Chapter 2 - Damage Done
An hour later, Harry was still arguing with Uncle Vernon.
"I did NOT make those slugs crawl all over Aunt Petunia's garden!" protested Harry.
"Oh yes, of course, because nothing terrible EVER happens with YOU in the house," yelled Uncle Vernon sarcastically. "And what about that big mess in the kitchen???"
Harry stared. "What?"
"The kitchen! It's in ruins!" Uncle Vernon looked livid with fury.
Harry walked into the kitchen to see the usually shiny oven comletely demolished, the toaster appeared to be whistling loudly, and the TV that had been placed conveniently infront of the table for Dudley was letting off a lazy wisp of smoke.
"I... I didn't...," Harry started. But his Uncle didn't want to hear it.
"GET. OUT." He said loud and slow.
Just then, Aunt Petunia walked in, humming to herself and swinging shopping bags off her arms. She saw the mess, and screamed, dropping the shopping bags, spilling buckets of fine chocolate and vanilla ice cream everywhere. Immediately, she looked at Uncle Vernon, who pointed at Harry, who looked around and attempted to pin it on Dudley by pointing at him as he strolled in through the back door.
Dudley shrieked and squealed when he saw the damage, and ran to the television, horrified that his brand new big screen TV was damaged. Then he saw the ice cream on the floor and relaxed as he grabbed a spoon and started to eat.
"I didn't do this!" said Harry. Aunt Petunia looked for a second at Harry, and she seemed to be thinking hard, something she definitely wasn't famous for.
"Vernon... if it WAS the boy, wouldn't he have gotten one of those owls with a letter by now?" Aunt Petunia said timidly.
"Yes... I suppose so," breathed Uncle Vernon heavily. "But who else could have done this? Only the boy has been home all day."
Harry slipped up to his room, leaving his relatives to sort out the damage themselves. He hated it when the Dursleys talked about Harry as though he wasn't in the room. Who had damaged their kitchen? It had to have been done by magic, Harry was sure of that. If it was done the Muggle way, he would have heard the damage being done, plus, the toaster shouldn't be whistling. But if it WAS by magic, how come he hadn't recieved a reprimanding letter from the Ministry of Magic? After all, the Ministry didn't care that it wasn't Harry's fault, they would send a letter anyway.
It must have been a trained wizard who managed to damage the kitchen without anyone noticing, even the Ministry, thought Harry as he lay back in his bed. His head hit something hard as he lay into his pillow. He realized it was the package Ron had sent him. He threw it aside, and fell asleep, tossing and turning.
An hour later, Harry was still arguing with Uncle Vernon.
"I did NOT make those slugs crawl all over Aunt Petunia's garden!" protested Harry.
"Oh yes, of course, because nothing terrible EVER happens with YOU in the house," yelled Uncle Vernon sarcastically. "And what about that big mess in the kitchen???"
Harry stared. "What?"
"The kitchen! It's in ruins!" Uncle Vernon looked livid with fury.
Harry walked into the kitchen to see the usually shiny oven comletely demolished, the toaster appeared to be whistling loudly, and the TV that had been placed conveniently infront of the table for Dudley was letting off a lazy wisp of smoke.
"I... I didn't...," Harry started. But his Uncle didn't want to hear it.
"GET. OUT." He said loud and slow.
Just then, Aunt Petunia walked in, humming to herself and swinging shopping bags off her arms. She saw the mess, and screamed, dropping the shopping bags, spilling buckets of fine chocolate and vanilla ice cream everywhere. Immediately, she looked at Uncle Vernon, who pointed at Harry, who looked around and attempted to pin it on Dudley by pointing at him as he strolled in through the back door.
Dudley shrieked and squealed when he saw the damage, and ran to the television, horrified that his brand new big screen TV was damaged. Then he saw the ice cream on the floor and relaxed as he grabbed a spoon and started to eat.
"I didn't do this!" said Harry. Aunt Petunia looked for a second at Harry, and she seemed to be thinking hard, something she definitely wasn't famous for.
"Vernon... if it WAS the boy, wouldn't he have gotten one of those owls with a letter by now?" Aunt Petunia said timidly.
"Yes... I suppose so," breathed Uncle Vernon heavily. "But who else could have done this? Only the boy has been home all day."
Harry slipped up to his room, leaving his relatives to sort out the damage themselves. He hated it when the Dursleys talked about Harry as though he wasn't in the room. Who had damaged their kitchen? It had to have been done by magic, Harry was sure of that. If it was done the Muggle way, he would have heard the damage being done, plus, the toaster shouldn't be whistling. But if it WAS by magic, how come he hadn't recieved a reprimanding letter from the Ministry of Magic? After all, the Ministry didn't care that it wasn't Harry's fault, they would send a letter anyway.
It must have been a trained wizard who managed to damage the kitchen without anyone noticing, even the Ministry, thought Harry as he lay back in his bed. His head hit something hard as he lay into his pillow. He realized it was the package Ron had sent him. He threw it aside, and fell asleep, tossing and turning.