DISCLAIMER: I am not really a tyrtle, and these are not really my characters. Sorry for the confusion, but please read on anyway!
A loud crash of thunder sounded around the room. Dudley jumped a foot in the air, and managed to fall off his bed in the process. But this was ok, because as his parents were away, nobody was taking out his tent-sized clothes to be washed, and they were consequently strewn all over his floor.
Hmmm, thought Dudley. My tent-sized clothes make quite a nice landing mat. I should do this more often.
He had been previously forbidden from jumping around upstairs (for obvious reasons), but now the possibilities were endless.
Dudley climbed back up onto his king-sized bed, and jumped so high he almost couldn't breathe. Although, on second thoughts, it wasn't much different from his usual inadequacies of proper respiration, due to the fact that the oxygen in his blood had to go four times as far around his body than the standard distance for humans who do not have the appearance of a small whale.
Anyway… Dudley landed hard with all his might and force onto the large pile of clothes he had heaped together on the floor. However, due to his vast size, he managed to crash through the floorboards and land down on the first story. Due to the clothes underneath him, it should have been a safe landing, but…
Directly below Dudley's bedroom was the downstairs bathroom. This was a state-of-the-art facility was a large shower/bath facility, specially designed to contain Dudley's vast masses of fat. However, it had more recently begun to be used as a place where teenage girls who had been invited over by Dudley's cousin would wash and do other cleanliness routines IN COMPLETE PRIVACY.
And today, that privacy would be broken.
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A/N: It's usually about here where someone would put a nasty cliffhanger. However because I am feeling "nice" with a high self esteem due to my first review (thanks for the feedback, btw), I will continue.
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A scream broke the dazed silence that was echoing in Dudley's brain. He looked up to see a young red-haired girl clutching one of his mother's best towels to her chest, while looking in shock at the mountainesque boy who had just appeared in front of her. The next moment, two young men had opened the door and run inside the bathroom.
One was Dudley's freakish cousin, Harry, and the other was a tall and gangly redhead, just like the girl. Except for the fact that she wasn't tall or gangly. Just nice. And that's not the only nice thing, thinks Dudley.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing with my sister, Muggle?" yelled the redhead, in an angry tone. He had a long stick-thing pointed at Dudley's quaking chest.
"Calm down, Ron," said Harry, firmly placing a hand on Ron's shoulder. "Let me handle this." To Dudley he shouted, "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing with my girlfriend, Muggle?"
To his amazement, Dudley burst into tears. They were what some may call "crocodile tears", that is, they are fake tears produced to portray some kind of emotion, and to generally get your own way. Dudley had a lot of experience with these matters, as did his unknowing mother.
Seeing the fat boy cry, the girl said, "Oh leave him be, you two. He did nothing wrong. He just happened to accidentally fall through the ceiling and into the bathroom as I was standing here naked, just an arm's reach away from a towel. It wasn't his fault." She looked reprovingly at Harry and Ron, and they both lowered their wands.
"Sorry, Dudley," said Harry. "We were jumping to conclusions. I'm very protective of Ginny, especially in these dire times."
Dudley stopped "crying", and pulled on a brave face. This was another specialty of his.
"You should be, freak. I didn't mean to fall through the ceiling. It was an accident as I was, um… taking these clothes to the laundry. So get out of my or I'll punch you, Scarhead." With those words he pushed past the two wizards and went back to his room.
Where he could be alone.
And plot his revenge against Harry, for existing.
And the dark wizard He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, for scaring away his parents and making him do his own laundry.
"You're going to pay for what you did to me," he hissed softly, as he lay down on his bed, and went to sleep, dreaming of violent, vengeful plans.
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A/N: So? D'you like? Please r&r and the next chapter should be up in a few days, depending on how I feel about studying for my exams. Sigh.