Hey, I've been told I should update no matter how many reviews I get, because some people don't know how to express themselves in a review. Well if you're one of those people then: I i'm not expecting a brilliant well-written review. I mean I'm ok with a 'Good story, update soon.' because you see, I have many stories I'm writing and prioritise. I think that one has been getting a lot of reviews, I better update that one soon or my head will be on the chopping block. Then I'll look at another one and see hardly any reviews and think ok that can be put off a little longer. so yea sorry

Also the shrew part and a portion of the next bit was inspired by the movie "10 things I hate about you"...

Chapter four: First Encounter

As Harry ticked his final 'no' box for question 506 (Do you or do you plan to tattoo satanic symbols or signs anywhere on your person?), Petunia burst into the room once again, screaming

"I TOLD YOU!!! HE KICKED HIMSELF IN THE BALLS!!!

A stressed-out, eldery lady hobbled out of the office,

"Please, Petunia calm down. I'm not accusing you of anything."

"Yes, you are! Otherwise why are you trying to send me to your stupid anger management course?"

"It was merely a suggestion."

Petunia glared at her and was about to storm out of the room, until she caught Harry looking at her,

"Who are you?" She spat.

Harry blinked,

"Harry."

"Come," She ordered. Harry looked right and left for a way out. "Now," Petunia said.

Harry gulped, chucked his papers toward the receptionists window and followed after Petunia. As soon as they left the room, the councillor shook her head,

"Poor boy, he was new to the school too..."

The receptionist sighed as she shuffled Harry's enrollment forms,

"He was rude, but according to his paper's he looks like a good kid," she blew a bubble in her gum, "What do you think she's going to do to this one?"

"Well she's hasn't broken a right leg yet..."

The receptionist frowned,

"No, no she did. You know the Bon Jovi look alike?"

"Nope, that was a broken collarbone. Anyway I have more deviants to see, see you at lunch."

"See you Miss. Poller."

XxXxX

Harry followed Petunia into the classroom he had started in.

"Out, Sommervault," Petunia barked.

"M-m-m-y s-s-sw-weet Petunia!"

"Out," She pointed at the door.

Englebert pouted, hung his head and walked towards the door, he then turned around and looked at Harry,

"What w-w-was you name?"

Harry looked at Petunia, who shot him a warning look,

"Don't. He will make your life a living hell, by stalking you and requesting your hand in marriage. He-"

"I-I-I don't like b-b-boys!" Englebert protested, before Petunia pushed him out of the room and shut the door. She then spun around and smiled sweetly,

"Name?"

"Harry."

"Age?"

"Sixteen."

"And what the hell is your problem?"

"I don't have a problem."

Petunia narrowed her eyes, much like her future son's expression while watching television,

"Then why were you staring in the office?"

"I wasn't."

"Well, I already have a whole chess club pleading for dates, I don't want another member of the fan club."

Harry's jaw dropped, 'Argh, my aunt seems to think I was checking her out...'

"Oh believe me, I won't be joining...Your not my type." 'I prefer non-family members who actually treat people with respect...'

"Well then," Petunia kneed him in the groin and hissed, "Don't look at me again, you hear?"

"Loud and clear," Harry gasped, bent over.

Petunia turned on her heel and ripped open the door. An eavedropping Englebert fell to the floor, Petunia looked down at him in disgust,

"You disgust me," she kicked him and stormed off.

Harry collasped on the floor,

"I can't believe she was worse when she was younger..." he muttered to himself.

"Isn't she w-w-wonderful!" Englebert said from the doorway.

"It's not how I'd put it..." Harry groaned.