Harry Potter and The Curse of The Gangster
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, you'd know about it.
Harry was punished big time for the snake's little escapade. Aunt Petunia had told him that people might think they're strange now (To which Harry muttered, "You were never normal in the first place.").
The Dursleys made Harry stay in the mailbox with no food for a week. I don't know how he survived. But somehow he managed, although Aunt Petunia yelled at him every morning for chasing the mailman, which Harry insisted it was a natural instinct. Aunt Petunia had replied with, "It's not natural when a young boy bites the mailman's pants leg and rips it off." The attacks on the mailman continued anyway.
The mailman was not the thing that was on anyone's mind. It was the letter. The letter had arrived sometime in July. The morning had started out fairly normal, but it was the strangest day of all.
"Get the mail, Harry," Uncle Vernon had said. He was so extremely large that he could not get out of his chair to do it himself. As soon as Harry picked up the mail, he looked through it. There were two bills, a letter from "Aunt" Marge, and a letter from someone Harry had never heard of before. This letter was addressed to him!
"Marge is ill, ate 1,000 funny whelks..." Uncle Vernon said, peering at the letter from Marge. "No wonder that woman is so large..."
"Look who's talking!!!" said Dudley, but Dudley himself was too large for words. After Dudley's comment, Uncle Vernon and Dudley engaged in a friendly Father-Daughter, I mean, Father- Son fight. Or maybe it wasn't friendly, as they were rolling on the floor, punching each other(Aunt Petunia took no notice of this).
"Harry's got a letter," Dudley gasped in between blows from his father. The Dursleys all stared at him.
"I don't have a letter," said Harry, furious that they had figured him out.
"Then what is that letter- shaped lump in your pants?" asked Aunt Petunia furiously.
"It's nice of you to look there," Harry replied. I should have known Aunt Petunia would check my pants, he thought angrily. Harry desperately tried to get to his mailbox, but Uncle Vernon blocked the way, and when Uncle Vernon blocks a door way, there's no going through him.
Sorry that was not very funny. Now where's my reviews?
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, you'd know about it.
Harry was punished big time for the snake's little escapade. Aunt Petunia had told him that people might think they're strange now (To which Harry muttered, "You were never normal in the first place.").
The Dursleys made Harry stay in the mailbox with no food for a week. I don't know how he survived. But somehow he managed, although Aunt Petunia yelled at him every morning for chasing the mailman, which Harry insisted it was a natural instinct. Aunt Petunia had replied with, "It's not natural when a young boy bites the mailman's pants leg and rips it off." The attacks on the mailman continued anyway.
The mailman was not the thing that was on anyone's mind. It was the letter. The letter had arrived sometime in July. The morning had started out fairly normal, but it was the strangest day of all.
"Get the mail, Harry," Uncle Vernon had said. He was so extremely large that he could not get out of his chair to do it himself. As soon as Harry picked up the mail, he looked through it. There were two bills, a letter from "Aunt" Marge, and a letter from someone Harry had never heard of before. This letter was addressed to him!
"Marge is ill, ate 1,000 funny whelks..." Uncle Vernon said, peering at the letter from Marge. "No wonder that woman is so large..."
"Look who's talking!!!" said Dudley, but Dudley himself was too large for words. After Dudley's comment, Uncle Vernon and Dudley engaged in a friendly Father-Daughter, I mean, Father- Son fight. Or maybe it wasn't friendly, as they were rolling on the floor, punching each other(Aunt Petunia took no notice of this).
"Harry's got a letter," Dudley gasped in between blows from his father. The Dursleys all stared at him.
"I don't have a letter," said Harry, furious that they had figured him out.
"Then what is that letter- shaped lump in your pants?" asked Aunt Petunia furiously.
"It's nice of you to look there," Harry replied. I should have known Aunt Petunia would check my pants, he thought angrily. Harry desperately tried to get to his mailbox, but Uncle Vernon blocked the way, and when Uncle Vernon blocks a door way, there's no going through him.
Sorry that was not very funny. Now where's my reviews?