(Demented Chapter Number Six)
Draco was pissed off.
"How could this happen? I'm too cool to die! I can't believe she killed me; me, the sexiest Slytherin in the history of Hogwarts!"
Still fuming, he heard the manly far-off shout of, "Boy! Coffee!" Then it was closer, and soon there was a loud knock and, "Breakfast, son!"
After the man went away, Draco tried opening his eye. He instantly saw a glowing pony and shut it. Not a minute later, a women with a high-pitched shrilly voice began shaking him.
"YAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" he yelled. He felt flubbery sides flop around him, and when we opened his eyes to see the lady, he knew-
"You're a Muggle." The lady's eyes widened and she started slapping his hand.
"Nonononono, you do not say wizard words!" Then, she turned white and slapped herself across the head instead.
"Bad Petunia, Bad Petunia, bad!"
"Are you an overgrown house-elf or what, you freak?" spoke Draco at last. But his voice came out much differently; it was squeaky, and afterwards he was out of breath. Petunia just said,
"You're having a bad dream, Dudley...bad dream...I'LL GO CALL YOUR THERAPHIST!" She dashed out of the room.
Now Draco was in utter confusion, and, with only the feeble glow of the unicorn nightlight, he saw in the mirror-
He was not himself.