Chapter 8-Busted
"Morning, Harry!" said Ron cheerfully as he got out of bed, tossing a pillow at Harry, who was still snuggled in his blanket, fast asleep. The pillow landed on Harry's head with a poof, and Harry groaned.
"Ron, you dumb-butt. Stop it. Let me go back to bed." Harry dozed off again.
"Harry, you hairy berry." Ron said, as he walked over to shake his friend. Ron pulled Harry's blanket off and Harry flinched, clutching himself and still closing his eyes.
"Give me one good reason why I should listen to you.."mumbled Harry, half- asleep.
"Harry, my boy, if you don't get up, we're going to be late for breakfast, and miss the post, and get our house points taken away by Snapy-yappy if we're late for his class. which I should remind you, is our first lesson of the year." babbled Ron, counting his fingers, "That's three good reasons."
Ron smirked as Harry sat up stiffly and dragged himself to the bathroom, walking like a zombie who had just woken up after 20 centuries. He didn't notice the closed bathroom door, and smashed right into it.
"Yeowchies!"shouted Harry, rubbing his forehead.
Ron rolled over with laughter, slapping his head. Harry scowled at Ron and pushed open the door roughly, got inside and slammed it shut. Ron was still laughing himself silly when Dean and Neville woke up.
"What's all the hullaballo?"asked Dean, sitting up and rubbing his eyes sleepily.
"H..a..r.r..y.." Ron tried to speak but he failed. He continued laughing, rolling all over the room stupidly.
"Ehh. Ron? Are you okay?" asked Neville, looking uncertainly at Ron.
"He's just being idiotic. What a retard." stated Harry, stepping out from the bathroom, wiping his wet hair with his towel.
Neville looked frightened at Ron's behavior and backed off. Dean raised his eyebrow and walked over to Ron. He held Ron by his Captain Oreo's pyjamas and slapped Ron on his cheek.
"Snap out of it, Ron!" Dean repeated as he continued slapping Ron.
Ron's laughing streak turned to howls. Dean stopped slapping him and stood back. Ron grumbled as he massaged his sore cheeks, which had turned bright red. He walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
"Hey, Ron? Hurry up, will ya? We're gonna be late for breakfast!" shouted Dean, rapping the door with his knuckles.
"Mmm."came Ron's voice, who, by the sound of his voice, seem to be brushing his teeth.
Harry placed his towel on a hook. It immediately sprang up, took the towel and blew it dry. It then folded it neatly and placed it on the bed. Harry walked over to the dressing table and combed his hair. It didn't make much difference whether he combed it or not, it was still messy and sticking out in every direction.
After Ron, Dean and Neville were done, they went down to the Grand Hall for breakfast.
* * * * * * * * * ( Meanwhile. at the Dursleys. )
"Really, tutsie? You won this trophy all by yourself?" sobbed Uncle Vernon's mum, hadly daring to believe what she was seeing. Vernon's mum was a huge lady, larger than Aunt Marge and Vernon combined together.
"Yeah, mum," said Uncle Vernon proudly, puffing out his chest. "All by myself."
"I simply have to say, my son," confessed Vernon's dad, who was a high- class business manager who was filthy rich; "I never really did thought you had it in you. I thought you were just some screwed up son of mine. I underestimated your ability, and for that, I must ask you to pardon me for my rude behavior in the past." He spoke in a classy tone, like all rich millionaires.
"Really, Daddy?" asked Vernon, teary-eyed. For his whole entire life, he had been trying to impress his dad and to prove him wrong and now, he had actually done it. Vernon felt like he had just won a battle between him and a 100-headed lion.
"Oh, tutsie!!! I'm so proud of you!" shrieked Vernon's mum, running over to hug her son, squeezing him into an anaconda hug. Vernon's eyes were popping and it looked like they were going to pop off his eye sockets any moment.
"Oookkkkk mmmuummm,"wheezed Vernon, as she finally let go of him. He panted loudly and tried to get back his breath. She took out a large handkerchief from her large purse and started sobbing and sneezing into it. Aunt Petunia rushed towards her and tried to coax her.
"Pretty nice trophy you won, son," said Vernon's dad, "May I suggest placing it in my trophy case at my head office so everyone can see what a great son I have?"
"You mean it?" stammered Vernon. This was too much for him to take. One minute he was just some unexisted son and the next he was his dad's pride and joy. Vernon held his head. He felt the room spinning and fainted on the floor.
"Well," said Vernon's dad. "I suppose that's a yes."
He was about to pick the trophy up when his hand accidentally brushed against the miniature man. Its head fell off its shoulders and dropped onto the floor, rolling until it stopped at Vernon's dad's foot, its eyes staring up at him.
"Errr."said Aunt Petunia uncertainly, looking at the two shocked faces of her in-laws. Vernon, who had just recovered from his faint, sat up and looked at everyone with a puzzled face, wondering why they all looked so shocked.
"What the hell is this?! Is this some kind of stupid joke? I do not think this is funny at all!!! Damn you, you screwed up son!" shouted Vernon's dad suddenly, pointing a finger at Vernon, who looked like he was about to cry, since he had no idea what had just hit him. "You want to fool your old man, don't you? You think that a rich old man is too stupid to know your tricks? I was once again wrong about you! Damn you, Vernon Augustineous Dursley! Never ever expect me to call you son again, and never let me see your lousy piggy face ever again!"
Everyone was shocked at Vernon's dad's sudden outburst. No one had ever realized that Vernon's dad had an anger problem, and that he was secretly going under anger management therapy. No one knew that Vernon had a middle name, either. A very lame one.Augustineous. Vernon's mum hurriedly led her husband outside, ashamed at what just happened. She shook her head disappointedly at her son before shutting the door. They both got into a limo, which was waiting for them outside and sped off.
Vernon crawled towards the door, begging on his knees, shouting for his parents.
"Please, mum, dad! Give me another chance! What did I do wrong this time? I will change to please you! Please. please!"
But there was no one there to hear him, only Aunt Petunia, who was still shocked at what had just happened. Dudley wasn't there, since he was over at his friend's house pulverizing some geek kid for outsmarting Dudley and his thugs.
Vernon sat at the doorstep, clutching his hair. He couldn't believe it. Someone had screwed it up for him. He had finally proved to his parents he wasn't a failure and now.they didn't want to ever see him again. Petunia wasn't much of help, for she was still goggling at the trophy's head. He suddenly thought of someone. He stood up, grabbed his windbreaker and put it on. He was about to walk out the door when Aunt Petunia spoke.
"Where are you going?"
"Out."
"Let me follow you."
"No!" barked Uncle Vernon as he slammed the door impatiently.
He felt the cool breeze slapping against his face as he walked. It felt so nice, so refreshing. He smiled as he thought of Liz's pretty face as he made his way to her house.
"Morning, Harry!" said Ron cheerfully as he got out of bed, tossing a pillow at Harry, who was still snuggled in his blanket, fast asleep. The pillow landed on Harry's head with a poof, and Harry groaned.
"Ron, you dumb-butt. Stop it. Let me go back to bed." Harry dozed off again.
"Harry, you hairy berry." Ron said, as he walked over to shake his friend. Ron pulled Harry's blanket off and Harry flinched, clutching himself and still closing his eyes.
"Give me one good reason why I should listen to you.."mumbled Harry, half- asleep.
"Harry, my boy, if you don't get up, we're going to be late for breakfast, and miss the post, and get our house points taken away by Snapy-yappy if we're late for his class. which I should remind you, is our first lesson of the year." babbled Ron, counting his fingers, "That's three good reasons."
Ron smirked as Harry sat up stiffly and dragged himself to the bathroom, walking like a zombie who had just woken up after 20 centuries. He didn't notice the closed bathroom door, and smashed right into it.
"Yeowchies!"shouted Harry, rubbing his forehead.
Ron rolled over with laughter, slapping his head. Harry scowled at Ron and pushed open the door roughly, got inside and slammed it shut. Ron was still laughing himself silly when Dean and Neville woke up.
"What's all the hullaballo?"asked Dean, sitting up and rubbing his eyes sleepily.
"H..a..r.r..y.." Ron tried to speak but he failed. He continued laughing, rolling all over the room stupidly.
"Ehh. Ron? Are you okay?" asked Neville, looking uncertainly at Ron.
"He's just being idiotic. What a retard." stated Harry, stepping out from the bathroom, wiping his wet hair with his towel.
Neville looked frightened at Ron's behavior and backed off. Dean raised his eyebrow and walked over to Ron. He held Ron by his Captain Oreo's pyjamas and slapped Ron on his cheek.
"Snap out of it, Ron!" Dean repeated as he continued slapping Ron.
Ron's laughing streak turned to howls. Dean stopped slapping him and stood back. Ron grumbled as he massaged his sore cheeks, which had turned bright red. He walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
"Hey, Ron? Hurry up, will ya? We're gonna be late for breakfast!" shouted Dean, rapping the door with his knuckles.
"Mmm."came Ron's voice, who, by the sound of his voice, seem to be brushing his teeth.
Harry placed his towel on a hook. It immediately sprang up, took the towel and blew it dry. It then folded it neatly and placed it on the bed. Harry walked over to the dressing table and combed his hair. It didn't make much difference whether he combed it or not, it was still messy and sticking out in every direction.
After Ron, Dean and Neville were done, they went down to the Grand Hall for breakfast.
* * * * * * * * * ( Meanwhile. at the Dursleys. )
"Really, tutsie? You won this trophy all by yourself?" sobbed Uncle Vernon's mum, hadly daring to believe what she was seeing. Vernon's mum was a huge lady, larger than Aunt Marge and Vernon combined together.
"Yeah, mum," said Uncle Vernon proudly, puffing out his chest. "All by myself."
"I simply have to say, my son," confessed Vernon's dad, who was a high- class business manager who was filthy rich; "I never really did thought you had it in you. I thought you were just some screwed up son of mine. I underestimated your ability, and for that, I must ask you to pardon me for my rude behavior in the past." He spoke in a classy tone, like all rich millionaires.
"Really, Daddy?" asked Vernon, teary-eyed. For his whole entire life, he had been trying to impress his dad and to prove him wrong and now, he had actually done it. Vernon felt like he had just won a battle between him and a 100-headed lion.
"Oh, tutsie!!! I'm so proud of you!" shrieked Vernon's mum, running over to hug her son, squeezing him into an anaconda hug. Vernon's eyes were popping and it looked like they were going to pop off his eye sockets any moment.
"Oookkkkk mmmuummm,"wheezed Vernon, as she finally let go of him. He panted loudly and tried to get back his breath. She took out a large handkerchief from her large purse and started sobbing and sneezing into it. Aunt Petunia rushed towards her and tried to coax her.
"Pretty nice trophy you won, son," said Vernon's dad, "May I suggest placing it in my trophy case at my head office so everyone can see what a great son I have?"
"You mean it?" stammered Vernon. This was too much for him to take. One minute he was just some unexisted son and the next he was his dad's pride and joy. Vernon held his head. He felt the room spinning and fainted on the floor.
"Well," said Vernon's dad. "I suppose that's a yes."
He was about to pick the trophy up when his hand accidentally brushed against the miniature man. Its head fell off its shoulders and dropped onto the floor, rolling until it stopped at Vernon's dad's foot, its eyes staring up at him.
"Errr."said Aunt Petunia uncertainly, looking at the two shocked faces of her in-laws. Vernon, who had just recovered from his faint, sat up and looked at everyone with a puzzled face, wondering why they all looked so shocked.
"What the hell is this?! Is this some kind of stupid joke? I do not think this is funny at all!!! Damn you, you screwed up son!" shouted Vernon's dad suddenly, pointing a finger at Vernon, who looked like he was about to cry, since he had no idea what had just hit him. "You want to fool your old man, don't you? You think that a rich old man is too stupid to know your tricks? I was once again wrong about you! Damn you, Vernon Augustineous Dursley! Never ever expect me to call you son again, and never let me see your lousy piggy face ever again!"
Everyone was shocked at Vernon's dad's sudden outburst. No one had ever realized that Vernon's dad had an anger problem, and that he was secretly going under anger management therapy. No one knew that Vernon had a middle name, either. A very lame one.Augustineous. Vernon's mum hurriedly led her husband outside, ashamed at what just happened. She shook her head disappointedly at her son before shutting the door. They both got into a limo, which was waiting for them outside and sped off.
Vernon crawled towards the door, begging on his knees, shouting for his parents.
"Please, mum, dad! Give me another chance! What did I do wrong this time? I will change to please you! Please. please!"
But there was no one there to hear him, only Aunt Petunia, who was still shocked at what had just happened. Dudley wasn't there, since he was over at his friend's house pulverizing some geek kid for outsmarting Dudley and his thugs.
Vernon sat at the doorstep, clutching his hair. He couldn't believe it. Someone had screwed it up for him. He had finally proved to his parents he wasn't a failure and now.they didn't want to ever see him again. Petunia wasn't much of help, for she was still goggling at the trophy's head. He suddenly thought of someone. He stood up, grabbed his windbreaker and put it on. He was about to walk out the door when Aunt Petunia spoke.
"Where are you going?"
"Out."
"Let me follow you."
"No!" barked Uncle Vernon as he slammed the door impatiently.
He felt the cool breeze slapping against his face as he walked. It felt so nice, so refreshing. He smiled as he thought of Liz's pretty face as he made his way to her house.