Harry and Percy Potter

Chapter 2

　　Harry Potter was asleep at the moment, but not for long. He awoke and to his Aunt Petunia's shrill voice yelling.

　　"Up, you two! Get up! Now!"

　　Harry shot up out of his bed. His aunt rapped on the door again.

　　"Up!" she screeched. Harry looked over at his brother's bed on the other side of the cupboard but found it-empty. "He's probably out with Bianca," Harry thought. He rolled onto his back and tried to remember the dream he had been having. It had been a good one. There had been a flying motorcycle in it. He had a funny feeling he'd had the same dream before.

When Harry was leaving the cupboard and heading to the kitchen he found that His aunt was still outside the door.

　　"Where is your brother?" she demanded.

　　"Out with Bianca," replied Harry.

　　"Good, go look after the bacon. And don't you dare let it burn, I want everything perfect on Dudly's birthday."

　　Harry groaned.

　　"What did you say?" his aunt snapped through the door.

　　"Nothing, nothing..."

　　The front door opened and a panting Percy walked in with a Bloodhound on his heels, Percy looked a lot like Harry, the only main differences were that Percy was more muscular, had tanner skin, a trident shaped scar, and his eyes sea green, unlike Harry's emerald green ones. The Bloodhound was Biana, Percy had found her, nearly starved, on the street a few months ago, and had decided to take her in.

The most accurate way to describe Percy and Dudly was that they were polar opposites, Dudley was extremely fat and out of shape, while for every bit of fat Dudley had Percy had muscle and was very athletic. Dudley's favorite things to do were pig out and bully people, Percy, on the other hand, spent most of his time working out and exercising, or stopping Dudley's gang from bullying people.

Percy had a mischievous and carefree attitude, but Harry knew that all the cheeriness could leave, and he could turn violent in seconds. Percy was also very rebellious, Harry remembered one time in third grade Percy had left in the middle of class and had returned with a tattoo in the shape of a trident on his right forearm. Possibly the only thing that Percy shared in common with Dudley was that they both were bad at school, Percy had ADHD and Dyslexia making school very challenging for him.

　　Percy and Harry went down the hall into the kitchen. The table was practically invisible beneath all Dudley's birthday gifts. It looked as though Dudley had gotten the new computer video games he wanted, on top of that, a second television, a new computer, and the racing bike. Exactly why Dudley wanted a racing bike was a mystery to Harry, as Dudley was very overweight and hated anything that resembled exercise -- unless of course, it involved hurting somebody. Dudley's favorite person to hurt was Harry, but he didn't catch him very often, although Harry didn't look at it, but he was very fast.

　　His Uncle Vernon entered the kitchen as Harry was turning over the bacon, Harry honestly thought that his Uncle Vernon was wider than he was tall.

　　Harry was frying eggs by the time Dudley arrived in the kitchen with his mother. Dudley looked a lot like Uncle Vernon. He had a large pink face, not much neck, small, watery blue eyes, and thick blond hair that lay smoothly on his thick, fat head. Aunt Petunia often said that Dudley looked like a baby angel -- Harry often thought that Dudley looked like a pig in a wig.

　　 Dudley was counting his presents. His face fell.

　　"Thirty-six," he said, looking up at his mother and father. "That's two less than last year."