Princess of the best || HP X Narnia

Chapter 5

A concerned Petunia leads a bundled-up Dudley into the house. "It's all right, sweetheart," assures Petunia to her son, who is shaking and shivering and still looks pale as they disappear into the living room.

Behind them enters Harry and Vernon, the latter furious as she shuts the front door firmly. He grasps Harry by a fistful of dark hair, shoving him into the wall until he cries out loudly in pain.

"If he was already dead, he'll truly be dead now." James says in a scary calm voice, while glaring at the screen.

"What happened?" Vernon demanded.

"I swear I don't know!" Harry yelped, "One minute the glass was there, and then it was gone... It was like magic!"

Vernon scoffed, shoving Harry under the stairs, and slamming the door loudly. "There's no such thing as magic!" he seethed, closing the vent on the door and leaving Harry in the darkness of his cupboard.

"If that is true, than what are we?" Sirius says with a fiery glare.

As the darkness of Harry's cupboard flickers, the screen shifts to an owl soaring over Privet Drive until it lands on the TV aerial of one of the homes.

As the camera pans down through the roof, it reveals the Dursley's kitchen, where Dudley is shown posing and smiling grandly in a red and charcoal grey school uniform.

"THAT IS AWFUL! Who would willingly wear that stuff?" Marlene yells

"AWFUL IS A TOO KIND WORD FOR THAT. IT'S DISGUSTING, THE ONE WHO DESIGNED THAT HAS TO GO TO PRISON." Sirius yells so loud, that Amelia begins to stir.

She slowly opens her eyes and looks up to harry, her eyes are bright purple for a split of a second before they turn blue again.

She slowly musters a smile and sit up sitting between Draco and Harry with her head on Harry's shoulder.

"Well are we going to watch further?" She asks with a sleepy smile.

"Aw, smile, Dudders!" Petunia coos joyously as she snaps photos of him. She turns her smile to Vernon. "Vernon, just look at him! I can't believe it—in just a week you'll be off to Smeltings."

Vernon peers over his newspaper, smirking proudly. "Caveat Smeltona. Proudest moment of my life."

"Will I have to wear that, too?" Harry interrupts, grimacing at the uniform in thinly veiled disgust.

"I HOPE NOT!" Marlene exclaims.

The Dursleys all look to Harry as if not having realised he was there. "What—you? Go to Smeltings?" Petunia questioned in shock as if the thought hadn't occurred to her.

When Harry nods in response, Vernon laughs in amusement.

"Oh, don't be stupid. You're going to the state school where you belong. And this is what you're going to be wearing once I've finished dyeing it," Petunia lectures, gesturing to a large basin sitting within the kitchen sink. She fishes out a large grey shirt that drips fat droplets of dye and water.

"That is even more disgusting." Evan says with a disgusted sneer at Petunia

"But that's Dudley's old uniform," Harry points out in horror, "It'll fit me like bits of old Elephant skin."

"They do not even give you your own clothes, they are disgusting!" Alice spats while looking disgusted.

Petunia turns her nose up at Harry. "It'll fit you well enough. Now, go get the post."

Without another word, Harry leaves the living room and goes out to the front door where a pile of letters is sitting at the base of the door. He picks it up and thumbs through them without care until he pauses at one addressed to him and to the cupboard where he sleeps.