Disclaimer: I do not own the Anne of Green Gables series.

Authors Note: Choosing the Harry Potter character for Ms. Trunchbull was tricky at first, until I decided to combine two names from the series. Needless to say, I combined the names of Marjorie Dursley and Bellatrix Lestrange.

Fun Fact: Pam Ferris, the actress who was Marjorie Dursley in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban was also Ms. Trunchbull in Matilda!

Chapter 5

Televised Destruction

Back at the house, Mrs. Dursley had to resort to cutting off the hat with a pair of kitchen scissors. Needless to say, Mr. Dursley was once again in a foul mood. "I will not be a figure of ridicule!', he hollered as Mrs. Dursley cut another part of his hat. 'I demand respect, and I demand it now!"

Mrs. Dursley sighed with frustration. "I just don't see how you glued your hat on, Vernon! I know you said you didn't, but I don't know what else could have happened...Hold on, I've almost got it..."

Sure enough, Mrs. Dursley finally pulled the hat off. That was the good news. The bad news was that Mr. Dursley looked even worse for the wear. His blonde-dyed hair had short parts sticking out, and there were patches of brown and black leathery stuff from the hat stuck to his forehead.

As soon as Mr. Dursley looked in the mirror, he was furious. "From now on, this family does everything I say, EXACTLY when I say it! And right now, we are eating dinner and watching television."

Mr. Dursley turned on the television and shut the table lamp off. Noticing Harriet reading one of her library books, he got up from his chair.

"What do you think you're doing?!", he questioned angrily. "Dinner time is family time! What is this garbage you're reading?!"

"It's not garbage, Daddy, it's lovely. It's called "Anne of Green Gables", by L. M. Montgomery."

With that, Mr. Dursley had had enough. He snatched the book out of Harriet's hands and began to tear the pages apart. "This is filth! Trash!"

"No, wait, stop!", Harriet yelled, tears streaming down her face. "That's not mine, it's a library book!" She tried to grab her father's arm to stop him, but it was no use. He shoved her off as if swatting away a pesky fly, and threw the destroyed library book on the floor.

"I'm fed up with all this reading!", he snapped at her. "You're a Dursley, so it's time you started acting like one! Now sit up and look at the show!" He stood behind her seat and held her head between his hands, forcing her to look at their television.

As the Dursleys laughed at the humor and stupidity of the show, all Harriet could think of was how unfair it all was. The yelling, the accusing, the bullying, the destruction of what she loved...it was just too much!

Then the unfairness turned into anger. A peculiar heated feeling came over Harriet, mainly in her eyes as she stared at the television, wanting to make them pay for what they'd done. All of a sudden -

BLAM! BZZT! FZZT!

"AAAAUUGH!""

"AAAAHHHHH!"

The television exploded, sparks flying, Mrs Dursley and Dudley screaming. Smoke poured out of the broken screen as Mr. Dursley switched his light on.

Harriet was stunned. "I...I didn't do it."

"Of course not, you little twit!", Mr. Dursley snapped.

Mrs. Dursley opened a window to let the smoke out and sighed. "I knew that was a cheap set."

"It's not a cheap set, it's a stolen set!", said Mr. Dursley.

Was it magic or coincidence? No one knew that night, especially not Harriet. However, it is said that we humans only use a small portion of our brains. Harriet may never have discovered her own strength of mind were it not for the events that happened the very next day at Dursley Motors.

The new customer at Mr. Dursley's shop was definitely not like any customer he'd ever seen before. It was a tall woman with a sharply shaped face, wavy black hair pulled back into a tight bun, and a smart-looking educator's outfit. She had a certain look to herself that seemed to be telling everyone around her not to get on the wrong side of her. One look, and you'd see that she saw herself as a figure of importance and intimidation.

Which was what every worker in the shop thought as they saw her stride over to whom she saw as the man in charge.

"Hello", she said. "Are you the man in charge of this place?"

"Yes, ma'am. Welcome to Dursley Motors!', Mr. Dursley exclaimed with pride. 'What can I do for you?"

"I need a car, inexpensive, yet reliable. Can you service me?"

"Why, yes, of course!", Mr. Dursley said. He held out his hand. "Vernon Dursley, owner and founder of Dursley Motors!.

The woman gripped his beefy hand quite tightly and shook it hard. "Marjorie Lestrange, headmistress of Hogwarts Hall Primary School!"

"I warn you, sir, I want a tight car because I run a tight ship!", she continued. "My school is a model of discipline! "Use the rod, beat the child", that's my motto!"

"Terrific motto!"

"You have brats yourself?"

Mr. Dursley nodded. "Uh-huh. I've got a boy, Dudley, and one mistake, Harriet. She's such a freaky nuisance, my wife and I just don't know what to do with her!"

Ms. Lestrange scoffed. "They're all mistakes, those children. Filthy, nasty things! Glad I never was one."

"Well I'll tell you what', Mr. Dursley said, 'Since you're an educator, I'll make you a great deal!"

"You had better!"

He hands her a set of car keys. "Let's do business!"

When Mr. Dursley went back home, he headed to Harriet's room.

"Hey, you! I've got some news, you'll be going to school", he announced.

Harriet's face lit up with joy. "I will?! Really?"

"Uh-huh, first thing tomorrow."

Immediately, Harriet threw her arms around her father, who was taken by surprise, but shrugged her off. "Yeah, yeah, I get it, you'll have a real education there." He shut her door. Needless to say, Harriet was absolutely ecstatic.