Thank you very much, DemolitionxLovers for the ideas needed to make this chapter, and the incentive to look for more accidental magic in the books; I haven't found any yet though!

To smirk73 : if that was meant to be a flame, it was pitiful. Perhaps you should look up the words "constructive criticism" and try to give some. You say I have missed out a lot of points, well perhaps I could correct my errors or do better in the next chapters if you could elaborate. Normally, I would respond to a review as a reply so that other readers do not have to read the replies, however you did not sign in, although the name implies that you do have an account. If you have to insult someone (and yours is first bad review I have received from ANY of my stories) then kindly do so in a way where they myself in this case can respond appropriately.

Everyone else reading – thanks, sorry about the reply, and can I please have a few more ideas for pranks!

It was Dudley's sixth birthday and the 'family' had just sat down to breakfast. The birthday boy was trying to count his presents, but only made it to ten when he ran out of fingers! He wailed for help, and scowled at his cousin when Harry calmly announced that he had twenty-four – two more that last year. Petunia Dursley and her husband glared at their nephew, before proceeding to grill him on how he could possibly know. Harry had a small voice, and answered them in a quiet, but firm tone,

"I counted them earlier aunt petunia, uncle Vernon – after I finished my bacon." The adults clearly didn't believe him, but the pending tantrum by their son prevented them from saying anymore. To avoid the outburst, they instructed Dudley to open his presents before they had to leave. Dudley complied with amazing speed, and soon, Harry was admiring his cousin's new red, shiny bicycle while Dudley was asking his parents when they could get rid of Harry. On Dudley's birthday, his parents would take him for a trip with a friend. This year, Ashley Gordon was the company, and the two boys were headed to the bowling alley, and the arcade. They would probably be given ten pounds each to spend on the slot machines, and Harry would be left at Mrs. Figg's house for the day – just like every year.

This year though, Harry really wanted one of his cousin's presents. This year, there was a new bike. It was sitting there, newly unwrapped with a bell and a light, the gift was just asking to be ridden, but Harry knew Dudley would manage to break it on his first ride. If Harry wanted a go, he would have to sneak in a ride first – yeah, like he would be able to. The young raven head didn't even know ho to ride properly – the Dursleys had never seen fit to teach him.

He was packed off to Mrs. Figg's house soon after, and there, he spent the day wishing he could be at home, riding on Dudley's new bike. Aunt petunia came to fetch him at seven o'clock – half an hour before bedtime. He was left just enough time to wash his face and brush his teeth before being locked in the cupboard for the night. His dreams were filled with the dings of bicycle bells and the joy of riding.

The only catch – he was riding a broom not a bike.

The day after what Harry called the 'bicycle sighting', Harry woke as usual to his aunt's screeching and went to watch the bacon and looked at the residue of Dudley's birthday. The new computer game was still there, as were some of the toys, but most had been relocated to Dudley's second bedroom. The boy noted with sorrow that the bike was no longer there, but he assumed it was in the garden; a bike was too dirty to be in petunia Dursley's house! He soon found that he was wrong.

Dudley walked into the kitchen, ready for his breakfast, without a care in the world.

"Mummy, when can I get my new bike fixed?" Harry was shocked – Dudley had broken his bike already! The boy was angry too. How dare he break it and not even care – didn't Dudley realise how lucky he was to get even one present, let alone a new bike plus twenty-four others! He knew the bike wouldn't be fixed; it would be thrown away, just like everything else Dudley didn't want. The boy saw red spots in his vision and shook his head violently. He couldn't let his at tension wander.

Dudley started to scratch his large backside; he soon couldn't stop and began to wail that his bottom was itching. Harry later found out that his cousin had large red spots all over his skin, but it wasn't chicken pox as the boys both had that when they were three. Harry couldn't help but laugh at his cousin's predicament.

this is edited - thanks again DemolitionxLovers!

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