Chapter 5: Wrestling Match
"When's the wrestling match?" George asked.
Of all the things that the twins could have said, Harry never expected that. Were the twins actually going to go along with the Dursleys' previous plan?
"This afternoon at two," replied Aunt Petunia, glancing sideways at her husband.
"That'll do," smirked Fred.
Harry looked at the kitchen clock. It was already 11 o'clock. As the Dursleys cleaned up after breakfast, the wizards took a walk around Little Whinging. When they reached the corner of Magnolia Crescent and Wisteria Walk, Harry said, "This is where the Dementors were… Last summer, I mean." Harry wanted to know details about the magical world he left behind. True, he did have more contact then in previous years, but he still wanted more.
"You don't need to worry about her anymore," stated George satisfactorily. "She's in Azkaban now."
Harry didn't want to mention that the Dementors had left the wizards' prison Azkaban and that they now followed Lord Voldemort. Harry shuddered as he thought of what this must mean. Poor Sirius, Harry thought… but he couldn't think of that anymore.
When they returned, the Dursleys were huddled around the kitchen table, apparently in deep conversation. Harry was sure that they were trying to figure out a way to avoid the twins but he was also equally positive, if former occasions were any indication, that they hadn't found a solution to their predicament.
Aunt Petunia glanced up at the kitchen clock and said, "Time to go!" She looked defiantly at the twins daring them to deny this.
"Just one little thing before we go," Fred stated, the famed grin spreading across his and his brother's face.
"We go," mimicked Uncle Vernon. "What do you mean by we?"
Ignoring his question, George flicked his wand and a pile of garments appeared. He then handed a t-shirt to Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. As they unfolded it, their faces dropped incredulously. Not only was the shirt a putrid shade of lime green, but on the front, the words "Happy 16th Birthday Harry" were etched.
"We're not wearing-"Aunt Petunia ended abruptly seeing Fred's upheld wand.
"We have a special one for you," George said to Dudley, pulling out a matching fluorescent green pair of boxers and robe.
Harry turned around to help stifle his laughter. The Dursleys each wore expressions of mingled horror and dread.
When they left, Harry had the impression of participating in a summer camp, with his relatives' fluorescent attire. Harry had never been to any of Dudley's wrestling matches before, since the Dursleys generally tried to avoid going to any social event with him. However, Harry figured that he wouldn't normally enjoy it anyhow!
When they arrived, numerous stares greeted the Dursleys. This suited Harry just fine and he went off to sit with Fred and George.
Harry wasn't sure whether it was his presence, the presence of the twins, or wearing that outfit but Dudley was performing outrageously badly. He was losing so badly after the third round that Harry didn't bother watching anymore. Instead, he scanned the crowd surrounding him.
Facing him, at the opposite side of the ring, a slim woman with long white hair sat beside a blond teenager. Harry poked Fred and George.
"Look," he breathed at them.
As they realized what Harry was talking about, they stood motionless, wearing disgruntled expressions.
Finally, George asked, "What's Malfoy doing here?"
