Hi evrione, I'm back from my holidays
It was fun
Ok, I'll get on with the story
To everybody's shock, Dudley's huge stomach, started to shrink, until he was the average size of a 15-year-old- it looked like Mr. Weasley had physically repaired Dudley. Soon the house became very loud indeen with the shouts of everyone; Uncle Vernon was outraged, Aunt petunia was screeching, Mr. Weasley kept stammering loud apologies to top the noise of the two Dursleys and Percy was yelling at everyone to be quiet.
Bur Harry really couldn't se what all the fuss was about, now Dudley at least looked normal, and harry was quite sure that he wold put back on the lost weight by next summer anyhow. From where he was standing, Dudley hadn't looked better- well, ever- and he owed it all to Mr. Weasley
When all of the shouting died down, Mr. Weasley was able to apologize properly," I'm so sorry about this, if I had and idea that your son would do that then I never would have cast the spell." He said to Uncle Vernon. "But I think if we are going to catch our portkey, we'll have to call in the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad." He said the last bit to Harry.
"That is-- of course assuming that you want it reversed," chirped in Harry, who was thoroughly enjoying the Dursleys being so angry and afraid.
" OF COURSE WE DO!" Uncle Vernon yelled, " but I am not having anybody else waving one of those sticks around in my son's face, so he will have to stay a scrawny little boy." He finished eyeing Dudley's new form with disgust.
Harry, however did not think that Dudley, having lost more than ¾ of his weight looked at all scrawny, he was still the biggest bully in Privert Drive, and still much bigger than Harry himself.
But he did not say this, and instead went to fetch his trunk while Mr. Weasley said sorry again, and Percy went outside ready with an old, empty can of muggle soft drink that Harry suspected was the portkey.
Ok, I'll get on with the story
To everybody's shock, Dudley's huge stomach, started to shrink, until he was the average size of a 15-year-old- it looked like Mr. Weasley had physically repaired Dudley. Soon the house became very loud indeen with the shouts of everyone; Uncle Vernon was outraged, Aunt petunia was screeching, Mr. Weasley kept stammering loud apologies to top the noise of the two Dursleys and Percy was yelling at everyone to be quiet.
Bur Harry really couldn't se what all the fuss was about, now Dudley at least looked normal, and harry was quite sure that he wold put back on the lost weight by next summer anyhow. From where he was standing, Dudley hadn't looked better- well, ever- and he owed it all to Mr. Weasley
When all of the shouting died down, Mr. Weasley was able to apologize properly," I'm so sorry about this, if I had and idea that your son would do that then I never would have cast the spell." He said to Uncle Vernon. "But I think if we are going to catch our portkey, we'll have to call in the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad." He said the last bit to Harry.
"That is-- of course assuming that you want it reversed," chirped in Harry, who was thoroughly enjoying the Dursleys being so angry and afraid.
" OF COURSE WE DO!" Uncle Vernon yelled, " but I am not having anybody else waving one of those sticks around in my son's face, so he will have to stay a scrawny little boy." He finished eyeing Dudley's new form with disgust.
Harry, however did not think that Dudley, having lost more than ¾ of his weight looked at all scrawny, he was still the biggest bully in Privert Drive, and still much bigger than Harry himself.
But he did not say this, and instead went to fetch his trunk while Mr. Weasley said sorry again, and Percy went outside ready with an old, empty can of muggle soft drink that Harry suspected was the portkey.
