The sun rays were moving the curtains in Harry's bedroom like a ghost breaking in. Until at last, they've reached his face and tickled it. Harry woke up with a loud yawn and picked up his glasses. He went outside of his room, heading directly to the bathroom. Harry, of course, washed his teeth and face. He looked into the mirror. There was still sign of sleep in his eyes; probably because he had an exciting night, he couldn't have forgotten about it.
When Harry finished from the bathroom, his legs moved him to the room that was directly opposite to the bathroom, Dudley's room. He didn't have to knock on the door, because he knew that a hundred trumpets and drums wouldn't wake up Dudley that easy! He crept in slowly, and went to Dudley's bed. Dudley was always a complete mess. His head was on the end of the bed, and his feet were on the pillow, actually, one leg on the pillow and the other on the floor. He was snoring like a maniac, and boy he had a horrible breath.
"Dudley, Dudley get up, it's nine fifteen already," said Harry. He tickled Dudley right underneath his chin, which of course, caused Dudley to laugh and beg Harry to stop it at once. Finally, after ten minutes of tickling, Dudley got out of his bed, lazily.
"Hurry up boys!" cried Aunt Petunia from downstairs. "Breakfast is ready!"
Immediately, Harry ran down the stairs rushing to sit on the chair. He was starving! On the table were five oranges, six toasts, two plates of scrambled eggs, four mugs, and honey. Harry couldn't have resisted his hunger. So, he helped himself to two oranges, one toast, and half a plate of scrambled eggs.
"Slow down kid, or you'll have your stomach exploding!" proclaimed Uncle Vernon. But Harry ignored him and continued to eat. Until Dudley came at last
"Dad," he began," where's my wallet?" Harry didn't care, he continued to eat.
"I thought I gave it back to you, Big D, haven't I Petunia?"
"Of course you did, I saw you with my own eyes giving it to him two days ago."
"The problem is, I can't find it anywhere"
"Maybe," started Harry, "you lost it somewhere underneath your bed sheet. I thought I saw something brown when I woke you up today."
"Yeah, yeah I remember now. I kept it under my bed sheet so that I keep counting how much money I get from gambling with my friends, OH NO!" At those words, Aunt Petunia Uncle Vernon both choked.
"YOU WHAT!" screamed Aunt Petunia furiously.
"Sorry mum, sorry I didn't tell you," said Dudley in a shaky voice.
"How could it be? My own Popkins gambling!"
"My friends got be into this habit. Actually, it's good. I keep gaining money."
"YOU MORON! DUDLEY, I'M ABSOLUTLEY DISGUSTED WITH YOUR BEHAVIOR! GAMBLING CAN MAKE YOU LOSE ALL THE MONEY YOU'VE GOT! AND HOW MUCH MONEY HAVE WE GOT? LESS THAN YOU CAN THINK OF!" shouted Uncle Vernon angrily.
"Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, calm down, I'm perfectly sure that Dudley is never going to gamble again, because he knows it's not good for him, right Dud?" said Harry.
"Y--Yeah--right," answered Dudley in a kind of frightened voice.
"Mum, Dad, I forgot to tell you. Today's my boxing tournament; I've been training for over two months now for this. The tournament begins on four p.m."
"Well allright, just promise me that you'll never go gambling again," said Uncle Vernon.
"Cross my heart, and hope to die,"
Hours and hours passed by, with nothing happening. Until at last, it was three fifteen...
"Dudley, Harry, come on now, we've got to get going, that tournament is 16 KL away from here, and now come on, get yourself dressed up," said Aunt Petunia.
Harry has already put on his T-shirt and jeans, and of course remembered to take his wand and sword with him, just in case anything funny happened.
The car trip was just fine, until Uncle Vernon stopped at the traffic lights, which was a total chaos. People were screaming at each other, horns were being pushed in every car, and much worse than that, the traffic lights were out of order...
"DAMN YOU TRAFFIC LIGHTS! I'VE ALWAYS SAID THAT OUR GOVERMENT IS GOING DOWN! YOU CAN'T EVEN FIX A TRAFFIC LIGHT, PEOPLE!" roared Uncle Vernon.
At last, they've managed to arrive at the theater where Dudley's tournament took place. After they entered, a security guard showed them their seats, which were on the tenth row. The bell has rung, and the games began. Harry has never seen such gruesome attacks; players were hitting each other like they would hit a concrete wall. Many of them have earned knockdown points, which caused them to move upwards in the competition. Then, at last, the commentator spoke:
"Next fight, Dudley Dursley versus John Markson, will the players please come to the fighting area,"
"Go Big D, give him the old one-two, eh? You can do it!" said Uncle Vernon. Anyway, when the fight began, Harry was beginning to see Dudley's punches and hits. They were truly painful, but Harry noticed something else. Dudley's opponent was very fast. He always moved around Dudley to make him look around, and all of a sudden, Dudley gets hit on the nose. Again and again, Dudley continued to be hit. Harry felt a bit of guilt in his heart. Now that he's allowed to use magic, why wouldn't he try to help Dudley?
Slowly and carefully, Harry took out his wand, but still, it was hidden between his jeans and jacket. He made sure no one was looking. Within seconds, he pointed his wand at the other boy's punch that was barley starting to move, and whispered Impedimenta. He used this jinx to slow down that punch. After that, Dudley had his chance, he sort of pushed the boy's hand upwards, and gave him a super-powerful punch right on the centre of his stomach. Immediately, the boy fell to the ground. That gained Dudley full points, and made him win the match. Everyone in the theater was now clapping so loud. Even Harry did, although he knew that if it hadn't been for him, Dudley would now probably be the loser.
"THAT'S MY BOY!" shouted Uncle Vernon, the whole crowd heard him. Several minutes later, Dudley came out of the changing room, and went straight to his parents and Harry.
" Well done, Big D, I knew you would win the match," said Harry in a cheering voice.
The tournament ended afterwards, and Dudley won the first place for the heavyweight. He raised his hands high up in the air, and waved at everyone. He was holding a trophy and a bunch of flowers. The trophy had some writing on it that Harry saw: Boxing Tournament, First Place, Heavyweight, Dudley Dursley.
Harry and the Dursleys then went back to their car and quickly returned home. They wanted to celebrate Dudley's victory. The clumsy fat pig---Harry thought, and quickly grinned. Aunt Petunia has made a cake and put on it a picture of Dudley when he was seven, she also made some banana splits, and apple pies, just to celebrate the fat pig's victory---Harry thought.
Harry then climbed up the stairs and went directly to his room. Again, like last night, he was feeling dizzy. He found Hedwig in her cage hooting at him as he entered the room.
"What a night!"