It is summer time, and Harry is once again with the Dursleys.

Harry woke up in the morning and yawned.

"Well, what a great day!" he looked around in his room and then at his alarm clock. It was 11 AM.

"Funny, Aunt Petunia should have woken me already..."

Harry dressed and walked down into the kitchen. No barking Vernon reading the newspaper while eating heaps of Ham'n'Eggs. No big fat Dudley watching the telly while eating heaps of Ham'n'Eggs. No Petunia Dursley cooking heaps of Ham'n'Eggs while spying on the neighbours. It was truly amazing.

He searched the house. He found a note pinned to door of Dudley's room. It was unusally quiet in Dudley's room, besides a loud clicking and ticking. Harry read the note.

Dear Dudley,

Mum and I are out, making some last shopping tours (yes I know you don't want to come to Aunt Marge's birthday party but still we have to buy her a present). Make sure that- HE doesn't get out. Lunch's in the fridge.

Vernon

Harry now remembered the large pile of pancakes in the fridge, but the unusual thing about it was that it was still there. Dudley would eat pancakes even if they are cold. Something very fishy was going on.

He carefully opened the door to Dudley's room, peering inside through the gap. His wand in his right, his mind was whirling. Was it a death eater? Was ist Voldemort himself? Or was it maybe Draco Malfoy bullying muggles? But the clicking and ticking was driving him mad and so he opened the door fully, pointing his wand inside, bracing himself for whatever would come.

Dudley looked up, his face hidden behind glasses, his pupils engorged. His hair was long and dirty, his nails were ... well, you might call them unhygenic. Dudley rose his voice.

"U r kay? Wh4t'5 4 7unc4?"

Harry now saw the whole situation more clearly. Dudley was sitting on his comfortable armchair, his beefy face right in front of the monitor. Harry saw some sort of computer code running over the screen. Around the computer were piles of garbage and unwrapped candypaper. A large cup of black coffee was next to Dudley's mouse. Harry started to laugh.

"Dudley's a nerd! Dudley's a computer nerrrrd!"

One small story, but still more than in Teacher's Traumas, so don't hit me as hard as you did with the last one. Feel free to flame, though. Of course this is going to be updated.