Aunt Petunia's Training
At this point, Petunia felt she just had to tell her husband. How, she didn't know. She figured she'd stall for a while, but no sooner had she gotten the letter he arrived. "Petunia, what have you got there?" he said. "Oh nothing dear, it's nothing," she said. Naturally, Vernon didn't buy it and started to read the letter. "WHAT?!?! What is this, Petunia? There's no way you're teaching at that crackpot school with his people. What are you going to do about this?" "Well honey, I thought I'd try it out. At least now I'll be better than my stupid sister. She can't say she's the only witch in the family. And Lily was never a teacher, was she? NO! She wasn't, and I'm determined to top her, you watch!! Trying her hardest to be nice to Harry, she told him to tell her what to do in the kitchen. "H-H-harry dear? Uh- Dumbledore told me to take you and go to the kitchen faucet. He said it would…….take us to his office? I don't get it."
Harry's heart raced at the thought of leaving the Dursley's early. He would finally be free of his family's clutches. But wait, wasn't Ron supposed to come and get him at 11? He had to tell his Aunt that he couldn't go…No, she wouldn't buy it, he thought. Well, it was worth a try.
"Uh-Aunt Petunia? I can't go with you to Hogwarts. I've got-er…I've got to clean out Dudley's room. He said he'd pound me if I didn't," Harry pleaded. "Oh what a good boy, my Duddykins is. Learned that from his father, don't you know. Well I guess you can stay as long as you do extra chores," his Aunt echoed. "So how do I get to Dum-Dimbledore's office? I just grab onto the faucet?" "Uh, yeah. That's it," Harry said.
And with that, Harry raced up to his room while his Aunt Petunia slowly reached for the faucet. She was sent in a swirl along with her stomach. She felt as if she had just plummeted off a cliff. In seconds she was surrounded by tall bookcases and many foreign objects. This must be it, she thought. No sooner had the thought crossed her mind, did an old man with a long white beard appear. Dumbledore, she suspected. "Ah, I see you have arrived. And where is Harry, might I ask?" he said. "Um….he…he had to uh….he's sick right now. But he'll be here in the fall."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Well anyway, back to business. I have appointed you the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I am aware that you have little or no skill in the witchcraft area, so I am here to teach you. This may be tedious, so you will have to be patient. We'll start with the basics. I have gone to Ollivander's and bought you a wand, compliments of Hogwarts. Now do a swish and a flick movement with your wrist," he said.
Petunia jerked her hand upwards and made a rude pointing gesture with her hand, sending sparks to the ceiling. "Watch it Pew-tunia, we may be dead, but we still have feelings," echoed a group of ghosts. "Out Peeves!" Dumbledore yelled. "Now where were we? Ah, yes, the swish and flick. Try to be a little more graceful with the movement." Petunia continued to try but nothing amounted from her practice. "This may take a while, Mrs. Dursley," Dubledore calmly said. "But we have time, not to worry."
At this point, Petunia felt she just had to tell her husband. How, she didn't know. She figured she'd stall for a while, but no sooner had she gotten the letter he arrived. "Petunia, what have you got there?" he said. "Oh nothing dear, it's nothing," she said. Naturally, Vernon didn't buy it and started to read the letter. "WHAT?!?! What is this, Petunia? There's no way you're teaching at that crackpot school with his people. What are you going to do about this?" "Well honey, I thought I'd try it out. At least now I'll be better than my stupid sister. She can't say she's the only witch in the family. And Lily was never a teacher, was she? NO! She wasn't, and I'm determined to top her, you watch!! Trying her hardest to be nice to Harry, she told him to tell her what to do in the kitchen. "H-H-harry dear? Uh- Dumbledore told me to take you and go to the kitchen faucet. He said it would…….take us to his office? I don't get it."
Harry's heart raced at the thought of leaving the Dursley's early. He would finally be free of his family's clutches. But wait, wasn't Ron supposed to come and get him at 11? He had to tell his Aunt that he couldn't go…No, she wouldn't buy it, he thought. Well, it was worth a try.
"Uh-Aunt Petunia? I can't go with you to Hogwarts. I've got-er…I've got to clean out Dudley's room. He said he'd pound me if I didn't," Harry pleaded. "Oh what a good boy, my Duddykins is. Learned that from his father, don't you know. Well I guess you can stay as long as you do extra chores," his Aunt echoed. "So how do I get to Dum-Dimbledore's office? I just grab onto the faucet?" "Uh, yeah. That's it," Harry said.
And with that, Harry raced up to his room while his Aunt Petunia slowly reached for the faucet. She was sent in a swirl along with her stomach. She felt as if she had just plummeted off a cliff. In seconds she was surrounded by tall bookcases and many foreign objects. This must be it, she thought. No sooner had the thought crossed her mind, did an old man with a long white beard appear. Dumbledore, she suspected. "Ah, I see you have arrived. And where is Harry, might I ask?" he said. "Um….he…he had to uh….he's sick right now. But he'll be here in the fall."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Well anyway, back to business. I have appointed you the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I am aware that you have little or no skill in the witchcraft area, so I am here to teach you. This may be tedious, so you will have to be patient. We'll start with the basics. I have gone to Ollivander's and bought you a wand, compliments of Hogwarts. Now do a swish and a flick movement with your wrist," he said.
Petunia jerked her hand upwards and made a rude pointing gesture with her hand, sending sparks to the ceiling. "Watch it Pew-tunia, we may be dead, but we still have feelings," echoed a group of ghosts. "Out Peeves!" Dumbledore yelled. "Now where were we? Ah, yes, the swish and flick. Try to be a little more graceful with the movement." Petunia continued to try but nothing amounted from her practice. "This may take a while, Mrs. Dursley," Dubledore calmly said. "But we have time, not to worry."