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A/N: Well, here's the sixth chapter. Sabrina brought up that she doesn't know the rules of the show, so for any readers out there who aren't familiar with Wife Swap, I thought I'd explain it.

Basically, the wives in two radically different families switch places for two weeks. For the first week, the wives have to live by the rules of the family they're living with, pretty much taking the place of their counterpart. In the second week, though, the wives get to make the rules, and change the things that they think are wrong with the family. At the end of the two weeks, the couples meet (without their children) and talk to each other about what they experienced.

Hope that clears everything up!

Christine pulled up in front of Harry and Dudley's elementary school just as the kids were getting out. As kids poured out of the doors, Christine could have sworn that she saw Dudley push several small children over. It took her longer for her to spot Harry. He was walking slowly, not at all part of the mad rush. Then he saw her in the car and sped up. Dudley also saw Christine. He looked torn between asking her for a ride and taking the bus. He opted for the bus.

"Hi Christine!" said Harry, coming up to the car.

"Hi Harry," said Christine, reaching across the passenger seat and opening the door. The cameraman was in the back seat. "Are you ready to go shopping for some new clothes?"

"Yeah," said Harry, getting into the car and buckling his seatbelt.

Christine pulled out of the school's driveway and started down the road towards the mall. There was an awkward silence. This was another one of those situations where Christine just didn't know what to say.

"So… What do you think of your new room?" asked Christine, trying to break the tension.

"It's great," said Harry. "Thank you so much."

"There's no need to thank me Harry- there was absolutely no need for you to sleep in that cupboard," said Christine seriously.

"Mm-hm," said Harry, staring out his window.

Silence reigned once more. Not another word was said until they reached the mall.

"Well, come on," said Christine as she and Harry got out of the car, with the cameraman close behind.

The entered a shop. "What size are you?" asked Christine, looking at a rack of jeans.

"I-I don't know," said Harry.

"You don't know?" said Christine.

"I've never been clothes shopping for myself before," said Harry.

"Well, then you'll have to try a few sizes on," said Christine. She tried to decide what size he would be. She didn't have a son, so she wasn't sure on boys' sizes, but she was pretty sure that Harry was between a four and a seven.

After trying on about five pairs of jeans, Harry discovered that he was a size six. Christine bought him three pairs of jeans, ten T-shirts, five sweaters, and a few pairs of socks. There was very little time for talking, because Harry had to try everything on, as he had no concept of what would fit him and what wouldn't.

Upon their return to the Dursley household, Christine helped Harry to put away his new clothes.

"Thank you so much, Christine," said Harry when they were done.

"You're welcome," said Christine.

Christine walked into the hallway and decided to check to see if Dudley's room was clean. She had done some cleaning today, but she hadn't gone in Dudley's room, because she wanted him to clean that himself.

Christine knocked on the door.

"C'min," called Dudley.

Christine opened the door. Dudley was playing a computer game while watching television. The things strewn across his room hadn't been touched.

"Dudley, clean your room," said Christine.

"But I don' wanna," whined Dudley.

That was it. Christine had had it with this spoiled child. He needed a serious attitude adjustment.

"Dudley," said Christine, picking her way through the mess on the floor, "if you don't clean up your room by this time tomorrow, I will take away your computer, your stereo, and your television."

"No!" said Dudley.

"Yes," said Christine. "I've had it up to here with you. You have to learn discipline, and you have to follow the rules that I've set. Clean up your room by tomorrow or the computer, stereo, and television are gone. End of discussion."

Before Dudley could even argue, Christine left the room. She almost felt sorry for Dudley. He hadn't chosen his parents. But the fact remained that he was a spoiled brat who apparently beat little kids (and Harry) up, and somehow, she couldn't bring herself to be sympathetic.

Christine descended the stairs to see how Vernon was doing with dinner. She found him in the living room, watching television. It was going on seven o'clock.

Christine walked to the television and turned it off.

"What the blasted hell do you think you're doing?" said Vernon, outraged.

"You're supposed to be making dinner!" said Christine, hands on her hips.

"But…"

"No buts. Go. Make. Dinner."

In light of the fact that there were cameras following his every move, Vernon acquiesced and slunk off to the kitchen, as well as a man of his size can slink.

The next day, Christine checked on Dudley at exactly seven o'clock. She was going to follow through with her word. If Dudley's room wasn't clean, all of his fancy electronics would be gone.

She knocked on the door.

"Come in Christine," said a fake sweet voice.

Christine pushed the door open into a surprisingly clean room. There were no toys on the floor, no candy wrappers, and no clothes. It looked as if Dudley had cleaned his room.

But Christine had a seven-year-old daughter, and she knew all of the tricks. She smiled, nodded to Dudley, then walked over to his closet and jerked the door open.

In a scene reminiscent of a cartoon, things began spilling out of the closet into a huge heap on the floor. There were the toys, the clothes, even the food containers. Dudley had stuffed everything in his closet.

Christine turned and gave him a look that said "Well? Do you have an explanation?"

"I- Well- Well, my room is clean!"

"No, it isn't Dudley," said Christine. "Obviously it's not clean, if every time you have to get clothes out of your closet, everything comes out on the floor."

"But…"

"No buts," said Christine. She was getting tired of that phrase. "I told you what I was going to do if you didn't clean your room. You'll get these back when you've cleaned this mess up." Christine gestured to the computer, TV, and stereo.

"NO!" screamed Dudley.

"I'm sorry Dudley," said Christine, unplugging the television, "but this is the only way I can get you to follow the rules.

"NO! I NEED THAT STUFF!" shouted Dudley as Christine started carrying the television down the stairs.

Christine opened the cupboard under the stairs. "You don't need it. I would never deprive you of anything you really need," said Christine, thinking of the state of Harry's clothes, and the food he ate. "These are things that you want. And you'll get them back when your room is clean. All you have to do is clean your room." Christine put the television inside the cupboard. Then she put the computer and stereo in with it, Dudley screaming the whole time.

Harry watched the whole scene, his door slightly ajar.

Harry seemed to be much happier with these new rule changes, Christine noted happily on Saturday. Just yesterday, Dudley had finally cleaned his room, and he was now in that room, playing computer games. Harry and Christine were at the park.

"Christine, look what I can do!" shouted Harry. He swung himself hand-over-hand all the way across the monkey bars.

"Good job Harry!" said Christine. She was sitting on a bench, watching him play.

Yes, all in all Christine was happy with her rule changes. But she was leaving tomorrow. And after that, she couldn't change anything.

A/N: Well, there you have it. Chapter six. I hope you liked it. It was actually a very fun chapter to write. Surprisingly, it required research. I've never shopped for a nine-year-old boy before, so I had to research sizes. I wanted Harry to be on the absolute smallest end of the spectrum, so I made him a size six in children's, which is for boys who are about 3' 10" to 4' and weigh about 44 lbs. This is the optimal size for a six-year old.

I have about three more chapters in this story, and I know almost exactly what happens, so they should be up pretty quickly.

Thank you to everyone who reviewed!

SongOfRoland: Thank you. I like reading pre-Hogwarts stories too, which is part of the reason that I went ahead and posted this.

HaRrYrOxMuhSoX: Yes, things are finally looking up for Harry. They're about to be looking down though; keep reading. And this chapter was update within a week and it's my longest yet, so there!

sabrina: Well, here's the next chapter.

As always, I leave you with a request for reviews. Please!