It seemed like no matter what Dudley did he couldn't get Harry to like him. He was extremely clumsy and messed up most of his attempts to establish a friendship with Harry. It was also becoming increasingly harder to sleep at night because after every botched attempt Harry's threats became scarier.
One night after dinner, the Dursley's and Harry where all joined in the living room and Uncle Vernon was going over his usual spiel about how awful it was to be related to a freak and how lucky Harry was to have such a great and caring family like the Dursleys. Dudley decided he would speak up for Harry.
"Harry's really not all that bad dad, he's kind of neat actually," Dudley said.
"What!!! What's this! You've put a spell on Dudley haven't you! You ungrateful little demon! You take that spell off right now or else!!!," Uncle Vernon spit through an uptight jaw and an unusually red face.
"I didn't put a spell on Dudley, I wouldn't waste my magic!" Harry said trying to control his rising anger. Dudley was just trying to get him locked in that closet again. But there was no way he was going to let Dudley win, not a chance.
"Dad, I'm not under a spell, honest." Dudley said trying to calm his father and smile at Harry at the same time. Every time he tried to be nice to Harry in front of his parents they always got upset. He was going to have to re-think his approach to this whole thing.
"Dudley, you don't know what you're talking about, you're under a spell. Harry, take off the spell or you'll be out of here so fast you won't even be able to blink." Uncle Vernon said getting all the angrier and spitting everywhere like Hermione's cat, Crookshanks.
"Hmmm.." Harry thought. "Maybe I can use this to my advantage." He had just received the letter from Ron seeing if he could go to the World Cup with them and he was almost positive that he could do nothing to get Uncle Vernon to let him go.
"Ok," Harry said," On one condition, you have to let me go to the World Cup this summer with my friend Ron."
"What! You're in no position to be negotiating anything! Take off the spell now!!!" Uncle Vernon roared.
"Well, in that case the spell will just keep getting worse and worse and I'm sure my god-father would be extremely upset at my missing out on childhood fun," Harry said sarcastically. He knew he had touched a nerve. The red from his face began to fade and was replaced with a drained white that clearly told of his fear of this situation.
"Well, fine. Take the spell of and you can go," Uncle Vernon said trying to sound calm.
"Ok, no problem," Harry said. He'd just have to make something up. He looked into Dudley's eyes
and said in a loud clear voice," Hocus pocus, there it's off." Then he ran up stairs to pack before Uncle Vernon could change his mind, leaving Uncle Vernon satisfied and getting rid of Harry for the summer and leaving Dudley confused.
One night after dinner, the Dursley's and Harry where all joined in the living room and Uncle Vernon was going over his usual spiel about how awful it was to be related to a freak and how lucky Harry was to have such a great and caring family like the Dursleys. Dudley decided he would speak up for Harry.
"Harry's really not all that bad dad, he's kind of neat actually," Dudley said.
"What!!! What's this! You've put a spell on Dudley haven't you! You ungrateful little demon! You take that spell off right now or else!!!," Uncle Vernon spit through an uptight jaw and an unusually red face.
"I didn't put a spell on Dudley, I wouldn't waste my magic!" Harry said trying to control his rising anger. Dudley was just trying to get him locked in that closet again. But there was no way he was going to let Dudley win, not a chance.
"Dad, I'm not under a spell, honest." Dudley said trying to calm his father and smile at Harry at the same time. Every time he tried to be nice to Harry in front of his parents they always got upset. He was going to have to re-think his approach to this whole thing.
"Dudley, you don't know what you're talking about, you're under a spell. Harry, take off the spell or you'll be out of here so fast you won't even be able to blink." Uncle Vernon said getting all the angrier and spitting everywhere like Hermione's cat, Crookshanks.
"Hmmm.." Harry thought. "Maybe I can use this to my advantage." He had just received the letter from Ron seeing if he could go to the World Cup with them and he was almost positive that he could do nothing to get Uncle Vernon to let him go.
"Ok," Harry said," On one condition, you have to let me go to the World Cup this summer with my friend Ron."
"What! You're in no position to be negotiating anything! Take off the spell now!!!" Uncle Vernon roared.
"Well, in that case the spell will just keep getting worse and worse and I'm sure my god-father would be extremely upset at my missing out on childhood fun," Harry said sarcastically. He knew he had touched a nerve. The red from his face began to fade and was replaced with a drained white that clearly told of his fear of this situation.
"Well, fine. Take the spell of and you can go," Uncle Vernon said trying to sound calm.
"Ok, no problem," Harry said. He'd just have to make something up. He looked into Dudley's eyes
and said in a loud clear voice," Hocus pocus, there it's off." Then he ran up stairs to pack before Uncle Vernon could change his mind, leaving Uncle Vernon satisfied and getting rid of Harry for the summer and leaving Dudley confused.