I have no idea where this came from. It's very short, and I probably would have finished it in one go had it not been for the thunderstorm outside.
I will finish it soon though. Promise!
Harry Potter was in a lot of trouble.
This wasn't just the normal "Boy Wonder" trouble that he could easily get out of just because of his status as the Boy Who Lived.
No, this was much worse than anything he could ever weasel his way out of.
Harry had killed his cousin using magic.
It had all started earlier that day...
"HARRY! HARRY GET UP!"
The cries of his Aunt Petunia screeched up the stairs interrupting Harry's dreams.
"HARRY! I WANT YOU UP AND DRESSED THIS INSTANT! Vernon, tell the boy."
His Uncle's voice roared up the stairs a moment later, "GET OUT OF BED!"
Harry rolled over in his bed to face the ceiling. Groaning a bit, he reached up with his hand and rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration.
Glancing over to the clock, Harry noted that it was seven thirty in the AM. A time unknown to most boys his age during the summer.
He couldn't think of one possible reason as to why the Dursley's would need him up this early-
Except...
Harry groaned again as he realized it was his cousin's 16th birthday. How could he have forgotten?!
The Dursley's had been making a big enough deal of it lately.
Invitations had been sent out months in advance, Dudley's chocolate cake was on special order from France, supposedly it was to be held at Le Opiniâtre (the most upscale Muggle hotel in London, so much so that most people haven't even heard of it.), and special waiters and waitresses flown in from Spain.
It was a big deal to Petunia and Vernon that their little "Duddykins" was turning sixteen. But apparently it hadn't occurred to them that Sweet Sixteen actually only applied to the female population.
Not that Harry would have minded being given even half the attention Dudley was getting on his birthday.
Either way it didn't matter at the moment. All that mattered to Harry was getting out of bed and getting downstairs as fast as he could before he could be punished for being slow.
As far as Harry could tell, it was going to be a horrible day.
Short yes, thunderstorm going to kill compy soon though so I must go.