Gryffindor's Prophecy
~* Here's another Dursley chapter, but after this it's The Burrow, then Hogwarts! How exciting! I'm getting the chapters out fast because they're so short. EDITED. *~
Chapter 2 ~ Aunt Marge's Visit
Harry had fallen asleep on the lounge chair when there was a loud knock on the door. Harry chose to ignore this knock. There was another loud knock on the door. This time, Harry groaned, and rolled over, falling off the lounge. Yet another knock. Harry sat up extremely quick.
'She's here, she's here!' Dudley clomped down the stairs as fast as he could manage (though he had lost some weight due to all the smoking). He swung the door open and almost barreled Aunt Marge over with an enormous 'Dudley Hug', of which were never pleasant. Harry saw the tip of a one hundred pound bill poking out of his shorts pocket. Dudley always got paid to hug Aunt Marge. Harry knew very well that he couldn't stand the beefy woman, but he supposed Dudley thought it was worth one hunderd pounds to hug Aunt Marge every once in a while.
'Hello. How's my favourite nephew?' Marge asked Dudley in her rough, scratchy voice. To Harry's dismay, he spotted Ripper sniffing around the doorstep. The large pit bull lifted his head, and stared at Harry, his dog eyes boring into Harry's green ones. Harry shivered.
'Alright.' Dudley said, giving Ripper a hefty pat on the head, causing the dog to loose his eye contact with Harry.
'Ah, Marge, how have you been?' Vernon said. Him and Petunia had walked into the room with big smiles on their faces.
'Dursley!' Marge stated, and wrapped Vernon in a hug. He was almost large enough to sustain a hug from Marge, but not quite. . . he lost his balance. Marge then turned to Petunia. Harry swore he saw her cower a little bit.
'Petunia dear, how have you been?' Marge kissed Petunia on the cheek, leaving a dirty shade of lipstick smear on Petunia's face. Marge suddenly noticed Harry.
'Ahhhhh!' She screamed and looked scared, of which led Harry to strongly believe she was simply too large for the Ministry's memory charms to last for long. Harry chuckled in his head, being careful not to let his laughter seep to the outside.
'Now, now Marge, don't be frightened of the boy, he's not allowed to do magic outside that rotten school of his.' Vernon said quickly, comforting Marge. Harry gathered up some courage. He hadn't told the Dursley's yet, but he found now the perfect time to do so.
'Actually, Uncle Vernon, I am classed as an adult now, so I can use magic whenever I please, and I also have my aparating license, so I can come and go when I please.' Harry said smugly.
'You're lying.' Vernon said, his face turning the familiar shade of purple.
'Am I?' Harry mocked.
'Proove it then.' Dudley butted in. Harry smirked at him, oooh he was really asking for it now. Harry pulled out his wand.
'NOOOOOOOOO!' Petunia screamed, Aunt Marge dived behind the couch. Harry grinned, pointed his wand at Dudley, who screamed, and ducked behind the couch, or should I say, behind Aunt Marge, who was standing in front of the couch. But it was too late.
'Furnuculus.' Harry said, sparks of yellow flew out of his wand and hit Dudley in the stomach (hard to miss don't ya think?). He let out an "Oof" and fell to the floor, wiggling around like a plant trying to grow.
'AHHHHHHHH!' Petunia screamed. Vernon turned from purple, to white, in seeing that there was no owl from the ministry.
'You put him right!' Vernon screamed at Harry.
'Nah,' Harry said casually. 'I think I'll leave him like that, for, oh, say, a few days!.' Harry aparated, but not before seeing the terrified looks on their faces.
Harry didn't go far, so to speak. Only to his room so collect his trunk, and Hedwig. He used a simple spell (Minimizus) to shrink down his belongs, placing them in his coat pocket, and, before his enraged relatives found him, aparated to The Burrow.
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~* Edited chapter, at last. Better, in my opinion, but I didn't change much. Don't forget to check out my other fic's, they're all in my Bio. Please R&R! *~
~Gryffindor Gal~
~* Here's another Dursley chapter, but after this it's The Burrow, then Hogwarts! How exciting! I'm getting the chapters out fast because they're so short. EDITED. *~
Chapter 2 ~ Aunt Marge's Visit
Harry had fallen asleep on the lounge chair when there was a loud knock on the door. Harry chose to ignore this knock. There was another loud knock on the door. This time, Harry groaned, and rolled over, falling off the lounge. Yet another knock. Harry sat up extremely quick.
'She's here, she's here!' Dudley clomped down the stairs as fast as he could manage (though he had lost some weight due to all the smoking). He swung the door open and almost barreled Aunt Marge over with an enormous 'Dudley Hug', of which were never pleasant. Harry saw the tip of a one hundred pound bill poking out of his shorts pocket. Dudley always got paid to hug Aunt Marge. Harry knew very well that he couldn't stand the beefy woman, but he supposed Dudley thought it was worth one hunderd pounds to hug Aunt Marge every once in a while.
'Hello. How's my favourite nephew?' Marge asked Dudley in her rough, scratchy voice. To Harry's dismay, he spotted Ripper sniffing around the doorstep. The large pit bull lifted his head, and stared at Harry, his dog eyes boring into Harry's green ones. Harry shivered.
'Alright.' Dudley said, giving Ripper a hefty pat on the head, causing the dog to loose his eye contact with Harry.
'Ah, Marge, how have you been?' Vernon said. Him and Petunia had walked into the room with big smiles on their faces.
'Dursley!' Marge stated, and wrapped Vernon in a hug. He was almost large enough to sustain a hug from Marge, but not quite. . . he lost his balance. Marge then turned to Petunia. Harry swore he saw her cower a little bit.
'Petunia dear, how have you been?' Marge kissed Petunia on the cheek, leaving a dirty shade of lipstick smear on Petunia's face. Marge suddenly noticed Harry.
'Ahhhhh!' She screamed and looked scared, of which led Harry to strongly believe she was simply too large for the Ministry's memory charms to last for long. Harry chuckled in his head, being careful not to let his laughter seep to the outside.
'Now, now Marge, don't be frightened of the boy, he's not allowed to do magic outside that rotten school of his.' Vernon said quickly, comforting Marge. Harry gathered up some courage. He hadn't told the Dursley's yet, but he found now the perfect time to do so.
'Actually, Uncle Vernon, I am classed as an adult now, so I can use magic whenever I please, and I also have my aparating license, so I can come and go when I please.' Harry said smugly.
'You're lying.' Vernon said, his face turning the familiar shade of purple.
'Am I?' Harry mocked.
'Proove it then.' Dudley butted in. Harry smirked at him, oooh he was really asking for it now. Harry pulled out his wand.
'NOOOOOOOOO!' Petunia screamed, Aunt Marge dived behind the couch. Harry grinned, pointed his wand at Dudley, who screamed, and ducked behind the couch, or should I say, behind Aunt Marge, who was standing in front of the couch. But it was too late.
'Furnuculus.' Harry said, sparks of yellow flew out of his wand and hit Dudley in the stomach (hard to miss don't ya think?). He let out an "Oof" and fell to the floor, wiggling around like a plant trying to grow.
'AHHHHHHHH!' Petunia screamed. Vernon turned from purple, to white, in seeing that there was no owl from the ministry.
'You put him right!' Vernon screamed at Harry.
'Nah,' Harry said casually. 'I think I'll leave him like that, for, oh, say, a few days!.' Harry aparated, but not before seeing the terrified looks on their faces.
Harry didn't go far, so to speak. Only to his room so collect his trunk, and Hedwig. He used a simple spell (Minimizus) to shrink down his belongs, placing them in his coat pocket, and, before his enraged relatives found him, aparated to The Burrow.
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~* Edited chapter, at last. Better, in my opinion, but I didn't change much. Don't forget to check out my other fic's, they're all in my Bio. Please R&R! *~
~Gryffindor Gal~