Author's Note: There's a scene b/t Harry and Dudley in this scene. (You
know, Harry gets back at Dudley by using magic-they're older though, six.)
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Petunia Dursley lay flat on her back, her head lying comfortably on a JC Penny's Exclusive Exquisites pillow. The bed she was trying to sleep on was a king-size, though more than half of it was taken up by her very large husband, Vernon Dursley.
At the moment, Vernon was sprawled on his stomach, with his head of a thousand chins propped up on his pillow. (A JC Penny Exclusive Exquisite as well) Vernon's enormous mouth was set against Petunia's ear, and the poor woman had to endure her husband's loud snoring all night long.
The couple had turned off the lights about an hour ago, and Vernon had nodded off quickly. However, Petunia was kept awake by the conversation which kept echoing through her head. It had taken place an hour before between herself and Vernon..
"All that's standing between us and that fortune is your stupid nephew," Vernon had voiced. "We just have to get Harry out of the way and we'll be rich!"
Petunia's face had showed excitement, but she was nervous about the 'get Harry out of the way' part. He was, after all, her nephew.
Vernon saw this and had tried to persuade her. "Don't you want the best for our wittle Duddles? With the inheritance, we can afford another video game console for the little tyke- it's just too bad he broke his other one."
"Oh, yes, of course. You know what else I think he'd like.."
"Let's get back on track here," Vernon had demanded. "Harry. The question of the moment is how to get rid of the little bugger."
"It should be something simple.. something that could be mistaken for an accident."
"Yes. Yes, indeed. Hmm..."
"Well," Petunia had mused, "we could think it over while we're on holiday this summer."
"Brilliant! That's a girl, Petunia! Drowning! At the beach! The beaches aren't lifeguarded you know.."
Petunia had wanted to put her two cents in as well. "AND we could come out looking like heroes! We valiantly try and save the brat, but the water is treacherous, and he washes away.. leaving us FORCED to swim back to shore!"
Vernon had looked at his wife in surprise. He had never known what potential lay beneath that long nose and pointy chin. "You're a genius! We both are!"
"We're going to be rich, darling, rich! How marvelous..oh what till old Prunela Periwinkle next door sees the new cars we'll buy.."
"Calm down a bit there. We can't get rid of the child YET. I suggest we wait a few years, as to make Harry part of the family..and so no one would suspect foul play."
"Yes..yes." Petunia had murmured, calming down a bit.
***
The few years the Dursley's waited to get rid of Harry turned out to be six. And he did not fit in with the family. No, not one bit.
"MOMMY!" was the word heard screeching throughout the house of 4 Privet Dr. The owner of the high-pitched voice was Dudley Dursley, whom at the age of six resembled a large blubbery ball with fat legs, arms and a head poking out. He didn't really have a neck.
The cause of the squealing was Harry Potter. The boy, also six years old, seemingly had somehow shaved off all of Dudley's blonde locks, though his door was locked and the only scissors in the house were in Dudley's room. Impossible, you say? Maybe, maybe not. This boy..Harry Potter, he was different. Very different. And that's why he had to go, Dudley's parents had decided. Not just because of the money- of course that too, but because he was too odd. He didn't fit in. Harry was a skinny, shaggy- haired dreamer, while Dudley was a chubby, gelled bully. They had waited long enough. Summer was approaching, and so was the end of Harry's stay with the Dursleys.
Petunia Dursley lay flat on her back, her head lying comfortably on a JC Penny's Exclusive Exquisites pillow. The bed she was trying to sleep on was a king-size, though more than half of it was taken up by her very large husband, Vernon Dursley.
At the moment, Vernon was sprawled on his stomach, with his head of a thousand chins propped up on his pillow. (A JC Penny Exclusive Exquisite as well) Vernon's enormous mouth was set against Petunia's ear, and the poor woman had to endure her husband's loud snoring all night long.
The couple had turned off the lights about an hour ago, and Vernon had nodded off quickly. However, Petunia was kept awake by the conversation which kept echoing through her head. It had taken place an hour before between herself and Vernon..
"All that's standing between us and that fortune is your stupid nephew," Vernon had voiced. "We just have to get Harry out of the way and we'll be rich!"
Petunia's face had showed excitement, but she was nervous about the 'get Harry out of the way' part. He was, after all, her nephew.
Vernon saw this and had tried to persuade her. "Don't you want the best for our wittle Duddles? With the inheritance, we can afford another video game console for the little tyke- it's just too bad he broke his other one."
"Oh, yes, of course. You know what else I think he'd like.."
"Let's get back on track here," Vernon had demanded. "Harry. The question of the moment is how to get rid of the little bugger."
"It should be something simple.. something that could be mistaken for an accident."
"Yes. Yes, indeed. Hmm..."
"Well," Petunia had mused, "we could think it over while we're on holiday this summer."
"Brilliant! That's a girl, Petunia! Drowning! At the beach! The beaches aren't lifeguarded you know.."
Petunia had wanted to put her two cents in as well. "AND we could come out looking like heroes! We valiantly try and save the brat, but the water is treacherous, and he washes away.. leaving us FORCED to swim back to shore!"
Vernon had looked at his wife in surprise. He had never known what potential lay beneath that long nose and pointy chin. "You're a genius! We both are!"
"We're going to be rich, darling, rich! How marvelous..oh what till old Prunela Periwinkle next door sees the new cars we'll buy.."
"Calm down a bit there. We can't get rid of the child YET. I suggest we wait a few years, as to make Harry part of the family..and so no one would suspect foul play."
"Yes..yes." Petunia had murmured, calming down a bit.
***
The few years the Dursley's waited to get rid of Harry turned out to be six. And he did not fit in with the family. No, not one bit.
"MOMMY!" was the word heard screeching throughout the house of 4 Privet Dr. The owner of the high-pitched voice was Dudley Dursley, whom at the age of six resembled a large blubbery ball with fat legs, arms and a head poking out. He didn't really have a neck.
The cause of the squealing was Harry Potter. The boy, also six years old, seemingly had somehow shaved off all of Dudley's blonde locks, though his door was locked and the only scissors in the house were in Dudley's room. Impossible, you say? Maybe, maybe not. This boy..Harry Potter, he was different. Very different. And that's why he had to go, Dudley's parents had decided. Not just because of the money- of course that too, but because he was too odd. He didn't fit in. Harry was a skinny, shaggy- haired dreamer, while Dudley was a chubby, gelled bully. They had waited long enough. Summer was approaching, and so was the end of Harry's stay with the Dursleys.
