Chapter 14:

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The years went on quickly and soon Harry and Dudley were 10 years old.

All those years strange things kept happening at their primary school, mostly to the young bullies in the making. Still, those things were, if strange, decidedly non-magical.

And that was very lucky indeed.

More than once Dudley and Harry were caught. While they covered the black board with soapy water, so that you couldn't write on it. Nobody knew where they got the soap, as the soap in the toilets was long since empty.

They were caught after they positioned a bucket with blue water on the door of their classroom, but only after their arts teacher got wet. And only because they were laughing too hard to look innocent. It seemed like a lot of luck, that none of the pupil released the bucket beforehand. And so on.

In those years the Dursleys had been invited to school more than once. By now they knew the way to the directors office by heart. Still, Harry and Dudley never got into real trouble. Petunia and Vernon always shrugged the complains of the director away. "Boys will be boys," they thought.

But there were some pranks that made Petunia frown and look decidedly unhappy.

Somehow Harry was sure this was one of those pranks. They just had to make sure they weren't caught.

It was already midwinter, but it had yet to snow. That was why Harry and Dudley had decided to let it snow themselves. Yesterday they had spent the whole afternoon shredding old newspapers and some blank papers in little pieces. Well, Dudley had shredded them, while Harry somehow got them to multiply. Some of the pieces even looked like little snowflakes. They had then put the little flakes of paper into bags and hid them behind the containers with the waste paper of their school.

That was where they were now, while the two mischief makers were sitting in the classroom.

Both of them were having a hard time to concentrate on the lesson though. But while Dudley was brimming with excitement, barely suppressing a big grin, Harry was worrying about getting caught.

But both of them were glad, when the lesson was finally over. At the end of class they hurried out of the classroom, leaving even before their teacher.

They broke into a sprint for the waste container. Quickly each grabbed two bags of paper snow, then they made a beeline for the gym. When they got there Harry took Dudley's hand and both of the boys jumped as high as they could. Their eyes were closed and when they opened them again they found themselves on the roof of the gym.

For a moment they looked at each other in amazement. Still, this wasn't the time to dwell on it, the break would end in only ten more minutes!

Quickly both of the boys opened their bags and let the contents fall on the schoolyard. A swift breeze came up, making the paper dance like actual snow. The pupil on the ground stared in wonder, then some of them began to scoop up the fallen pieces and throw them back in the air and at their classmates and friends. They were enjoying themselves as if it were real snow. Dudley and Harry stood on the roof of the gym, grinning and enjoying the view over their little prank.

Unfortunately they forgot to duck. And while the teachers on the schoolyard, who were trying to figure out what just happened, couldn't see them, the director could.

When he looked out of the window of his office, to see what was all the laughter about, he saw the two self-satisfied boys standing on the roof of the gym.

As was to be expected only seconds later the door to the roof opened and a very angry school director got out. They were in deep trouble!

The two boys followed their director in silence. They already knew the way by heart.

As soon as the door closed behind them the director began to scold them.

"What were you thinking?! You can't just run around on the roof, it is dangerous! How did you even get up there?" the director asked them.

"The door was open...," Dudley lied.

"How convenient! The door was open just the day you happen to bring lots of ripped paper with you... How about you tell me the truth?" the director prompted.

Dudley squirmed uncomfortably under the glare the director was giving them. His mind frantically struggling to come up with a good cover story.

That was when Harry spoke up. It was his fault they even got on the roof, so he figured he should take the blame for it.

"I put a stone in the door, to stop it from closing," he said, looking their furious director straight in the eye.

The story was believable, still the director felt like he was missing something...

"Alright," the director sighed. "It was quite an amusing stunt you pulled, BUT you must never again go on a roof without an adult. It is dangerous, you could have fallen! As your punishment you will help the caretaker clean up the mess you've made. But if I ever catch you doing something like that again I will personally make sure you don't get off this easy. Also I will have to call your parents!"

Dudley and Harry hung their head.

"Now off you go," the director dismissed them. "And behave!"

Back in the classroom they were greeted by an excited Tim.

"That was great, guys! How did you even get up there?" He started talking as soon as they got near him.

Even if Tim didn't want to take part in the pranks it didn't mean he didn't like them...

Dudley and Harry grinned broadly.

"We used the door," they replied simply.

The rest of the school day the two boys almost forgot about the trouble they were in. As many of their schoolmates came to them, to congratulate them on the prank.

When they got home after cleaning up the director had already called the Dursleys.

But this time they didn't talk to their boys about it.

They only send the boys to their rooms and told them to stay there. Both boys got their dinner to eat upstairs. They were not to leave their rooms till the next day other than going to the toilet.

But what was the worst to Harry wasn't their punishment, but how his foster parents looked at him and only him, when they got home.

Uncle Vernon had looked like he was barely suppressing his anger, while aunt Petunia had just looked so incredible sad.

Their reaction to his magic seemed to get worse the older he got, as if they were waiting for something they feared.

Harry remembered the story how his mother had left his aunt and he felt very guilty for using magic despite what it had done to her.

On the other hand he couldn't just stop using magic. After all it was the only thing his parents left him, other than his looks.

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