Harry Potter reached across the breakfast table for another slice of toast, but a fat hand beat his, grabbing the toast and shoving it into the owner's mouth. Harry resisted the urge to glare at Dudley; he didn't want to give his Aunt and Uncle a reason to yell at him more than they had already. He couldn't even look at Ickle Dudleykins out of the corner of his eye without getting yelled at and sent to his room.
This was the worst summer of Harry's life, but not because of the Dursleys. They still lived in fear of Sirius. Sirius was what was making this summer the worst yet for him. Yet Sirius was gone. He had no relatives in the wizarding world now. Sirius had meant just about everything to him. Now he was gone.
"Mum," Dudley's voice interrupted his thoughts. "I'm going to go over to a friend's. There's an important documentary film on the tele, and we were going to watch it together in order to further our knowledge of the world."
Harry turned his snigger into a cough. Aunt Petunia, however, beamed at her son. "That's my boy." Uncle Vernon said. "Run alone, Dudley."
Dudley got up from the table, waddling fast as he could out of the kitchen. A few minutes later Harry also rose, ignoring the looks he was receiving from his Aunt and Uncle.
He had just started up the stairs when he heard Dudley's shriek and the sound of a bicycle skidding on pavement, along with angry voices breaking the calm of Privit Drive. He hurried out the door but was pushed out of the way by his Aunt and Uncle. Tumbling unceremoniously to the ground, Harry fumbled for his glasses. Setting the spectacles firmly on his nose, he hurried after his relatives.
Uncle Vernon was yelling nonsense and Aunt Petunia had her hands to her cheeks as she stared at her son. The man on the bicycle came over to them, a worried expression on his face. He paid no attention to his bike, which was now wrapped around a tree, but was staring in awe at Dudley.
Harry looked up across the street, and felt his jaw drop. Somehow his incredibly fat cousin had managed to get himself up onto the roof on a neighboring house. The roof was creaking and groaning under his weight, looking like it was about to give out any moment.
"You! Boy!" Uncle Vernon's face was a deep shade of purple, and Harry couldn't help comparing the colour to that of an eggplant. "What did you do?" his uncle yelled.
"Nothing." Harry said truthfully, trying to get a better look at his cousin who was glancing about, scared and confused.
"YOU'RE LYING, BOY! GET DUDLEY DOWN RIGHT THIS INSTANT!"
The man who had been riding the bicycle came over, looking a bit afraid of Vernon. "Excuse me, sir, but this boy was nowhere around when this happened. Your son came out of nowhere-- I couldn't swerve in time, though I tried, and I thought for sure I was going to hit him, as there was no way I could miss all of that bulk he carries. Then he was just, there, up on the roof! I'm not quite sure how it happened, it was like, like magic!"
Uncle Vernon glared at the man, who shrunk under his gaze. Harry was staring up at Dudley in disbelief.
"I'm really sorry about your son, sir-hey! Where'd he come from?"
Harry felt a hand on his shoulder and tipped his head back to look in disbelief at Albus Dumbledore. "Come, Harry." His headmaster said. "We need to talk."
"GET MY BOY DOWN FIRST!" Vernon roared.

Yes. I died. Actually, 'twas the computer that died, but that's not the point. And as promised, now that I have Microsoft word again, I'll be updating. However, first I must go through all the chapters and tweak them a bit, though I don't think I'll have them all to my satisfaction for a while. So we'll see how this turns out. Also, I'll replace those chapters I have which are just updates with actual chapters. Aren't I the best?