"My lord," Cyril hummed in reply. Theo always preferred this title.
Theo asked, referring to the future they all would be witnessing, "Are you okay with what tomorrow brings? It's like privacy being snatched away, and secrets won't be secrets anymo...
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The escape of the Brazilian boa constrictor earned Harry his longest-ever punishment. By the time he was allowed out of his cupboard again, the summer holidays had started and Dudley had already broken his new video camera, crashed his remote control airplane, and, first time out on his racing bike, knocked down old Mrs. Figg as she crossed Privet Drive on her crutches.
Sighs of helplessness filled the room as they continued to witness the treatment Harry endured. They know that there was nothing they could do anything about it - for now. The blame was placed squarely on Voldemort and Dumbledore, whose actions and decisions had played a significant role in shaping Harry's unfortunate childhood. The frustration in the room was palpable as they grappled with the injustice of it all.
"I bet they must have praised Duddly for knocking her down," Marlene scoffed.
Harry was glad school was over, but there was no escaping Dudley's gang who visited the house every single day. Piers, Dennis, Malcolm, and Gordon were all big and stupid, but as Dudley was the biggest and stupidest of the lot, he was the leader. The rest of them were all quite happy to join in Dudley's favorite sport: Harry Hunting.
"I am adding couple of more names in the petition. These sorry asses will need to be tended to when they will be born - just a waste of space and air, these lots." Sirius added writing on the page with some 'sirius' expressions on his face as Remus watched him baffled while James was encorging him and whispering something in his ears.
Regulus watched him with raised eyebrow amusement dancing in his eyes which was doing pretty good job at masking sadness swirling within them.
This was why Harry spent as much time as possible out of the house, wandering around and thinking about the end of the holidays, where he could see a tiny ray of hope. When September came he would be going off to secondary school and, for the first time in his life, he wouldn't be with Dudley. Dudley had been accepted at Uncle Vernon's old private school, Smeltings. Piers Polkiss was going there too. Harry, on the other hand, was going to Stonewall High, the local public school. Dudley thought this was very funny. "They stuff people's heads down the toilet the first day at Stonewall," he told Harry. "Want to come upstairs and practice?" "No, thanks," said Harry. "The poor toilet's never had anything as horrible as your head down it -- it might be sick." Then he ran, before Dudley could work out what he'd said.
Sirius snorted like an old car trying to start on a cold winter morning.
In front of his mother, who was staring at him with a scorned face as if she was having a hard time keeping the words from leaving her mouth, that were at the tip of her tongue.
"Tell him, Harry."
"Y'know, sometimes I forget that you can be a total sass queen when the mood strikes," Ron commented.
