Hi. I've sorta given up on the other stories I wrote, but I promise that I'm going to stick with this one.
Summary: We all know Harry Potter, the way he acts, and the way he thinks. But what do others think about him? The fifth book, not in Harry Potter's view this time, but in others' points of view.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. Though I wish I did…
Chapter 1: Dudley Demented (Petunia Dursley)
It was a normal morning, well, I hoped it was a normal morning. Vernon and I were watching the news, my handsome little Duddikins was having tea with his friends, and that wretched boy was nowhere in sight. The news was normal too. It started off with the drought in Surrey. I sniffed. I knew that certain people didn't care whether there was a drought or not and used water unwisely, like our neighbor next door.
Vernon, who was thinking along the same lines, said, "I hope he's listening next door with his sprinklers on at three in the morning!" It served him right if he was listening.
The news then told of a silly helicopter of no importance nearly crashing in a field in Surrey, and then a silly divorce that had nothing to do with anything.
"As is we're interested in their sordid affairs," I said. Why would anyone want to know what was going on between two silly people of no importance?
It was finally the last news of the evening. "And finally, Bungy the budgie has found a novel way of keeping cool this summer. Bungy, who lives at the Five Feathers in Barnsley, has learned to water-ski! Mary Dorkins went to find out more…." This was one of the most stupidest news ever. Who would even think about interviewing water-skiing budgerigars?
Vernon made a move to turn the TV, and I went into the kitchen to make dinner when there was a very loud crack. Vernon bumped his head against the TV, and I dropped the dishes that I was carrying. Both of us, curious to see what had happened, was near the window when something bumped against it. It was that wretched boy with his, er, thing out. I knew that Vernon wouldn't be able to stand the sight of, well, it.
Vernon closed his hands around the boy's throat, and I secretly hoped that he would choke.
"Put it away," Vernon whispered into the boy's ear. "Now! Before anyone sees!"
"Get off me!" the boy said, as he tugged at Vernon's hands. I was personally proud of Vernon's strong grip. However, Vernon suddenly seemed electrocuted and let go of the boy. I knew that the boy had just done it again.
A few nosy neighbors stuck their heads out of their windows wondering what was going on. I was also proud of Vernon's fast thinking. "Lovely evening! Did you hear that car backfire just now? Gave Petunia and me quite a turn!" Vernon started yelling at the boy, but I was lost in my own thoughts. "What the devil do you mean by it, boy?"
I knew something strange was going on if that wretched good-for-nothing was hiding under our window. "Why were you lurking under our window?"
"Yes yes, good point, Petunia! What were you doing under our window, boy?"
"Listening to the news," that boy said. I knew he was up to something, a normal boy never listened to the news. But this boy wasn't normal at all.
"Listening to the news. Again?"
"Well, it changes every day, you see," he started.
"Don't you be clever with me, boy! I want to know what you're really up to, and don't give me any more of this listening to the news tosh! You know perfectly well that your lot…" Vernon started.
"Careful, Vernon!" I said. The last thing I wanted was for anyone to know that I was related to them.
"…that your lot doesn't get on our news!"
"That's all you know," he said. That boy was lying, and it was up to me to prove it.
"You're a nasty little liar. What are all those, owls, doing it they're not bringing you news?" I smiled triumphantly and so did my Vernon.
"Aha! Get out of that one, boy! As if we didn't know you get all your news from those pestilential birds!"
"The owls aren't bringing me news."
"I don't believe it." That good-for-nothing liar needed to get some sense knocked into him. I knew that those hideous creatures went in his room every single wretched day.
"No more do I," said my wonderful Vernon.
"We know you're up to something funny," I said. He was one of them after all, and my horrid sister was always up to something strange.
"We're not stupid you know," said Vernon.
"Well, that's news to me," shouted that horrid boy. He turned around and walked out of sight. Just wait till I got my hands on him. He would wish that he had never talked back.
I started cooking dinner, and Vernon went upstairs to do something. I just hoped that that boy never came back.
Vernon and I finished eating dinner. I put the dishes in the sink and started washing them. I looked at the clock. It was about time for my little Dudders to get home. I started heating up Dudder's favorite food, when I remembered that he was on a diet. I sighed, and started cutting up a few fruits, and put them on his special plate.
A/n The latest time I'll update will be on 12/27. Review!