Chapter 4
"I would have given anything to see you dressed up like a gentleman, you
must have looked so much like your father" said Figg softly. As they
took the honey out of the bee's hives, they had straw hats on and
their faces covered with clothe and huge thick gloves on.
"Speaking to the Prince like a Lord".
"I just cannot believe I gave him my mother's last name!" said Harry
shaking his head. "The man is insufferable" he finished.
"Yes, you've been saying that all day" said Figg sounding annoyed.
"Well it's as true now as it was this morning" said Harry smirking.
"Oh, Harry he's royalty. They're born like that" said Figg shaking her
head.
"Then I suppose the penalty for being wealthy is having to live with the
rich" said Harry.
"I bet he is quite charming…once you get to know him" said Figg smiling
as they carried the honey back to the manor. Their faces were
uncovered now that they were no where near bees.
"I think him and my family deserve each other" said Harry.
"Oh bite your tongue! The only thrones I want them sitting on is the
ones I have to clean everyday!" said Figg.
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"What's wrong with this one?!" asked Petunia holding up a suit to her son.
"It's blue!" snapped Dudley.
"But Severus loves blue!" protested Petunia.
"And fifty other men and women are going to be wearing the exact same
colour!" said Dudley.
"Very good Dudley" said Petunia looking thoughtful.
Poppy entered the room saying, "This one is too big".
"Then you should eat more, and fill them in" said Petunia.
"That's unfair!" snapped Poppy.
"I deserve a new dress for the dance!" she said after a few seconds silence.
"Mother, focus please! I need something to wear!" snapped Dudley
like the spoiled brat he was.
"Perhaps if I knew what you were looking for!" Petunia said,
going around the bed beside her son.
"Something fit for a King!" snapped Dudley, slumping down on his bed,
making it protest and squeak under his weight.
"Come children, I have just the thing, but you must speak of this to
no-one" said Petunia softly.
"Hmm…I do love a good intrigue!" said Dudley wondering what his mother
was up too.
"Waste not, want not" said Petunia as she reached a room, before opening
the chest that was at the bottom of the bed.
"It's perfect!" said Dudley nodding his head eagerly, it was a beautiful
suit and it was his.
"Oh, look at the shiny leather shoes!" said Poppy awed "Where did you
get these?"
"There Harry's, for his wedding" said Petunia a horrid look around her.
"Potter? Married? To whom, the chimney sweep?" said Dudley sneering.
Before he started laughing with glee, oh how he would love to slag his
cousin about that one.
"If that's his then perhaps he will want to wear it to the ball," said
Poppy.
"Since when does royal function include commoners?" asked Petunia
darkly, she had a huge secret from her children. Harry really was not a
commoner, but he really was an important person. However, no one knew this,
they just thought of him as a servant and that's the way they wanted it.
"Well… Never but he is our cousin and the letter did say to the ladies
and sir's of the manor" said Poppy softly.
"He is not of noble blood" snapped Dudley.
"And who would notice? Nobody" snapped Petunia.
"Honestly, Poppy, whose side are you on?" sneered Dudley.
Just then Harry walked in on them; Petunia spotted him and took the suit
away from Dudley's bulky frame.
"What are you doing?" asked Harry his eyes wide, that was his suit! The
only thing he left of his father. He had a book from his mother, or a
book that used to be his mothers according to his father. It was the last
book his mother had read to him, if he could remember correctly.
"Airing out your suit…for the masque" said Petunia, panicking to get a
reason out why they were there. She could not let the boy realize what
they were doing, otherwise the suit would disappear and she knew it.
Harry would not want his fat cousin trying to get into his suit.
"You wish me to go to a masque?" asked Harry confused.
"Of course" said Petunia.
Now Harry knew something was up, it was just that he didn't know what
they were up too.
"Honestly, Harry, it hurts me you don't feel like family" said Petunia
sounding sad.
"I only meant…" protested Harry, knowing he had to say something
otherwise he would be bound for America.
"I thought we could all go as one big happy family!" said Petunia
looking like nothing would make her happier. Inside she was baulking in
disgust, however, she stood firm. She needed the suit and he could not
realize what they were up to before Dudley had it.
"That is if you complete your chores on time and mind your manners till
then" said Petunia.
Harry nodded his head eagerly; hopefully he would meet someone there.
Maybe he could get away from them; life would be really great if that
were so.
A thud brought him out of his musings.
Poppy had slammed the shoes down on the trunk before leaving the room,
she didn't look happy at all. Poppy could hardly believe what her mother
and brother were doing! I mean telling Harry he could go. She had not missed
the sparkle of life she had seen in Harry there and then. He really thought that
he was going to get to go, and in that suit none the less. Sighing softly, she
wished she could stand up to her parents but she never would nor could.
"What's the matter with her?" asked Harry concerned.
"Oh, she doesn't want you to go" said Dudley smirking.
Harry frowned, now something was defiantly going on, Dudley was never
nice to him nor was Petunia. However, Poppy was always nice to him, it
was like everything had turned around. Sighing softly he started putting the
logs into the fire; they were getting heavy after all.
