They woke up fairly early the next morning and had a bowl of cereal
before going to work. Dudley was to help out in the kitchen until he
learned enough to be a cook and Harry was a waiter. Things were pretty slow
until lunch hour came and things got pretty hectic. Harry dropped two
plates and Dudley burned almost everything he tried to cook. Things finally
slowed down. A tall man with gray hair and a long beard walked in and was
seated. Harry walked over to him, not really looking at the man and asked,
"What can I get you?"
"What would you reccomend?" said a familiar voice.
"Professor Dumbledore? What are you doing here?" Harry asked quietly.
"I was informed of your aunt and uncle's departure and wanted to see how things were going for you and Dudley." He said smiling.
"We're doing alright. Just had to get jobs, but otherwise things aren't so bad. I don't think them being gone for an entire summer could be bad in any country." Harry said.
"Well, that's good. Are you and Dudley getting along?" Dumbledore asked.
"Pretty good. A lot better than before, anyway. He's really not all that bad ad he generally wants to be friends." Harry said. As the manager made his way over to the table, Harry said loudly, "I reccomend the Pastrami Club." When he was satisfied that the manager was out of ear shot, he said, "I reccomend anything that doesn't need to be cooked, Dudley's having a little trouble." Dumbledore smiled. He ordered a ceasar salad and an ice tea, and Harry went off to fill his order. When he came to pick up the dishes Dumbledore was already gone.
Harry told Dudley about Dumbledore on the way home.
"How odd, he didn't say anything else?" Dudley asked.
"No, nothing really, he was just there and then gone." Harry said in unbelief.
"Huh, well you know Dumbledore. Mystery is a game he's really good at." Dudley said smiling.
When they got home they had a meager dinner and sat, talking, in front of the fire.
"You know, tomorrow we're going to have to pay the bills." Dudley said.
"Yeah, I hope we have enough. I never thought about paying bills when your parents were around." Harry replied.
"They weren't any picnic, but they paid the bills.
After a while they climbed up the stairs and parted ways, each going to their own room. Harry went in his room and fell asleep reading. Dudley lay awake for the majority of the night, thinking about his parents. They must have been extremely upset with him to just leave. Would they even come back? Would he ever see them again? Sure, he was mad at them, but they were his parents. After a while he also fell into a dreamless sleep.
"What would you reccomend?" said a familiar voice.
"Professor Dumbledore? What are you doing here?" Harry asked quietly.
"I was informed of your aunt and uncle's departure and wanted to see how things were going for you and Dudley." He said smiling.
"We're doing alright. Just had to get jobs, but otherwise things aren't so bad. I don't think them being gone for an entire summer could be bad in any country." Harry said.
"Well, that's good. Are you and Dudley getting along?" Dumbledore asked.
"Pretty good. A lot better than before, anyway. He's really not all that bad ad he generally wants to be friends." Harry said. As the manager made his way over to the table, Harry said loudly, "I reccomend the Pastrami Club." When he was satisfied that the manager was out of ear shot, he said, "I reccomend anything that doesn't need to be cooked, Dudley's having a little trouble." Dumbledore smiled. He ordered a ceasar salad and an ice tea, and Harry went off to fill his order. When he came to pick up the dishes Dumbledore was already gone.
Harry told Dudley about Dumbledore on the way home.
"How odd, he didn't say anything else?" Dudley asked.
"No, nothing really, he was just there and then gone." Harry said in unbelief.
"Huh, well you know Dumbledore. Mystery is a game he's really good at." Dudley said smiling.
When they got home they had a meager dinner and sat, talking, in front of the fire.
"You know, tomorrow we're going to have to pay the bills." Dudley said.
"Yeah, I hope we have enough. I never thought about paying bills when your parents were around." Harry replied.
"They weren't any picnic, but they paid the bills.
After a while they climbed up the stairs and parted ways, each going to their own room. Harry went in his room and fell asleep reading. Dudley lay awake for the majority of the night, thinking about his parents. They must have been extremely upset with him to just leave. Would they even come back? Would he ever see them again? Sure, he was mad at them, but they were his parents. After a while he also fell into a dreamless sleep.