Azul Black and the Sorcerer's Stone

chapter 3

 So I wasn't far off when i said we would be locked up for a week, it was actually it was actually 10 days. Summer was in full swing and now that my cupboard confinement, as i like to call it, is over i got stuck with the most amazing job in the world. Dying Dudley's old clothes so Harry can use it as his new school uniform for when he gets sent to the local public school Stonewall High.

Dudley kept teasing and making fun of Harry, telling him all about how on the first day at Stonewall its tradition to get your head shoved into a toilet by the upperclassmen. He would brag about how he, the 'Magnificent Dudley Dursley' gets to got to a private school called Smeltings, the same one Uncle Vernon went to when he was young.

"Hey did you know they stuff people's heads down the toilet first day at Stonewall" Dudley would say trying to antagonize Harry "want to come upstairs and practise?"

"no thanks" my brother's cheeky side would come out, "the poor toilets never had anything as horrible as your head down it... It might be sick" and then he would run off before my heavy cousin had a chance to let that process through his thick skull.

not far into the month of July Aunt Petunia took Dudley to London so they could pick up his Smeltings uniform. When the two got back and me and Harry walked back over from Mrs. Figg's house , she currently had a broken leg, Dudley paraded around the room in the most hideous outfit i have ever laid eyes on. as Uncle Vernon stated how proud he was at his son and Aunt Petunia cooed at her 'little boy' and how he looked so grown up, i did my best not to bust out laughing and Harry actually let out a snicker for which was shot down by a venomous glare from Vernon.

i don't know what was scarier, the outfit or the knobbly stick that came with it. Dudley now adorned orange knickerbockers, a flat straw hat, and a red/ maroon tailcoat that did nothing to hide his fat rolls. He paraded around the house in this ridiculous uniform swinging the Smelting stick around hitting everything in sight with it. that included Harry, and for a bit me but then Aunt Petunia saw the bruise on my right cheek and scolded me for not covering it up better so i did my best to avoid his beatings best i could.

when we finished dying Dudley's old clothes gray for harry to use i felt very sorry for him. his first day at school he's probably going to look like he's wearing wrinkled elephant skin.

so now Harry had his second skin made out of elephant hide, Dudley carried his stick with him everywhere he goes, and i was finally told that i would be attending a only girls school on the other side of town. I quickly realized i would be expected to walk from here to there in the most uncomfortable shoes imaginable.

it was now thursday and and i was in the kitchen cooking lunch, i began to pass out the food to those who were seated around the large dining room table. Uncle Vernon had got off work early and returned home not to long ago but had to return later this afternoon, his nose stuck in the newspaper when we heard the mail slide in through the slot in the door and onto the doormat. "Dudley go get the mail"

"make Harry do it" came a all too familiar wine as i set down food in front of him, skillfully dodging a horribly aimed swing from his stick

"boy go get the mail"

"make Dudley do it"

"Don't you sas me, do as you're told" i grumbled a few things under my breath but kept my attention on dishing up their lunch.

"But.." Harry began to argue when he was interrupted.

"poke him with your Smelting stick Dudley." Ducking under the swing Harry quickly set off to get the Mail.

it only took a minute for Harry to come back in with a pile of bills advertisements and other such junk. i took some of the extra of what i cooked and hid it in our cupboard for later tonight. i make it a habit to keep us fairly stocked up on food incase we get locked up for the night without dinner or sometimes breakfast. i walked back into the kitchen and grab the plates, carefully balancing them so they wouldn't drop i began to give the Dursleys there carefully made, and not burned, food.