Chapter the Second:
Harry bent down to pick up all of his lollies just as Uncle Vernon poked his head through the door.
"What's taking so long boy?" He growled. "I would have thought you'd have the sense to at least have packed."
"I did pack already."
"Then get you're ungrateful ass down here, already."
He closed the door with a slam, making Harry and the twins jump.
"Nice to see you're uncle is so caring and understanding," said George, looking slightly stunned.
"Yeah, I can't understand why he hasn't one best uncle award." Fred put in, also looking slightly alarmed. They both leaned down, to help Harry with his sweets. As they walked downstairs, Harry noticed that they were whispering to each other, and in their hands they held a few green lollies.
"What is that for?" He asked suspiciously, looking at the lollies. He had had previous experiences with the twin's tricks to know, that the lollies weren't just a simple tasty treat. They looked guiltily at each other, which was rather rare for them.
"Well, Harry, we, um, thought that we might get a little revenge on your Uncle, for being so rude." Explained Fred.
"These are a rather new invention of ours. We are still working on them. We haven't named them yet. But basically their purpose is to make the consumer be forced to be polite. So for example," George thought for barely a moment. "Feed one of these to Malfoy, and he wont so much as be able to poke his tongue out at you. He won't be able to be cruel to you, he'll have to make polite conversation." They smiled wickedly.
"So your planning to somehow feed these to my uncle?" Said Harry, who had already caught on. " So that he will have to be polite?"
"Yep, that was pretty much our plan. Don't worry." They Added. "Your uncle will back to his normal terrible self in one hour."
"So, what are you waiting for?"
"Well, we are hoping to see him be courteous to us. But how do we get him to eat it?"
"Somehow, I don't think he will eat anything we offer him." George smiled, obviously remembering last time they were here. While the two of them reminisced, Harry thought about how they could do this.
"Boy, get me a drink!" called His uncle. "And bring me a headache tablet."
Harry could almost leap with joy. Could a better opportunity have come, than this? He looked at the Weasley Twins, who both had the exact same expression, one of absolute joy. They practically flew down the stair and raced into the kitchen. Pouring the water into a glass of water, he watched as the twins got the pills out of the cupboard. They examined the pills, and then using their wands cast a spell. The green lolly took the appearance o the real headache pills.
When they entered the room, Vernon, looked as if he was about to burst. The rest of the Party were standing at the opposite side of the room. Passing him the glass, Harry stood back and watched as his uncle swallowed the pill. They watched as his face slowly receded to its normal colour. Trying not to laugh, they looked on as he walked over to Mr Weasley.
"I'm terribly sorry, my good man," he said, holding out his hand to Mr Weasley. With a look of confusion upon his face, Mr Weasley shook his hand. " I am afraid I have been very rude. For that I give you my sincerest apologies, although I realise that no amount of apologies can make up for the disgraceful way I have treated you and you lovely wife and beautiful children. Perhaps you'd like to stay for dinner. Petunia is making a rather delicious soup."
"Um, that's fine, Mr Dursley. We can't stay anyway," said Mrs Weasley. " We have a lot of things to get ready. Bt thank you for your offer."
When Uncle Vernon turned back around, Harry saw, that although his expression was one of calmness, his eyes were filled with panic. They were darting all around his eyeballs, as though looking for some way to escape. They focused themselves on Harry, and Uncle Vernon started towards him. When He reached Harry, he held out his arms as though he was going to try and choke him. His arms were just about to reach for his neck, when they froze for a moment. Harry looked up at his Uncle's face. It was filled a look that was always reserved for Dudley. A look of care, love and affection. Harry actually felt scared. This look was almost as dangerous looking as Uncle Vernon's Fury look. He started to try and back away, but Vernon closed in on him. "Oh, are you trying to run away from your dear uncle. Come give your uncle Vernon a hug good bye." He leaned forward and Harry simply froze with fear. Uncle Vernon's hugs, felt very much like Hagrid's. Bone crushing. But not because he was tall, but because of all the fat. Harry's mouth was blocked by his uncle's shoulder, and he started to choke. When He was finally released, Harry was down on his knees panting. "Now I know we wont be seeing each other for a while my boy, but there is no need to start crying. It's ok." He reached inside his pocket and took out his wallet. He reached inside and held out a twenty-dollar note. "Here Harry, consider this a farewell present. I should have bought you something, but oh well." Harry took it, stunned. "Well up you get Harry. Your dear friends are waiting for you, and another exciting year is ahead of you." Pulling Harry up with a groan.
"Well aren't you going to say goodbye your cousin? No I suppose Dudley is hiding. Hahaha, poor tyke seemed almost scared enough to wet his pants this morning.
"Um, bye uncle Vernon. I think you should take the money back though," He knew there would be hell to pay if his uncle didn't get it back.
"Oh no my boy. I can't just send into the world with nothing can I? Don't worry, we have plenty of money to get by." He turned back to the group standing in the corner. " Well lovely seeing you all again, but the time of parting must come."
Vernon helped them carry the trunk to the Ministry cars, and then waved them goodbye. All the time with a look of utmost horror on his face.
"I was wondering," Harry asked the twins. "Do you think I could get a lifetime supply of those? I think they would be quite handy." They all laughed as Number four Privett drive slowly disappeared from view.