It had all started the second week of summer vacation. Dudley, Harry's big fat excuse for a cousin, had just been notified that he was going to have to take sixth year over again, (due to the multiple suspensions he had acquired the previous year) and was not in a very good mood.
And what better to cheer him up then to torture Harry. The usual beatings just weren't doing it for Dudley anymore; he needed to do something drastic, something more creative. He could hear Harry washing the dishes in the kitchen when he had an idea.
Opening the kitchen door, he waddled towards the sink. "Hi yaw Harry" he said with highly fake tone.
Harry grunted a "hey Duds" in his cousins direction, not taking his eyes off of the dishes.
"Hi Harry" Dudley repeated as he grabbed his mothers iron off the kitchen table and held it behind his back. This was easy seeing as how large Dudley had become.
Harry still didn't turn around as he retorted with his equally venomous "Hi Dudley."
"Guess what?" Dudley continued
"What?" said Harry, "did they finally make those Smelting uniforms in your size? Small Whale?"
Dudley pretended not to hear this "I bought you something at the mall today. It was on sale, and I saw you looking at it the last time Mum took me to the mall."
Since Harry had his back to Dudley, he never saw the devilish smile forming across his abnormally large face. He dropped the pan he was washing and whipped himself around "You what?" he snapped.
That exact moment when he opened his mouth Dudley whacked him across the head with Aunt Petunia's iron.
White hot pain seared through Harry, as warm red blood trickled down his face. The last thing he heard was Dudley's insane laughter as he passed out on the kitchen floor.