When Harry met Wednesday

Chapter 2: Who am I?

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Chapter 2:
Who am I?

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It was Christmas, and Santa had given him a toy fire engine. Dudley wanted to play with it, but he didn't want to share. Dudley wouldn't shut up, so he hit his fat cousin with the fire engine.

Dudley fell down, and stopped bothering him. His aunt screamed, and his uncle took away the fire engine, and put him in his room for a time out.

He had just finished executing his teddy bears for leading the toy rebellion against him, when a weird old man wearing a dress came into his room with his uncle in tow.

The man looked at the teddies, and looked disappointed. He couldn't understand why. He thought he did a good job of crushing the rebellion.

He'd impaled the ringleader, drawn and quartered the second in command, and he'd slit the belly of the lieutenant before finishing him off by decapitation. The stuffing pouring from the belly wound was a nice touch he'd thought.

"I'm sad to agree with you Vernon, but you're right. The boy is disturbed." The weird old man pulled a stick out of his dress. "I'll see if I can't make him more normal. Obliviate." A light came out of the man's stick.

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It's the first day of school, and he doesn't want to go. He tries screaming, and stamping his feet, but it doesn't change his aunt's mind. His cousin is already on the bus, and his aunt is trying to get him to go join Dudley.

His aunt just won't listen, so he grabs the pencil from next to the phone, and stabs her as hard as he can. The pencil slides into her thigh, and she screams.

He forgets what he's doing, and just watches the red blood well up and soak her skirt, while tiny rivers flow down her leg to pool in her
shoe. Soon a weird old man wearing a dress shows up with his uncle. The man pointed a stick at him, and for some reason, he couldn't move anymore.

"Whatever you did last time didn't work. You have to do something else, or else we just won't be able to handle him." His uncle pleaded with the old man in the dress.

His aunt whimpered in the next room, as a strange lady he never noticed come in was pouring water on his aunts wound. Maybe it wasn't water, there was steam that rose as it touched her skin. Then the lady made his aunt drink different colored juices.

"I'm afraid the only option left is to try and fundamentally alter his mind." The weird man said looking at him sadly. "No spell is powerful enough to do so permanently, at least not on its own.""I'll do what I can, but I think there is going to have to be some changes around here."

"What do you mean?" His uncle asked. "If there were some other way I would try it, but all I can think of is to try and make him meek and subservient."

Holding his head as if in pain, the old man explained. "I can make his mind more open to the change, but you'll have to do the rest. You are unfortunately going to have to abuse him."