Aunt Pertunia's a witch
"Another 5 days to go before going to the Weasleys', thought Harry, as he ticked off another day on his countdown calendar he pinned on the wall. This is just another sleepless night since he had finished his most eventful year in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He would be in the 5th year when the school reopens. How time flies, 4 almost Dursley free years had passed in a wink.
The events that had happened to him the previous year had caused him to have constant sleepless nights. It usually caused him to be extra jumpy at little things. There will always be the scene of Cedric Diggory lying motionless on the ground flashing across his mind and at that moment it had flashed the 5th time that day. "He had taken a liking to hunt me"; Harry grumped but was reprimanded by the guilty conscious in the back of his mind. "Hey, he would not have died if not for you."
He was blinded for a moment by the sunrise rays that had seeped through his windows as he was immersed in his own thoughts. Down below him, the Dursleys had woken and was going through the daily routine of a morning quarrel greeting over breakfast. Aunt Pertunia and Uncle Vernon were not on talking terms because of Dudley's diet. Aunt Pertunia had insisted on the whole family following her own style of diet which consists of cereals, toasts, fruits and milk instead of the usual pile of eggs, bacons and hashbrowns. Uncle Vernon stubbornly insisting on feeding up Dudley and having a well-fed boy then a pile of bones wrapped up in skin.
A moment later, Harry appeared at the entrance of the kitchen and settled himself on the seat right at the end of the dining table for he does not want to be involved in the quarrel. But it was inevitable for him for it is impossible for trouble usually finds him. "Harry, tell me what type of breakfast do you prefer?" Aunt Pertunia questioned him. Both Aunt Pertunia and Uncle Vernon were red in the face arguing their points and Dudley was cowering in the corner, he was still not used to this new type of morning greetings.
After wolfing down his breakfast, he hurried back to his room to pack his things for he can't wait to get away from here to the Weasleys but he suddenly remembered that the invitation was 5 days later and it annoyed him very much.
He picked up his wand from the secret floorboard and amused himself by imagining that he was performing the most complex Hover charm on Malfoy. He was imagining Malfoy licking his shoes after a Quiditch training when his shies were all full of mud when suddenly his door burst open and he was caught in the act of the Dursley rule no. 3654. It says, 'No wand allowed in possession wile in Privet Drive'.
This time it was Aunt Pertunia who screamed at him. She snatched his wand away from his hands and pointed it threatenedly at Harry's chest, her face was red with anger and before he know what had happened, he had hit the floor hard and was unable to move an inch. He was under the full body bind charm.
At this, Aunt Pertunia's face turned to a ghostly shade of white and stood fixed to the ground. In the background, Harry can hear Dudley screaming and Uncle Vernon shouting,"My wife's a witch."
Suddenly, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley apparated from beside the transfixed Aunt Pertunia, and almost immediately, Dudley, Aunt Pertunia and Uncle Vernon had a blank look and Harry knew that they had their minds modified. "How did she do it?" whispered Harry, now that Mr. Weasley had performed the counter curse on Harry. "Don't you remember your mum's a witch and no doubt your aunt would have a bit of magic in her but no too much and I think she would be better off without it," replied Mr. Weasley firmly and Harry knew that the discussion is closed. So, taking the hand of both Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, they disapparated from the room and reappeared a second later in the burrow.
"Another 5 days to go before going to the Weasleys', thought Harry, as he ticked off another day on his countdown calendar he pinned on the wall. This is just another sleepless night since he had finished his most eventful year in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He would be in the 5th year when the school reopens. How time flies, 4 almost Dursley free years had passed in a wink.
The events that had happened to him the previous year had caused him to have constant sleepless nights. It usually caused him to be extra jumpy at little things. There will always be the scene of Cedric Diggory lying motionless on the ground flashing across his mind and at that moment it had flashed the 5th time that day. "He had taken a liking to hunt me"; Harry grumped but was reprimanded by the guilty conscious in the back of his mind. "Hey, he would not have died if not for you."
He was blinded for a moment by the sunrise rays that had seeped through his windows as he was immersed in his own thoughts. Down below him, the Dursleys had woken and was going through the daily routine of a morning quarrel greeting over breakfast. Aunt Pertunia and Uncle Vernon were not on talking terms because of Dudley's diet. Aunt Pertunia had insisted on the whole family following her own style of diet which consists of cereals, toasts, fruits and milk instead of the usual pile of eggs, bacons and hashbrowns. Uncle Vernon stubbornly insisting on feeding up Dudley and having a well-fed boy then a pile of bones wrapped up in skin.
A moment later, Harry appeared at the entrance of the kitchen and settled himself on the seat right at the end of the dining table for he does not want to be involved in the quarrel. But it was inevitable for him for it is impossible for trouble usually finds him. "Harry, tell me what type of breakfast do you prefer?" Aunt Pertunia questioned him. Both Aunt Pertunia and Uncle Vernon were red in the face arguing their points and Dudley was cowering in the corner, he was still not used to this new type of morning greetings.
After wolfing down his breakfast, he hurried back to his room to pack his things for he can't wait to get away from here to the Weasleys but he suddenly remembered that the invitation was 5 days later and it annoyed him very much.
He picked up his wand from the secret floorboard and amused himself by imagining that he was performing the most complex Hover charm on Malfoy. He was imagining Malfoy licking his shoes after a Quiditch training when his shies were all full of mud when suddenly his door burst open and he was caught in the act of the Dursley rule no. 3654. It says, 'No wand allowed in possession wile in Privet Drive'.
This time it was Aunt Pertunia who screamed at him. She snatched his wand away from his hands and pointed it threatenedly at Harry's chest, her face was red with anger and before he know what had happened, he had hit the floor hard and was unable to move an inch. He was under the full body bind charm.
At this, Aunt Pertunia's face turned to a ghostly shade of white and stood fixed to the ground. In the background, Harry can hear Dudley screaming and Uncle Vernon shouting,"My wife's a witch."
Suddenly, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley apparated from beside the transfixed Aunt Pertunia, and almost immediately, Dudley, Aunt Pertunia and Uncle Vernon had a blank look and Harry knew that they had their minds modified. "How did she do it?" whispered Harry, now that Mr. Weasley had performed the counter curse on Harry. "Don't you remember your mum's a witch and no doubt your aunt would have a bit of magic in her but no too much and I think she would be better off without it," replied Mr. Weasley firmly and Harry knew that the discussion is closed. So, taking the hand of both Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, they disapparated from the room and reappeared a second later in the burrow.