Summer time wasn't the happiest of times for Harry. He spent them at his dreaded aunt and uncle's house. Deciding to go out into the back garden for some air, Harry grumbled at the sight of Dudley already there, soaking up the sun with his shirt off.

Bleh.

"What're you doing out here? You'd look uglier than normal with a sun tan." Dudley told him, looking smug.

"Shouldn't you be careful about what you say to me?" Harry began, trying out the smirky-bad-boy approach, "I could blast you into next week, if I wanted to." A blasting curse would do the trick. Although it was a little bit advanced for his age of thirteen.

The chubby boy studied Harry's face for a moment or two. Dudley was a tough guy, but when it came to Harry and his magic, he was terrified.

"You don't have the guts." He concluded, spitting a bit as he spoke the last word.

"Try me." Harry smirked, and as soon as he put his hand in his pocket, Dudley had run off back inside, shouting 'MUMMY'. The funny thing was, Harry's wand wasn't even in his pocket. He only had a chocolate frog wrapper.