"What in the world do we have to do to make this anymore clear to you boy!" Uncle Vernon shouted as he slammed his large palm onto the table, making the dishes rattle violently. "Calm down Vernon, I.I'm sure Harry gets it THIS time, don't you Harry?" She gave Harry an evil look; it was the same look he got whenever he did anything magic. Harry laughed to himself looking across the table at his cousin Dudley, his round face was now covered in little pink dots. It was his fault, Dudley wasn't supposed to be going threw Harry's school stuff, he ended up finding Harry's stash of crème cakes and bottle of pumpkin juice. He was pigging out on it when Ron's owl "pig" came flying in with a package. Pig got so excited about the new person It knocked over Harry's potions homework, which spilled all over Dudley, giving him something like chicken pox. Dudley started scratching like crazy again, Harry laughed and snorted during his laughing. Three angry faces turned to look at him. "How could you possibly think this is funny?!" Uncle Vernon got to his feet, Harry just stayed in the chair. Uncle Vernon grabbed Harry by the ear and dragged him to his feet. Uncle Vernon had done this many times, he would yell at him for hours about nothing that could ever be his fault. But lucky for him, he was leaving in the morning.