"Get up, boy!" roared Uncle Vernon in Harry's ear. "Yeah! Now!" roared Dudley, doing a perfect impression of his porky father, although not as purple.
"Let me sleep......." Harry mumbled, not as much as even looking at the two large porky men standing over him. "It's only, like......7 in the morning...."
"Let's try again, shall we?" roared Uncle Vernon, now louder than ever after his authority being threatened in such a manner. "Dudley, go get your smelting stick!!" "If you insist, father." Dudley practicely jumped with glee at the prospect of seeing some Harry-whoopin! this early in the morning! He waddled as fast as his stocky legs would allow him into his bedroom, emerging two seconds later with a large brown stick. "Shall I do the honors, father?" huffed Dudley. Unfortunatly, Dudley never got his question answered, for, at that precise moment there was a blood-curdaling scream from somewhere down the stairs. An Aunt Petunia scream.
"What the..." and then there was silence.
"Dad?" squealed Dudley, absentmindedly dropping his smelting stick, "What happened to mum?" Uncle Vernon turned from Harry and sprinted from his room down the stairs. (Which wasn't all that fast) "Petunia, dear, Petunia?" he screamed, searching frantically through the house.
"She's gone!!" he screamed back up the stairs. "Didn't leave a trace!! It's HIS kind! That's who did it! It's all your fault boy! ALL your fault!"
"What have you done?" screamed Dudley as he dived on Harry's bed, right on top of Harry himself.
"Aaahhhh!! Get off of me you big fat blubb! You're going to crush me!! You stupid marshmellow!!" Try as he might, not even Harry's strong arms could remove the over-large boxing champ who had now settled on top of him in a bone-crushing pose. "I...didn't....do.....it.....GET....OFF....NOW!!" Harry managed to get out in between attempts of pushing Dudley off him. It was no use, the boy was practically as heavy as a cow. Not to mention the overly accountable resemblance.........
Harry finally managed to push Dudley off of him (hey, come back here, you're gonna pay!!) and was bolting down the stairs in no less than a second. "Uncle Vernon-" Harry was cut short when he saw a VERY purple-faced Uncle Vernon staring down at the floor, where there lay the shards of Aunt Petunia's favorite pink tea kettle. "Boy! Where have they taken her?" Uncle Vernon picked up the largest shard of tea kettle and practically chunked it at Harry's head, luckily Harry dived out of the way just in time.
"No idea." Harry replied tonelessly. "But I'll find out." Harry added quickly, not in the mood to deal with an Uncle Vernon that felt his "authority" was being threatened. He bolted back up the stairs, past a slowly descending Dudley, (where do you think you're going?) and into his small room. He immediately pulled out a quill and parchment out of his trunk and plopped on the floor (his favorite place to write nowadays) and started writing.
Professor Dumbledore,
My Aunt has just been captured by wizards. I have no idea who they are. It would probably be best if you could help me find her.
Harry Potter
Harry quickly rolled the parchment and tied it to Hedwig's leg. "Take this to Proffessor Dumbledore." he commanded.
"Let me sleep......." Harry mumbled, not as much as even looking at the two large porky men standing over him. "It's only, like......7 in the morning...."
"Let's try again, shall we?" roared Uncle Vernon, now louder than ever after his authority being threatened in such a manner. "Dudley, go get your smelting stick!!" "If you insist, father." Dudley practicely jumped with glee at the prospect of seeing some Harry-whoopin! this early in the morning! He waddled as fast as his stocky legs would allow him into his bedroom, emerging two seconds later with a large brown stick. "Shall I do the honors, father?" huffed Dudley. Unfortunatly, Dudley never got his question answered, for, at that precise moment there was a blood-curdaling scream from somewhere down the stairs. An Aunt Petunia scream.
"What the..." and then there was silence.
"Dad?" squealed Dudley, absentmindedly dropping his smelting stick, "What happened to mum?" Uncle Vernon turned from Harry and sprinted from his room down the stairs. (Which wasn't all that fast) "Petunia, dear, Petunia?" he screamed, searching frantically through the house.
"She's gone!!" he screamed back up the stairs. "Didn't leave a trace!! It's HIS kind! That's who did it! It's all your fault boy! ALL your fault!"
"What have you done?" screamed Dudley as he dived on Harry's bed, right on top of Harry himself.
"Aaahhhh!! Get off of me you big fat blubb! You're going to crush me!! You stupid marshmellow!!" Try as he might, not even Harry's strong arms could remove the over-large boxing champ who had now settled on top of him in a bone-crushing pose. "I...didn't....do.....it.....GET....OFF....NOW!!" Harry managed to get out in between attempts of pushing Dudley off him. It was no use, the boy was practically as heavy as a cow. Not to mention the overly accountable resemblance.........
Harry finally managed to push Dudley off of him (hey, come back here, you're gonna pay!!) and was bolting down the stairs in no less than a second. "Uncle Vernon-" Harry was cut short when he saw a VERY purple-faced Uncle Vernon staring down at the floor, where there lay the shards of Aunt Petunia's favorite pink tea kettle. "Boy! Where have they taken her?" Uncle Vernon picked up the largest shard of tea kettle and practically chunked it at Harry's head, luckily Harry dived out of the way just in time.
"No idea." Harry replied tonelessly. "But I'll find out." Harry added quickly, not in the mood to deal with an Uncle Vernon that felt his "authority" was being threatened. He bolted back up the stairs, past a slowly descending Dudley, (where do you think you're going?) and into his small room. He immediately pulled out a quill and parchment out of his trunk and plopped on the floor (his favorite place to write nowadays) and started writing.
Professor Dumbledore,
My Aunt has just been captured by wizards. I have no idea who they are. It would probably be best if you could help me find her.
Harry Potter
Harry quickly rolled the parchment and tied it to Hedwig's leg. "Take this to Proffessor Dumbledore." he commanded.