Tears and Accidents
Author: J.E.A.R.K.Potter (Erin)
Rating: G
A/N: Sorry about not updating this for a year. Also it is not very long so again sorry.
Thanks to my reviewers:
LMDGIUVR4EVA: Actually I had planned something along those lines from the beginning but I will credit you anyway. Thanks!
Auntarctic: Thanks!
yellowpages: Thank you!
raylen: I don't think I made it very obvious but at least they know now.
Jadyn Potter: Yeah I know I need to work on that. I just have to get in touch with my childish self. Oh and thank you! Oh and about the fight thing you will see that they're really not going to do anything.
mrs. Thank you I will look over that. I have a tendency sometimes to not type something but thinking I did.
Kim-Radcliffe007: Ugh what is it with you guys? I try to give Harry a normal unhappy childhood but you always bring in a girl. Just kidding. I was planning to do that in the first place but their friendship will only a little while.
Jackie: Oh and look now a year later and you still have that T.V.
charmedlily: Yeah I know it is so sad.
Chapter Three: First Accident
Piers and Gordon were, however, the same age as Harry and were not very skilled at fighting with someone or beating them up. Everyone must start somewhere of course. Piers, Gordon, and Dudley punched their fists into their other hands as they had seen in countless movies and television shows.
What they forgot was that it was the bullies who were sure to be beat by the hero who made the action they just imitated. The hero was sure to get away from the large buffoons always cornering him or her and the three year olds threatening Harry defiantly fit the description.
Suddenly out of nowhere came a crayon that hit Dudley straight in that back of his head. Another crayon followed it but hit Piers instead, the same happen to Gordon. The larger boys looked behind themselves but found no one in sight. So of course they took it to mean someone was hiding from them, after all crayons don't float and hit you by their own will.
Harry wondered who was so brave to defy these bullies who weren't yet bullies. "Thanks," Harry mumbled under his breath.
"C'mon let's find out that idiot who did it," Dudley told his cohorts.
Harry breathed a sigh a relief. He wished someday he could be like that person. No, Harry wanted more, he wanted to be able to openly mock Dudley in front of everyone and have Dudley not be able to stop him.
"Time for a story," Mrs. Viner called to the young students. The class came to sit in front of her chair. She pulled out from behind the wooden chair a giant book. In equally large letters were the words The Ugly Duckling.
Most of the children could not read so she read the title aloud. "This is The Ugly Duckling, it is about a little duckling who thinks he is ugly but he looks the way he does because he is not a common duck but a swan, which is much more beautiful than a duck," these words were said slowly and with that voice that can only be described as a teacher's tone. To older students it could be quite irritating but the little children were mesmerized.
Harry listened and looked at the pictures with awe. Aunt Petunia had never read him stores, neither had Uncle Vernon. The whole class listened to the teacher's words, well, except for Dudley and his gang still trying to figure out which of the other children was their invisible attacker. Soon the teacher finished the tale, "And they all lived happily ever after. The End."
Harry thought it was a very good story, though he had nothing to judge it against. 'I wish I was that ugly duckling, maybe then the Dursleys would go away.' Harry sighed to himself knowing that he wasn't anything special that is what his aunt and uncle always told him.
"Time to learn your numbers," Mrs. Viner said to the restless children. Harry watched as she pulled out a chart of the numbers one through ten. For some reason he did fell as enthusiastic as before.
A/N: I don't own The Ugly Duckling; sorry I don't remember the end of the story. Read and Review!
