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It ain't easy growin' up in World War III

Never knowin what love could be, you'll see

I don't want love to destroy me like it has done

my family

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Meanwhile Harry Potter was in no.4 Privet drive cooking Dudley his birthday breakfast.

Harry was relieved that Dudley was back to his normal eating habits, he was getting sick of the things that his Aunt Petunia called meals.

Before the family went back to regular normal, food that actually fills you Harry was just about ready to run away.

Also the constant insults from Vernon and Petunia Dursley didn't help either.

I ran away today, ran from the noise, ran away

Don't wanna go back to that place, but don't have

no choice, no way



Like come on how is a small slice of grapefruit or a small (and in Harry's case very, very small) salad supposed to fill anybody!

How had Dudley convinced his parents to let him back to his old eating habits, you may wonder? Well as soon as he got home from Smeltings (his snobby school) he claimed that the lack of food had made him very depressed and that he didn't feel like himself anymore.

So, Petunia Dursley couldn't have her Dudleykins unhappy so back to his fatty meals he went. So now at least Harry got to eat enough to stay alive.

He wasn't looking forward to another summer eating stale cakes sent by his friends from Hogwarts. (The Weasleys gave great food but Hermione's food was too healthy.)

Though Harry had to grab what he could before the boy who was the same weight as a baby killer whale ate everything in a ten-mile radius.

Harry was just about finished cooking bangers and rashers went he heard something that sounded like a herd of elephants on the rampage but no it was just Dudley running down the stairs to get his breakfast, the most important meal of the day.

(But to him breakfast, brunch, lunch, dinner, supper and a light snack before bed were the most important meals.)

"Is my breakfast ready yet" inquired Dudley eyeing the food with greedy eyes.

"Not yet" replied Harry.

"Muuuum" whined Dudley to Petunia Dursley who had just entered the room. "He didn't get up early enough and my breakfast isn't ready yet"

" Jeez Dudley it's ready now I was just finishing it." And with that Harry threw the food on Dudley's plate but saving some for himself.

He had to eat too and if he didn't do it Dudley the human bin would eat every last morsel.

Just then Vernon Dursley's head (with the neck of a small tree trunk) poked through the door

. "How is the birthday boy?" he said "Hurry up and finish your breakfast because then we can open your presents, Dudders."

Well of course it didn't take Dudley more that two minutes to finish a meal that would last the average person all day so soon they were all gathered in the living room where the birthday boy would probably throw his traditional tantrum if he didn't get enough presents.

Vernon and Petunia had hoped he would have grown out of them since he was now fifteen but when Dudley didn't get what he wanted he reminded everyone of a two-year-old.

But this year his parents had made she to buy two more presents than last year.

When Dudley finally finished opening his load of presents Harry retreated to his bedroom.

"What a waste of money" thought Harry to himself thinking of the mound of money his relatives had spent on the presents.

"It'll only add more clutter to my already messy room".

Because his room was where Dudley kept all his broken toys and games.

As soon as Harry entered the room Harry saw Hedwig, his owl, had a letter clamped in her beak.

Harry rushed over and took the letter. It was unmistakably from Hermione.