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Ariana's 100 drabbles on the Unforgiving Dursleys - Sa13+ Drabble 1:extinguished An unwanted surprise. He gently laid the napping babe on the cold, hard pavement, the normal twinkle gone from his eyes as he placed the note in the bundle. He stood up, watching the babe sleep peacefully for a minute before turning back to the others, who stood silently, waiting. With a sigh, Professor Dumbledore turned the extinguished lights on. "Noooooo!!!" Everyone on Privet Drive heard the ear-piercing scream from the resident of #4 as she opened the door, and saw her surprise waiting for her. With shaking hands, Petunia picked up the babe, who was now awake and closed the door, horrified. **I'm starting from book 1 and going all through the books, adding little stories here and there** |
Drabble 2: #99 Newspaper Vernon was in the kitchen when Petunia walked in, and put something on the table. He folded the newspaper he was reading and frowned. “What is….that?” He asked incredulously, knowing exactly what it was. Petunia was reading the letter; her eyes roaming the parchment narrowing with each word. When she finished, her boney horse-like face was paler than normal. “Petunia?” Vernon asked, getting up to look at her. She turned, facing him, her eyes fearful and said, “It’s… Harry Vernon.” Vernon’s eyes rose in horror as he looked down and saw Harry Potter, with a lightning scar on his forehead. |
Drabble 3: #87 Plaid Dudley was a boy who wanted everything for himself. He didn’t want anyone to take away what he thought was his, which was everything. He sat in his crib wondering why his mother wasn’t running up to pick him up and cuddle him. He heard a noise downstairs and began to howl; knowing his mother will run up the stairs and pick him up. When she didn’t, he stopped, pounding his pudgy fists against his crib in an attempt to get her up there. After ten minutes he gave up, whimpering softly as he hugged his stuffed plaid teddy bear. |
Drabble 4: #77 Cheerful “Harry, get over here and help me with these dishes!” Petunia barked, horse-like as she sat at the kitchen table, sipping her morning cup of coffee. “Yes ma’am.” 6 year old Harry said cheerfully or as cheerful as one could living in a place like that. "What are you so cheery about?" She barked as Vernon came in, glaring at Harry behind his back, muttering "vagrant" and sitting down. "Nothing" Harry muttered. He didn't want to tell them that 25 spiders were tap-dancing in his cupboard. It was weird enough, spiders don't tap dance. "Humph." Vernon growled, shaking his head. |
Drabble 5: #72 Vex Strange things have begun to happen since Harry reached his 6th year. First, there were the tap dancing spiders in his cub board, and then there was the bouncing of Dudley on the ceiling. Vernon was vexed, it was obvious of what was going on and Vernon vowed to drive it out of him. CRASH! Vernon growled as he stormed the stairs, terrified that Harry had performed magic again, but when he got downstairs he saw was Dudley crying his pudgy eyes out, and the television which was now smoking dangerously, its screen cracked. He sighed a sigh of relief. |
Drabble 6: #84Angry Vernon was angry with everything. First, a cat read a street sign and a map, then people in cloaks were hugging him downtown! Let alone owls who were flying around during the day. It was incorrigible to think something strange was happening. There could be no way they were here, could there? He didn't want to scare Petunia she was going through a hard enough time with Dudley. The vein on his forehead throbbed painfully as he sat down to listen to the crazy news, hoping he would have a normal day in the morning. How very wrong he was. |
Drabble 7: #44 Ford Anglia Vernon growled as he shot out of bed, stomping down the hallway, preparing to shout. There was a crash and Vernon bounded towards the door wrenching it open. He stopped dead as he stared at a flying Ford Anglia, with three red heads sticking out, staring back. "He's getting away!!" Vernon shouted, pouncing on Harry as he slid out the window. Grunting under the pressure of the car, Vernon felt his vice-like grip slip, and watched in slow motion as the car took off, his shout caught in his throat as he flew out the window, landing in the bushes. |
Drabble 8: Ignored It was nighttime in Privet Drive, all the residents were sleeping, except one. The rustling of wings could be heard as the creature beat its wings against the cage, in an attempt to get out. It wouldn't be ignored. "That ruddy bird!" bellowed Vernon Dursley as he stomped wildly towards the closed bedroom, only to find the door ajar and wind rushing in his face. He threw open the door, about to shout, when he jumped forward, grabbing Harry around his ankles. He could do nothing but watch as his grip slipped and he watched as the car zoomed off. |
Drabble 9: Slap The slap of the waves pounding against the old shabby shack was enough to drive any man insane, not Vernon though. He stomped into the living area of the shabbily shack and stared in disbelief as a giant of a man stood where the door once stood, framed by the flickering of the lightening outside. "Wha?" He mumbled to himself as the man walked inside and closed to door. "Sorry 'bout that." Said the man as he stood there looking at them all. Vernon shook from head to toe holding his weapon and feeling utterly useless to protect his family. |
Drabble 10: Transfiguration It was a cool crisp night on Privet drive and Dudley was sitting at the table, watching TV as Harry came walking downstairs holding a book. Dudley, sensing something amiss, got up and waddled to him, his great girth almost missing the vase on the table near the staircase. "What'cha doing?" He asked accusingly as Harry hurriedly closed the cupboard door. Harry turned around with a smirk but didn't say anything. "What's Trans…Transfiguration anyway?" Dudley asked nervously, his hands moving to his fat bottom. Harry was about to reply when Dudley's face flushed and he ran off calling his mum. |
Drabble 11: Sweet tooth Birds were chirping as a toddler Dudley walked beside his mother, kicking her in the shins, screaming for sweets. He was no ordinary toddler though he was a boy who had a gigantic sweet tooth which was never satisfied. "Mummy…" Little Dudley cried, kicking her shins again as she walked hurriedly towards hoe. "Me wants sweets!" "In a minute Diddykins." Petunia said calmly and with a loving smile as she forced him to move along. Little Dudley scrunched up his little round face and screamed, his face turning a bright shade of puce. He was having quite a horrible day. |
Drabble 12: Whomping Willow Vernon bristled at the letter, wondering why on earth those… people would write to him. He glanced down at the parchment again, his eyes not comprehending the words scrawled on it. "Whomping Willow?" he muttered shaking his head, "What is that, some kind of freak name for a tree?" he exclaimed, his anger that the boy was not hurt magnified by his misbelieving brain. "Who knows with them?" Scoffed Petunia as her nose wrinkled at the thought. Vernon harrumphed loudly and scrunched up the parchment tossing it into the fire. Shrugging, Vernon got up and sighed, thinking maybe next time…maybe. |
Drabble 13: Hit (authors choice) Dudley was disappointed. He wanted to hit Harry around a little more, practice for his big match but he was no where to be found. Getting up off his chair, he waddled over to the stairs, thinking he'd be up in his room. He didn't know that Harry had left early in the morning in search of a newspaper. After an hour of searching Dudley gave up, going to the fridge and making himself a large sandwich, wiping his hands on his pants. With a grunt he sat down and ate happily not knowing his life was about to change. |
Drabble 14: Headmaster Vernon awoke on a gloomy morning knowing something would be happening. He just didn't know when. The boy seemed to be in a good mood, which was not good. He went about his morning routine, ignoring him and complimenting Dudley whenever possible. At work he yelled at a lot of people and came home early to relax and enjoy himself. He knew immediately what was wrong however, when at 11pm that night he got a visit from the Headmaster of that…place. The nerve of him wearing that get up. An hour later, Harry was gone, for good he hoped silently. |
Drabble 15: Chocolate "I want chocolate!" said, on the verge of fake tears. He was sitting at the kitchen, watching his new television as his mother bustled about cleaning the already spotless room. "Not right now Diddy." She cooed happily as she wrung out her cloth. Dudley pouted, but knew how to get what he wanted. Puffing out his large chest and scrunching up his face he proceeded to give her a show of stomping his feet and shouted, "I want it now!" His mother cringed slightly, but finally gave in. "Okay Diddy darling, here." She said, handing him a chocolate bar. |
Drabble 16: Homework "I don't wanna!" Dudley shouted at Petunia one bitter cold night during the Easter holidays. "Diddy darling, please finish your homework." She replied, trying hard to remain calm and poised as their guests looked on. Dudley pouted, not caring if there was company and started to quiver his chin. He wanted to go upstairs and play on his computer, but no his mother was making him do his homework. He was on holidays! He looked at their guess and blank; they were actually laughing at him! With an almighty grunt, he bent down, picked up his school work and grumbled. |
Drabble 17: Past Vernon looked out the window, his moustache moving in the breeze. Much had changed in the past 10 years he thought. In the past, they were happy, laughing at the adorable things Dudley did, and trying to out-do Mr. I-can-afford-a-sorts-car next door. Now however was different. They had to change their ways, no longer could they walk outside speaking loudly about their lawn, nor could they go out and enjoy themselves. Ever since he came things had changed, and Vernon didn't like it. Why did things have to change so fast he thought as he watched a bird fly by. |
Drabble 18: Present Petunia sat perched neatly in the arm chair by the fire, thinking of her life. It was a present she hadn't expected. She wanted nothing to do with the Potter boy, yet she secretly loved him in a way. He was her sisters' after all, and even though they had falling out, she still loved her. She gazed into the fire, picking up her knitting as she did so. Looking around to make sure no one was around; she softened her expression and said gently, "I miss you Lily." Then stiffening up she set to work on the tea cozy. |
Drabble 19: Future Dudley sat in bed, uncharacteristically thinking about Harry. Dudley may look tough and mean, but inside he had a heart as soft as anyone's. Picking up his basketball, he began to toss it in the air then catch it as he thought. His future looked good; he was already a school wrestling champ, and knew he would go far in that field. Yet he felt envious of Harry for some reason. Biting jealousy over his half-brother secret life, he started chuckling as he heard his father shouting at Harry. No matter what he thought I'll always be number one here. |
Drabble 20: Pajamas It was the day before school started for Dudley, and he was glad Harry wasn't around. Dudley was wearing the most hideous pair of pajamas he had ever owned. His aunt Marge had sent them a few months ago and he had refused to wear them, until he had n choice. Well, guess what? He had no choice; all his other pajamas were dirty. Scowling slight, he flung his large body out of bed and dressed, glad no one saw him in his pink bunny PJs'. He had a tough image he would like to keep thank you very much. |
Drabble 21: Chicken "Bet you can't." Dudley said laughing at the boy in front of him. The boy looked up, tears of mirth in his eyes as he shook his head, his wavy blonde hair flowing behind him. "Nu-uh." The boy squeaked. "You're chicken!" Dudley sneered kicking dust in the boys face. The boy froze, seeming to shudder for a moment as he got his resolve than stood so everyone would see him. "My name is Wilbur and I am a monkey." He groaned, barely keeping his face from blushing as everyone burst into fits of laughter. Dudley nodded, belched and sat. |
Drabble 22: Defense against the Dark Arts: Petunia sat bored, watching as Lily took out her book and started to explain about her school. It was one of those days when they got along, her and Vernon sitting in the house while Lily stood by the door holding up that strange book, listening as she went on about "Defense about the Dark Arts.' whatever that meant. It took all their nerve not to laugh hysterically at her. Petunia was tired of hearing about it so she shooed her sister away, lifting her nose up to all the freakish nonsense. She would never speak to her sister again. |
Drabble 23: Herbology "Herbolo - what?" Dudley asked one night as Harry sat huddled on the floor. His parents were out and he had the place to himself, well along with Harry. Harry had taken this opportunity to finish some homework he had been working on for school even though it was summer. "Herbology." Harry replied sharply as he quickly scribbled a few words onto his parchment. "Better not let mum see you." Dudley said as a noise startled them. A car was in the drive and Vernon's' loud booming voice sounded from the yard. Harry snatched up his stuff and hurried upstairs. |
Drabble 24: Muggle Studies Aunt Marge was in town for the week and Harry had promised not to do any 'funny business' while she was there. It was proving difficult however, and he had to remind himself of everything he learned in Muggle Studies to keep himself from doing something wrong. Vernon was finding it increasingly difficult to keep Marge's mind off Harry and onto other important matters. So, when Harry finally exploded on Marge's last night and caused her to blow up he lost it. Before he could do much however, Marge was bouncing down the street and the boy had taken off. Great. |
Drabble 25: Ancient Runes Aunt Petunia peeked into the room, scowling as she saw the droppings in the empty cage and litter on the floor. Making sure Vernon was no where to be seen she snuck in closing the door behind her. Memories of the past came back as she saw a scrunched up piece of parchment with the words "Ancient Runes" on it, written in messy writing. Sighing, she held the paper to her heart for a moment. She remembered when Lily came home with those books and a tear slipped from her eye. Wiping it, she hurried out and closed the door. |
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