Harry is a wierd nickname

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A boy lived on the cupboard under the stairs. His aunt and uncle said he didn't need a room and this was done to save space.

Bullshit.

The boy woke up to his uncle screaming his name. The robust man opened the door, he screamed at the boy to make breakfast for him, his wife and their son, Dudley.

The boy couldn't understand the bullshit he was hearing and turned to his alarm clock to see it was 5:47 am.

He looked at his uncle, tiredly. "I wake up at 6 to cook all of your breakfast. It is not 6." He said a matter of fact.

His uncle's face reddened in anger, "SO?!"

"It means I still have thirteen minutes before I cook you all the food. Leave."

"WHAT!?"

"Depart. Withdraw your self my presence. Go back from whence you came?"

He stood up, walked over to the door and slammed it in front of his uncle. His uncle, thankfully also too tired, just huffed and went back upstairs, muttering words of how ungrateful the boy was to them after taking him in. The boy, tired, went back to sleep easily.

After a while, he woke to see it was 6. Thank you, God, for giving him an internal alarm clock. If not he would have overslept. He got up and put on his glasses. "Ugh." He opened the door to his cupboard and shuffled his way to the kitchen.

He went to the refrigerator and grabbed some butter, eggs and bacon. The oil was already in the corner of the counter, ready to be used.

Minutes later his aunt came in, in her sleepwear as she made a beeline for the kettle. "Eggs and bacon again? Can't you cook anything else—?"

"I can't if you don't teach me how, hm?" He replied dryly. She just grumbled and left the kitchen after she poured the hot water into her mug, taking her mug and teabag (British.)

The boy sighed, finishing the eggs and moving on to the bacon, he grabbed the oil on the counter and put some in the pan. As he waited he looked out the window to see Mrs. Figg with her cats, staring at him. He shivered and looked away. He put the bacon in the pan to cook.

"MUM, WE'LL GO TO THE ZOO!?" A voice shouted in joy. Ah, Dudley. Took on his father's body and everything. How people see Dudley and Aunt Petunia's son and mother or even related was beyond him.

"Happy birthday," Harold yelled back, Dudley didn't speak with Harold much and the other didn't too, only greeting with a few hello's and hi's, so the greet was a surprise to him. Dudley looked at his mother before she nodded, "Thanks, Harry!" He exclaimed, too loud for Harold, originally wanting to call his cousin out on the nickname but left it be. Now he knows that Aunt Petunia must be wearing her earplugs...

After the bacon and eggs were made, Harold got himself a bit of toast and peanut butter to eat, he was scolded by his aunt who gave him a bit of the leftovers, saying he had to eat more than just toast.

Harold sighed and ate it, his uncle reading the newspaper was stuffing his face with the eggs and bacon, Dudley too, but had more restraint.

His Aunt Petunia was sipping her tea after she finished (in like... three minutes...) and stood up to leave her dishes at the sink. Harold got up to wash those but his Aunt stared at him, her gaze telling him to eat his fill first before doing anything.

After everything, Harold was wearing his formal wear (formal enough for the zoo I guess..) and was greeted with a knock. He turned his head and went to open the bathroom door.

"Wha–? Oh hey, Dud." Harold looked to see Dudley in his formal wear (for the zoo). Harold stepped aside, seeing as he had only two buttons to button before his button-up was finished.

Dudley closed the door, and Harold was waiting with his aunt and uncle. Would now be a good time to describe his extended family? Mm.

Aunt Petunia had a long neck to gossip, her hearing much better than anyone else's in the town. She sometimes uses it to spy on her neighbours...

Uncle Vernon was a robust man with no neck at all, being the complete opposite of his wife (in terms of looks). The man had beady eyes and was usually found scowling at young Harold.

Dudley.... Barely got anything from his mother. He looked like Uncle Vernon when he was younger. At least he has more manners....

The family got in the car after everyone was done getting ready to celebrate Dudley's birthday. Harold buckled his seatbelt and so did his aunt and cousin.

——

"Dad, why won't it move?" Dudley complained as Uncle Vernon just sighed. Aunt Petunia compromised on seeing the monkeys instead and looked at Harold asking if he wanted to come with them.

"Er– no Aunt," he replied. Aunt Petunia thought for a bit before saying to stay near the reptiles and left.

Harold heard a hissing sound, he turned back to the snake and saw it staring back at him. He froze before knitting his eyebrows, "What the–"

'Youu..... Ssssaveeee...... meee....'

Harold jumped a bit and stumbled on his footing. One of Dudley's friend's mom found him and helped him up.

"Oh dear, you alright?"

"Mhm, just scared of the snake–"

The snake was slithering out of the container. Well, that was a disaster. Harold shrieked, the mom shrieked, and everyone screamed. Overall, causing noise pollution.

After the snake was gone, Harold saw that there wasn't any glass at all. He inspected it and went splashing into the enclosure. Oh, and the employees got him out there and had to call Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon.

That was an extremely weird day. Not weirder than the time Harold almost knocked over some fine tableware but it somehow hovered over the ground until Dudley screamed at what happened and the plate dropped.

Good thing it was a few millimetres off the ground... Aunt Petunia would've caused a riot.

(I decided to keep Harry sassy like he WAS BUT LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID MOVIES. Anyways, this is all just for fun so I may not make more of these since I have to work. Bye!!)

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