| Grabbing his t-shirts shoulder (like some school bully) she pulled him towards her, "If you expect bread, water and a roof over your head. I expect you to respect us with proper authority; without pulling a stunt like what you just did now, understood?" Harrison turned his head to face his viscous relative he then mumbled a few words. Shaking his shirt she became more angered, "Speak up boy I can't hear you!" "Yes Mrs. Dursley." Licking the blood up from his lip he sighed as she let go of his shirt with a push. "That's better boy, now take this and get to your chores. I expect that fireplace to shine by the time Aunt Marge gets here." Petunia said as she handed Harrison a chimney brush. She then brushed her blond hair away from her ear and sat back down. Fluffy barked in such a tone Harrison felt as if he was being laughed at. Leaving the room he entered the adorned Dudley gallery (or what is better known as a sitting room to). Harrison sat down on the couch and wiped a tear from his eyes. His glasses took a good beating and he thanked the stars they weren't cracked more than they already were. He brushed off the dust from his clothes, the blood from his lip and then got to work. It wasn't long until Fluffy had pissed all over him and laugh barked at him, he suddenly stopped cleaning. Harrison filled with anger gave a great kick into the dogs mouth, that the bull nearly belted out a birth pain shout like an expecting mother. Harrison quickly realized what he had done wrong. He made his way into the fireplace as a hiding spot. He waited nearly twenty grueling minuets, but the Dursley's did not hear their poor precious son's dog whining like a blubbering baby. Harrison after contemplating decided it was time to come out of hiding. As he stepped away from the fireplace something had fallen into the pounds of ash that made a soft paper crashing noise. Turning around he slowly looked to see a beige envelope with green lettering and ash covered all around it. He picked up the letter to see who it was addressed too. It was addressed to his location the cupboard under the stairs, but it was not Harrison Dursley. It was somehow addressed to his alter ego named Harry Potter. The envelope looked old and all Harrison could do was lift his head to look outside the window. As he guessed it, there was the owl from last night, perched on a cable tower. He was baffled by this situation. Had he forgotten something? Was Harrison actually this Harry Potter? He couldn't make any sense of it all, especially a sense that would come from his own mouth. The only thing he could say was that, "The key has been found to my destiny." |
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