"U-um why are we up here again?" Dudley Dursley nervously said to his cousin as they stood on the roof of their school. Harry had tied a bungee cord to his waist, though where and when he had gotten said bungee cord was a mystery to the Dursley family. Dudley gulped as he looked down at the ground, and felt like he wanted to throw up, they were so high up from the ground. He turned to look at Harry who was wrapping the other end of the cord to the flagpole that was on top of the roof. "I mean it'd be a lot safer to do it on the ground where it's safe..."
"Safe?!" Harry shouted and shook Dudley's shoulders as he shouted in his ear, "We're at the cusp of making history here and you're worried about safety?!"
He then stopped shaking Dudley, who soon collapsed on the ground.
"Were the Wright Brothers worried about safety when the built the airplane?!"
"Um no, at least I don't think so," Dudley began but was then interrupted by Harry once again.
"Was Winston Churchill worried about safety during World War II?!"
"Well he didn't really fight in the war, so I don't think-"
"Look Dudley I understand that you may be afraid." Harry patted Dudley on the shoulder, "But you have to learn that the only thing to fear is fear itself."
"And hitting the ground at max speed and splattering against the ground." Dudley said. "Clearly I have nothing to fear."
"That's the spirit Dudley!" Harry said as he kicked Dudley off the roof, as Dudley screamed when he plummeted to the ground, Harry called out, "And make sure you get good pictures!"
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In Mr. Applewood's eight grade class he began to call out names for the roll call.
"Derrick, Jones!"
"Here!"
"Dursley, Dudley!"
"..."
Mr. Applewood blinked and called out Dudley's name, only to be greeted by silence once again. Which was very odd, usually he would hear the boy loudly talking to his friends and blatantly ignoring him. But today he hadn't heard a word out from the Dursley boy, which either meant he was absent or he was planning something. Looking over his notepad, he saw that the seat Dudley usually sat at was empty, Mr. Applewood then called out to Dudley's friend, Piers.
"Mr. Piers," He said, catching the boy's attention, the boy kept staring out the window for some bizarre reason. "Do you know where Dudley is?"
"Uh, yeah, He's outside." Piers said.
"Doing what?!"
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"Oh god someone help me!" Dudley screamed as he plummeted towards the ground. The bungee cord strapped around his waist pulled taut before launching him up into the air, screaming all the way as Harry watched on.
"Have you seen any witches yet Dudley?!" Harry shouted at Dudley who screamed as he plummeted back down to the parking lot. "I guess I'm going to have to take that as a no."
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"Some very important things." Piers said to Mr. Applewood. Mr. Applewood crossed his arms, "What important thi-" Suddenly something large hit the window, causing the class to look outside to see Dudley swinging back and forth on a bungee cord.
"Those important things."
Dudley flew through the window and hit the ground, the bungee cord that was tied around his waist had finally snapped. He then looked up at the students and teacher who looked at him in shock.
"So," Dudley said as he picked himself off the ground, "Is anybody here a witch?"