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“Dudley don’t poke your cousin
too hard,” Petunia said nonchalantly. Dudley poked Harry again, making him
swat a hand back at Dudley. Dudley plopped down on the floor and began to wail
loudly. Harry stared at these sudden tears, confused. He hadn’t hit him nearly
as hard as Dudley had hit him.
“Dudley! What happened
sweetheart?” Petunia cooed to her precious baby. Dudley wailed louder and
pointed to Harry. “Harry! Don’t you dare hit your cousin!” She swatted Harry on
the wrist. He gave her a surprised look and returned to the pots and pans he
was playing with. After seeing Harry punished Dudley returned to his toy robot
that shot out foam arrows. He shot one at Harry.
“No!” little Harry protested.
“Quiet boy!” Vernon barked. He
glared at the black-haired tot. “Dudley had every right to hit you if you can’t
learn to defend yourself!”
Harry gave a defiant whack on one
of the pans with a spoon. Dudley shot another arrow at Harry and laughed
delightedly. Harry’s small fist closed around an arrow and he threw it back. Dudley
shot another dart, and it landed right on Harry’s lightening bolt shaped cut on
his forehead. The young Potter clapped his hand on his head like the arrow had
hurt him. He gave Dudley a hurt, angry look. Dudley gave a giggle.
Dudley loaded his robot one more
time and aimed it right at Harry. The arrow shot straight at Harry and would
have bounced off him if it hadn’t turned around in midair. The arrow whipped
around and shot like a bullet towards Dudley and hit him in the eye.
“OWW! MUMMY! BOO-BOO!!!” Dudley
screamed at the top of his voice.
“Diddy baby! What happened?” Petunia
cried, but as she ran to Dudley’s aid the rest of the darts picked themselves
up and shot right at her.
“AAAAARGH!!! Vernon! WHAT is
going on?” she shrieked, trying to snatch the arrows out of the air and protect
Dudley at the same time.
“HARRY POTTER! THAT CHILD IS OUT
OF CONTROL! HE IS NOT A SQUAB AND HE HAS GOT TO GO! COME HERE YOU!”
Vernon bellowed, his face turning red like a rising thermometer. He grabbed
Harry around the waist and stormed put of the room with him. Arrows chased him
down the hallway, hitting him like mini airplanes. He reached the closet in the
hallway and nearly ripped it off its hinges as he opened it. He threw his
nephew roughly inside and slammed the door. As he left he didn’t hear Harry
begin to cry softly. He marched into the living room breathing heavily.
“Petunia! He is not a squab! He
is a WIZARD! No normal child could make that happen! HE endangered the life of
Dudley! There is no way we can keep him now! I never liked him in the first
place!” Vernon drew breath and was about to continue his rant, but Petunia
“Vernon, we can’t give him away!
I-I found a letter with him that says we are the only chance he has of staying
alive!” Petunia said this fast so she could finish before Vernon could start yelling
“What do you mean we are his only
chance of survival? No one even knows he is here! AND WHY WASN’T I TOLD ABOUT
THIS LETTER!” Vernon roared.
“Dark wizards might kill him any
other place! A wizard already put charms on our house to protect him and us!”
“WHAT!” Vernon howled. panic for
the first time flickering in his eyes. “There are spells on my house!”
He jumped away from the sofa, as though it might swallow him if he sat down on
it. In his eyes the house was now contaminated. Dudley remained on the couch,
however, watching his parents with a blank, stupid look.
“Well at least we’ll be
“We can’t keep him! What if the
neighbors know he is a You-Know-What?! Is there anyway to turn into a squab?”
“Maybe there is some way… But I
don’t know how!”
“We’ll stamp this nonsense out of
him! Limited food! Limited space! No friends! This magic garbage will have no
room to grow!”
Petunia wasn’t sure if she agreed
with this plan, but she nodded. “Yes, maybe that will do the trick Vernon…”
“Yes it WILL work!” Vernon
declared loudly. “Or else!” he added in a growl.
“Vernon are we going to keep him
in the closet all the time…”
“Yes. I want to be around him as
little as possible! No monitor, no family outings with him. Mrs. Figg
will watch him. We better get some kind of pay from those people who dropped
him off here!”
“Yes, I quite agree Vernon—”
“And most of all we will NEVER
mentioned anything related to m-m-magic from this point on ever again!”
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