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Harry Potter 5:
They started towards him, losing blood with every step. Harry held on tightly to the letter. He took another step backwards. He knew there was only one option. He had to give them the letter.
"Okay," He said, "I give up. Here's your stupid letter.
Uncle Hernun took it. Then he looked at Harry, angry. "Don't ever try that again." Then he turned.
Dudley followed him, but tripped, colliding with Hernun on his tour. They kept on rolling and Harry closed his eyes when he heard a loud crash.
He sighed and jumped down himself, landing on something soft (If you don't know what the soft thing is, please put it in your review). Harry entered the house. But before he could close the door behind him, he heard someone say: "That's my girl."
It was Sunday. More letters had come, as well as more fights. Finally, Hernun had had enough of it and he had made sure no letter could enter the house. They hadn't had any letters for three days now and Harry had almost lost all hope.
"How's your leg, Dudley?" Retardia informed sweetly. In the third fight, Dudley had tripped over one of her own Barbies and broken her leg in the process.
Dudley looked up, with a confused look on her face. "What do you mean, Mum? Nothing's wrong with my leg." And so she showed.
"No, huney," Aunt Retardia informed Dudley, "That's your arm. Your leg's the thing you walk on."
Dudley's face cleared up and she started smiling. "Oowh, it hurts mum, it really does. And that's Harry's fault. I want you to punish him."
Don't worry Darling, We already did. Didn't we Hernun?" Retardia said.
Hernun chuckled. "Course we did. Took the bitch's tent and bag" (A/N: No offense against female dogs or their owners, or better even: No offense against any dogs. Try to remember this. It might prevent future confusion or problems. A thing I most certainly hate).
"I want him to be punished more." Dudley screamed.
At that moment, a huge rumbling sound filled their ears. Dudley ducked under the table and started praying something that sounded like: "Ohmy,godtheinvasionisgermanagainstshhotinglaserguntachedtofrontporchspacecabhitler'sasbitchdie,no.,.?cantlivetosacrificealwayscheatcodeilovedonutspleaseearndeathwishsupersugarediceontopandbarneyinevermeanttooffendyoubarneysattackingrevengecantsupersugaredkillingdiedonutneedto…Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"
Hundreds of frogs came down the chimney, black from the soot .
(A/N: That was pretty weird, wasn't it. Let me explain. Dudley likes videogames and food. She brags at school about hating Barney and she cried Nooooo… because she mistook the frogs coming from the chimney for the aliens she had been praying to. Well, that's pretty much it).
Harry saw the frogs were carrying letters. He tried to grab one. This was easy because the frogs were happy to cooperate. Harry was beaming. He finally had a letter and his relatives seemed too busy to notice. He started opening the letter…
Thank you, Thank you. Hope you all enjoyed my story. Also hope you want to know what's in the letters. Well, that's bad luck then. Cause Harry won't open them until second year, Muhahahaha. Sorry about that. Anyway, please read and review. Ow, wait. You already read it. Ahw, whatever.