The Chronicles Of Daisy Dursley

Glasses: Part 2

[Daisy is twelve
Harry is four]

I am so sorry this chapter took so long! I have been studying and we have exams so most of my free time is spent studying. I promise I'll try and do more updates.

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"Harry!" Daisy sings in a very bad voice. She has a brown spectacle case in her hands and knocks on Harry's cupboard door. The glasses came early that Saturday morning and she couldn't wait to tell Harry.

"Guess what came today?"

She opened the brown cupboard door and peeked her head inside. Her brown eyes scanned the small cupboard for small boy but was only met with a lump of blankets on the small white coat...

"Harry?" She asked and gingerly lifted up the edge of the white blanket. When she fully lifted the blanket up, she saw Harry curled up in a ball still sleeping. How he could sleep this long through all the noise was something Daisy didn't understand.

"Well, I guess the surprise will have to wait," Daisy sighed. She gave a small smile at Harry and then quietly left out the cupboard door. She closed the cupboard quietly.

She made her way to the kitchen to grab a snack (even though she ate breakfast not even a half an hour ago), and found he father there as well, reading the newspaper while sipping on a cup of coffee.

Her mother was talking outside in the front yard with one of the neighbor, Mrs Figgs, or at least trying to. Dudley, her  sweet child was tugging on his mother's arms and yelling at her. He was close to having a full our tantrum, that would surely wake up the whole block, when Petunia finally gave in and stopped her conversation with Mrs Figgs.

Mrs Figgs was an old lady who lived on near by. She had gray hair and was was almost always seen with her hairnet and tartan carpet slipper. Daisy had been to her house once, and what she could remember was that the house smelt oddly of cabbages and that Mrs Figgs had endless scrapbooks of pictures of cats.

'I just realized,' Daisy thought to herself, as she washed a green apple in the sink, 'Mrs Figgs showed up around the same time Harry arrived...'

"Did the boy wake up yet?" Her thoughts were interrupted by her father, his eyes never leaving the newspaper as he asked the question.

"No," Daisy answered stiffly. "He's still asleep."

"Well, it is time that he woke up... He can't just expect us to take him in and not help around the house."

Daisy looked at her father, "He is four years old. You can't expect him to "help" around the house," she took a bit of her apple and made her way to the door," Besides, he could use the extra sleep once in a while."

"All I'm saying, is that if it wasn't for us being so generous he would be out in the streets," he finally puts down the paper. "He should be thankful that we even took him in, after all that his parents were."

Daisy tried hard to bite her tongue. She really did. But then pictures of Harry crying himself to sleep and saying how it was all his fault came to mind.

"What do you have against his parents anyway?" Daisy asks, red in the face to her father.

Her father looked shocked for a second that she dared to speak to him in that tone. "His father were no good people!"

"You always say that, but you never say why?" Daisy argues back. Her father gets up from his chair and stands in front of her.

"I do not need to tell you! They were abnormal people and, in the end, they got what they deserved!" Her father shouts back at her, red in the face and waving his arms around. Daisy is about to retaliate when she hears the door slowly creek open.

Opening the door was little Harry. His black hair was messier than usual and he was rubbing his eyes with his fist. It looked like he just woke up as he was yawning and sliding his feet on the ground. If it hadn't been at that exact time, Daisy would of "Aw" ed at the sight of him. But instead she was more worried about if her father was going to start shouting at Harry next.

Luckily for her, Vernon just glared at both of them a final time before pushing Harry aside, knocking him to the floor, and storming out of the kitchen. Daisy immediately rushed to Harry.

She picked him up from the ground and dusted his way too big clothes. Harry, now fully awake, looked around. He was confused of what happened and who could blame him? The poor kid just came in for porridge but was rather met with a shove to the ground.

"What happened?" Harry asked, rubbing his eyes.

Daisy kneeled down to his level and said in a gentle tone, "Nothing. Don't worry about it, Hazza."

She straightened up and asked, "Breakfast?"

Harry nodded and climbed on to a chair by the table. Daisy got out two bowls (one for her and Harry as she hadn't ate either), two silver spoons, a mug for her and a plastic cup for him. After taking out all the ingredients (milk, cereal and orange juice) she sat down with Harry but kept feeling like she forgot something...

"OH!" She exclaimed so loudly it made Harry drop the spoon of cereal, that was about to enter his mouth, back into the bowl.

"Oh, what?" Harry asked as he fished his spoon out of his milk. Daisy basically leapt out of her seat and grabbed the brown spectacle case next to her.

"Guess what came from the glasses sho- oh chicken nuggets, I ruined the surprise."

Daisy shrugged exasperatedly and handed Harry the brown case. Harry looked at the brown case hesitantly.

"Well, go on," Daisy encouraged him. She was standing up from her chair and bouncing up and down, her hands clasped in excitement in front of her.

Harry sat up, on his knees on his seat. He opened the case and took out a black, round pair of glasses. Daisy squealed in excitement and encouraged him to put it on. He complied and put the pair of glasses on his face and gave a smile when he found that everything was clearer.(Anyone else have glasses?) Daisy squealed in excitement again, Harry will soon find out that she does that A LOT, and ran upstairs without a word.

Harry was a bit confused but continued eating because... food, duh.  Only to have Daisy scaring the daylights out of him ( and making him get such a shock that he threw his spoon into the air) when she jumped through the door again. This time with her camera.

"Smile, Hazza!"

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[Total Amount Of Words:1159 Words. Unedited.]