chapter | 02 “LOOKS LIKE THE DURSLEYS HAVE SOME 'SPLAINING TO DO”
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———THE ESCAPE OF THE BRAZILIAN BOA CONSTRICTOR EARNED HARRY AND GREYSON THEIR LONGEST EVER PUNISHMENT.
By the time they were allowed out of the room and 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.
Greyson was glad school was over, it meant he could spend most of his time helping Mrs. Johnson in the library just a few blocks away from his house. Greyson might not look like it, but he really liked reading. He wouldn't necessarily call himself a genius, but he was really close to one.
He understood concepts easily, and could absorb information of any book like a sponge. His brain was the only thing he liked about himself–– okay, that was a lie, he liked quite a lot of things about himself. You can't blame him, really, Greyson didn't know where all the high self-esteem came from, but he wasn't complaining. Not when the cutest girl in his class had spoken to him and told him that he was “very cute.” Surely she couldn't have a crush on him, could she? He wasn't that good looking–– but he definitely looked better than nose picking Hugh.
Holidays were about to come to an end, and the only good thing that came out of it was that Harry and Greyson would be going off to a secondary school and, for the first time in their lives, they wouldn't be with Dudley. Dudley had been accepted at Uncle Vernon's old private school, Smeltings. The twins, on the other hand, would be going to Stonewall High, the local public school.
Greyson was also feeling a bit on edge. Maybe it was the terrible dream he had, or maybe because Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had kept their distance for the past two weeks, whatever it was, it made Greyson prepare himself–– prepare himself for what? He didn't know, he just knew something was about to happen.
"The boys! Lily, get the boys!"
Greyson didn't know where he was. He just knew that he fell asleep on his bed, and woke up in a strange place. It was cozy and homey, nothing like the Durselys' house. While Aunt Petunia tried to keep everything as perfect as she could, this house had toys strewn across the floor, and a bunch of mugs on the coffee table as if there had been a gathering of some kind. Greyson took a step forward hesitantly, slowly reaching out towards a puppy plushie, but before he could touch it, a thunder of steps walked down the staircase.
Greyson felt like he was slapped across the face. This man–– this man looked exactly like Harry. Messy hair, eyes covered by a pair of glasses and the same facial structure as his brother. It was like staring at an older version of Harry, and Greyson wondered if he was seeing the future, like some kind of prophetic dream.
