Chapter 2:
Instead of awaking with the sun shining in his eyes, Harry awoke with loud banging on his door.
"Get up!" shouted Aunt Petunia. Harry got up and suddenly realized his entire pant leg was wet and black. His blanket, bed sheet, and mattress were covered in black ink. Harry knew for sure that he would get in trouble for this, so he made his bed, and on the ink spot, he put one of Dudley's old teddy bears.
Harry changed out of his pajamas and stumbled down the old wooden stairs. He waddled into the kitchen where he didn't receive a "happy birthday", not even a "good morning!" However, this was normal treatment for Harry. In the eyes of the Dursleys, Harry was a freak, scum, something not to be talked to.
"Fetch the mail, then finish scrambling the eggs," demanded Aunt Petunia. Harry went to the mail slot when Dudley burst through the door.
"Daddy! Daddy! Look what I found! Isn't she cute?" exclaimed Dudley. The familiar large, black, shaggy haired dog growled when Dudley said 'she.'
"I think it's a he," corrected Harry. "NOBODY ASKED FOR YOU OPINION!!! You scrawny nit-wit," retorted Dudley. "What is that fowl smell?" growled Uncle Vernon. " Harry let in!" said Dudley.
At that very instant, Harry was saved by the bell, literally. The door bell rang. Uncle Vernon pushed Harry aside to open the door. "Why, hello there! I was wondering if you have seen my dog. I was walking him just a little while ago and he ran off!" said a tall, thin man dressed in shabby clothes.
Harry recognized him at once. He smiled at the man as he petted the dog.
"Could it be this?" grumbled Uncle Vernon. "Yes it is! Come here Skipper!" said the man excitedly.
The dog rushed towards the man, and they were about to leave the house when Dudley whined,
"I want a dog!!"
"Well, how about you come on a walk with me?" asked the man.
"Can I dad??" pleaded Dudley. "Go on then!" said Uncle Vernon.
"Could I go too?" asked Harry.
"No, you go back to the kitchen and work, where you belong" bellowed Uncle Vernon. At that, Dudley left with the man and Harry went back to the kitchen. Harry really wanted to go on that walk, so he looked out the window to watch. Suddenly, he heard some clanging which came from his room. He ran upstairs to see what was going on. There, on his ink covered bed, was his Godfather, Sirius.
Instead of awaking with the sun shining in his eyes, Harry awoke with loud banging on his door.
"Get up!" shouted Aunt Petunia. Harry got up and suddenly realized his entire pant leg was wet and black. His blanket, bed sheet, and mattress were covered in black ink. Harry knew for sure that he would get in trouble for this, so he made his bed, and on the ink spot, he put one of Dudley's old teddy bears.
Harry changed out of his pajamas and stumbled down the old wooden stairs. He waddled into the kitchen where he didn't receive a "happy birthday", not even a "good morning!" However, this was normal treatment for Harry. In the eyes of the Dursleys, Harry was a freak, scum, something not to be talked to.
"Fetch the mail, then finish scrambling the eggs," demanded Aunt Petunia. Harry went to the mail slot when Dudley burst through the door.
"Daddy! Daddy! Look what I found! Isn't she cute?" exclaimed Dudley. The familiar large, black, shaggy haired dog growled when Dudley said 'she.'
"I think it's a he," corrected Harry. "NOBODY ASKED FOR YOU OPINION!!! You scrawny nit-wit," retorted Dudley. "What is that fowl smell?" growled Uncle Vernon. " Harry let in!" said Dudley.
At that very instant, Harry was saved by the bell, literally. The door bell rang. Uncle Vernon pushed Harry aside to open the door. "Why, hello there! I was wondering if you have seen my dog. I was walking him just a little while ago and he ran off!" said a tall, thin man dressed in shabby clothes.
Harry recognized him at once. He smiled at the man as he petted the dog.
"Could it be this?" grumbled Uncle Vernon. "Yes it is! Come here Skipper!" said the man excitedly.
The dog rushed towards the man, and they were about to leave the house when Dudley whined,
"I want a dog!!"
"Well, how about you come on a walk with me?" asked the man.
"Can I dad??" pleaded Dudley. "Go on then!" said Uncle Vernon.
"Could I go too?" asked Harry.
"No, you go back to the kitchen and work, where you belong" bellowed Uncle Vernon. At that, Dudley left with the man and Harry went back to the kitchen. Harry really wanted to go on that walk, so he looked out the window to watch. Suddenly, he heard some clanging which came from his room. He ran upstairs to see what was going on. There, on his ink covered bed, was his Godfather, Sirius.
