Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Bis-cu-it
The next morning Harry groggily opened his eyes and rubbed his head. He felt a giant lump there. Whenever he touched this lump he would feel lots of pain shoot through his skull. For the next few minutes he amused himself by poking this lump and feeling the pain. Finally, he grew bored of this little game and decided to go downstairs and get something to eat.
He walked into the kitchen and spotted Aunt Petunia.
"Hey, Aunt Petunia?"
"Yes, Harry?" Answered his aunt.
"You know that new white carpet in my room?"
"Um, yes." She answered a bit uncertainly.
"Well, I kind of spilled grape soda all over it."
"Oh Harry, you didn't?"
"Yup! I sure did!" Answered Harry brightly.
"Please clean it up later, then, will you?"
Harry glared. "Aunt Petunia is making me clean? I knew she hated me! Stupid Dursley's! Why do they make me clean up the house? It's not fair! I don't deserve this treatment! It's EVERY summer! How I hate the summer holidays!"
Suddenly a news report came on the television. It was talking about an escaped convict. Who was it? That's right. You guessed it. Sirius Black.
"Sirius Black is said to be armed and extremely dangerous."
Petunia dropped the plate she was drying. She bit her lip. She knew who this criminal was and what he had done. He'd killed her baby sister, but it was much more than that. She was worried for Harry's safety.
Harry laughed. "Sirius Black! What a dumb name! Hey, wouldn't it be great if his middle name was 'Lee'?" He laughed again. "Sirius Lee Black! Seriously Black! Do you get it? Do you? That's great! I crack myself up!"
Petunia looked out the window, she knew Sirius would be after Harry. She had to find him.
Harry continued laughing. "Sirius Lee Black! Seriously Black! FUNNY! Funny, funny, funny!"
Vernon had noticed how Petunia looked worried, he was concerned, "What's wrong Petunia?"
"THAT'S GREAT! A PUN! IT'S A PUN!"
"Be quiet, Harry. What's wrong, Petunia."
Petunia airily waved Vernon off with a flick of her wrist, "Nothing, nothing."
"There's something wrong! Tell me."
"A PUN!"
"HARRY! Tell me, Petunia."
Petunia spun around angrily, "I said it's NOTHING!"
"It's not nothing, if it were nothing you wouldn't be that upset."
"Just don't."
"Was it.your sister?"
"No, it goes beyond the massive killings."
"Tell me, Love."
"No."
"Tell me!"
"HE WAS MY LOVER!"
The next morning Harry groggily opened his eyes and rubbed his head. He felt a giant lump there. Whenever he touched this lump he would feel lots of pain shoot through his skull. For the next few minutes he amused himself by poking this lump and feeling the pain. Finally, he grew bored of this little game and decided to go downstairs and get something to eat.
He walked into the kitchen and spotted Aunt Petunia.
"Hey, Aunt Petunia?"
"Yes, Harry?" Answered his aunt.
"You know that new white carpet in my room?"
"Um, yes." She answered a bit uncertainly.
"Well, I kind of spilled grape soda all over it."
"Oh Harry, you didn't?"
"Yup! I sure did!" Answered Harry brightly.
"Please clean it up later, then, will you?"
Harry glared. "Aunt Petunia is making me clean? I knew she hated me! Stupid Dursley's! Why do they make me clean up the house? It's not fair! I don't deserve this treatment! It's EVERY summer! How I hate the summer holidays!"
Suddenly a news report came on the television. It was talking about an escaped convict. Who was it? That's right. You guessed it. Sirius Black.
"Sirius Black is said to be armed and extremely dangerous."
Petunia dropped the plate she was drying. She bit her lip. She knew who this criminal was and what he had done. He'd killed her baby sister, but it was much more than that. She was worried for Harry's safety.
Harry laughed. "Sirius Black! What a dumb name! Hey, wouldn't it be great if his middle name was 'Lee'?" He laughed again. "Sirius Lee Black! Seriously Black! Do you get it? Do you? That's great! I crack myself up!"
Petunia looked out the window, she knew Sirius would be after Harry. She had to find him.
Harry continued laughing. "Sirius Lee Black! Seriously Black! FUNNY! Funny, funny, funny!"
Vernon had noticed how Petunia looked worried, he was concerned, "What's wrong Petunia?"
"THAT'S GREAT! A PUN! IT'S A PUN!"
"Be quiet, Harry. What's wrong, Petunia."
Petunia airily waved Vernon off with a flick of her wrist, "Nothing, nothing."
"There's something wrong! Tell me."
"A PUN!"
"HARRY! Tell me, Petunia."
Petunia spun around angrily, "I said it's NOTHING!"
"It's not nothing, if it were nothing you wouldn't be that upset."
"Just don't."
"Was it.your sister?"
"No, it goes beyond the massive killings."
"Tell me, Love."
"No."
"Tell me!"
"HE WAS MY LOVER!"