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?
