The next day for the Dursley parents was stressful for them both. Petunia was ostracized from her brunch with her gal pals and the house was a mess. The way the girls treated her was a shock in and of itself but with it on top of the court case looming over her head made it even worse. This morning her hair fell out in clumps. Clumps. She was so distracted she didn't even notice it was time to pick up Dudley.
Vernon was as short tempered as ever but the wick for the dynimate that is his temper is shorter than usual this day.
Dudley was slowly but surely being driven mad. His breaking point is coming very close. He will have to blow some steam tonight. Sadly for him his stress relief was punching his favorite punching bag and the cause of his stress was that he can't lunch his punching bag. He decided he needed to hit something. He knew dinner will be in about two hours.
He went to the woodsy part of the park. He was alone thanks to the humidity. He went to a tree with smoothish bark. It was blocked from view over at the park but people driving by on the street will see him.
He punched the tree with his left hand first imagining the bespectacled boy. He couldn't get his pudgy fingers on him today with him being inside for recess and connecting to that stupid girls hip as soon as school went out. He punched with his right hand imagining the evilly cackling giant of a girl. She was the root of his problems, all of them. She ruined his reputation. She is having Mum and Dad fight all the time now. She took his life and scrambled it up right before his eyes. The list can go on and on.
He altered between hands and faces. He imagined them both going to their proper place, under his foot or away, far far away from him and his family. By the end his knuckles were nearly bleeding and his eyes were stinging with tears. His face was red and getting darker as he progressed. "It is from the pain. It is from the pain. Focus on the pain." This was chanting in his head about his tears.
Ladies and gentleman he has reached his breaking point. He sat down and leaned against the tree. He tries to pull his knees to his face to cry. He couldn't with the blubber in the way. He grabbed a stick and beat the tree with it until it breaks. When this happens a police cars drive by without his notice or care.
This is when the tears start to fall. He wraps his arms around the tree and puts his forehead on the bark. He started to do something he has never done to anything alive or inanimate. "Why am I doing this to you? You don't deserve this. I am sorry tree." He took one arm off the tree and shook his fist at it. Half heartily he said, "Tell anyone this and you're so dead." He laughed. He felt better after that episode. This moment was peaceful bliss. His mind was clear of the change to his perfect world. His eyes were red from crying. His knuckles had skin peeled away and was scabbing over.
As he walked home he clenched and unclenched his hand winces at the pain every time. Even with this he was smiling with his eyes still tearing up. His face was a normal color with his blonde hair looking like straw sticking up in odd angles. He was in limbo though this will not last for long.
Let Us Get To Our Police Partners
Officer Chris,the horror stricken officer, and Officer Sam were driving to 4 Privet Drive. They might even ask a few questions to Dudley Dursley. Children may not know the whole story but they can let something slip.
Sam knocked on the door to the house with only one car in the driveway.
Petunia opened the door to see the intimidating officer on her porch. If it was anyone else she would have screamed at them to get off her porch but she was too scared to. She didn't want to be separated from her baby. She didn't want to leave her home or husband. She didn't want to go to jail for being rude to a officer.
"Are you Petunia Dursley ma'am?"
"Yes" she said with a strained smile.
"Okay we are going to search your home for evidence of child abuse. Please step out of the way." The polite tone that was used earlier was replaced by a commanding one. Officer Chris was holding up the paper work saying they could legally investigate the house.
Petunia didn't even try to fight it. She knew this was coming and was kind of relieved that it will be over with. "I should have made Dudley's second bedroom look like the freaks." She felt like a moron for not doing this or even trying to get rid of the evidence that has accumulated over the years.
"Where is your son ma'am? My partner is going to ask a few questions while I search."
She nodded in understanding. She try to think of the answer to that certain question. She had a lost look on her face. "I didn't pick him up after school and he didn't show up. I am a horrible mother." She smoothed her face. She was thinking on her feet here, "He is at the local park. He knows when dinner is with his watch." The officers nodded at this answer.
"Okay let us begin the search with Harry Potter's room."
"Follow me" she said while stepping up the stairs.
They shook their heads. "No you will go to the kitchen to answer a few questions of mine" with a air of authority from Chris.
She went to the kitchen. She was nervous. The officer followed her.
The other officer went to find the cupboard under the stairs. She wanted to see if what Harry told them was true.
She checked along the stairs for a cupboard. She found one. She opened the door.
There was a cot with a box of clothes that looked closer to rags with all the holes. There was dried blood on the floor with spiders everywhere. There was a few lone army men stranded here and there. There was no dust on the floor only bits of plaster from the "ceiling."
She took pictures and wrote notes. This is all stuff to get in big trouble for. The story Harry told was worse than he said.
She went to see the pictures in the living room. "Wow that child is fat." She was looking at picture Dudley. She couldn't see a single picture of Harry. There was this woman posing with a dog though. "Who is that?" She decided to look into that woman background; she may have also harmed Harry. This was evidence for abuse and neglect.
She went upstairs to check the bedrooms.
Dudley sneaked into the house. Knowing every creek on the floor and how to about the door just right he can get in unnoticed. Right now he wanted to lie on his bed and enjoy the calmness he hasn't felt since Monday.
He went up the stairs unnoticed by his mother and the officer in the kitchen. When he got to his room he screamed.
AN sorry it took so long to update. I am happy to say I have gotten all A's on my finals and schools out for summer. Whenever I look back on these chapters I always cringe at the grammatical errors. When the police show up and the paragraphs are formed weird I don't know how to fix that that has been just showing up so sorry if it bothers you
