Dudley Dursly and the Philosopher's Stone

Dudley's first day (finally)

(Hi guys, so sorry this took a while, it got deleted and re-edited, so...lots of changes! Stay awesome and peace out! Wondersoph11 🐼🦄🐰🦊🌹🥞 xxx)
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Dudley's POV (obviously)

I woke up Monday morning, bouncing up and down in joyful ecstasy. It was finally my first day! The wonderful, blissful moment had finally arrived! Harriot always said the first morning was the most exciting. She wasn't even exadurating! There's a shock 🙄

"Up! Up! Get your lazy butts out of bed right now, or I'll hex you!" I yelled at my dormates (Neville, Justin, Graham and Ernie) .
"You don't even know any hexes," grumbled Justin Finch-Flecthly despondently.
"That's not the point! C'mon! We're gonna be super late and we haven't even eaten yet! Get upppppp!!!!!" I laughed as pulling Neville out of bed by the feet and then moving on to Graham.
"Alright, we get it, Mr almighty eager one. For the love of Merlin, get of my feet or I won't rest until I learn a particularly vicious hex and use it on you!" Yelled Graham.
"C'mon boys, let's lift the roof of this place!"
(Of course, this was met by general shouts of agreement as we marched into the great hall.)

"Well, well, well, look who decided to be late! Wanted to make an entrance, did you?" Sneered a second year everyone told me was Zacharias Smith.
"I think he's at the wrong table, I mean looking at the way he's actually surely he's a Slytherin?" I whispered to Neville.
"Dudley! Don't be so prejudiced!" I heard as a large charms textbook hit the back of my head.
"Ouch, what'd you do that for? Honestly, Hannah!" I giggled.
Hannah didn't seem to find it funny.
"Its wrong to judge people because of their house!" She yelled, raising the textbook again.
"Ok, ok, Sheesh! Sorry mom!" I teased. This remark was met by a 'honestly'. I'm surprised I got of that lightly.

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The rest of the day past in a flash. We had herbology, transfiguration, charms and potions. Only proffeser Snape, the potions master, gave us homework. We had to right a foot long essay on 20 different ways to classify deadly poisons and their antidotes. I don't particularly like Proffeser Snape, although no one does after today.

Our head of house, Proffeser Sprout, was very kind, I think she is very easy to listen to. Herbology is possibly my new favourite subject, and I know Neville thinks so to.

I received letters in the morning post, and promised not to open them, because Neville, Hannah and myself had made a mail society (silly, I know, but it was great fun) and had to open our mail together.

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After dinner, me, Hannah, Neville and Graham decided to meet with Harriot and her friends to read our letters, as a part of our first mail society meeting. We decided to meet on the staircase leading to the dorms at 9'o'clock. At first, Harriot complained about studying and third year problems and social life, but I insisted. She is my sister after all.

"Hiya, Dudz. Wassup?" Harriot said as she sat down next to me.
"Good,you're here, let's open Harry's letter first!" I excitedly exclaimed.
"Ok, Mr almighty eager one!" Harriot laughed.
"Did you know thats the second time I've been called that today?" I said inquisitively.
"Open your letters!" Harriot shouted impatiently.
"Ok, ok, I'll get the letter opener!" I giggled, and split open the envelope with Harry's letter inside.
"Read it, read it!" Hannah bounced in excitement.

But what I got took me by surprise.

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