Harry Potter Fanfic 2
"Harry, look what I've got!" said Dudley prancing into Harry's room and waving Harry's Firebolt under his nose.
Harry glared and pulled out his wand and pointed it at Dudley's heart. Watching Dudley quiver gave him a sick sort of satisfaction, it was the only type of happiness he had gotten all summer. It was a very bitter-sweet sort of feeling that was going through Harry's mind. Dudley gulped and took a step back. Forcing some calm into his voice he managed to stutter "You're–You're not supposed to do magic. Only last year you almost got expelled from that fr–freak place you love so much. Anyway–"
Harry was now smiling and this made Dudley panic. "Wha–what? What is wrong with you?"
"Oh, there is nothing wrong with me. I just find it odd that instead of hands you have little hooves." said Harry smugly.
"Yeah, well–well like I said before.. You aren't allowed to do magic!" said Dudley, his voice rising. Harry's grin faded and he tightened his grip on his wand.
"Yes, but dear old Dudders we all do things we aren't supposed to though, don't we? I'm sure your mum would be sour to see you having anything to do with me or magic." said Harry in a relaxed tone. "That broom happens to connect to both."
Dudley narrowed his eyes, but obviously he cared about getting into trouble too much, at least more than taunting Harry was worth. Because after Harry had spoke he sniffed, and turned on his heel, storming out through the bedroom door, only turning back to throw Harry's broomstick to the floor. Harry knew that the Dursleys no longer felt any threat of him attacking them if he was angered. They had learned that underage wizards were not permitted to do magic outside of school grounds. Of course Harry had never mentioned his godfather's death because the Dursleys fear of Harry's godfather was the only thing that made living on Privet Drive tolerable. Harry did not intend to let his whole life go to hell.