Number 4 Privet Drive

[dudleydursley]

The sun came streaming through the small gap in the closed curtains of Dudley Dursley's larger bedroom located on the second floor of Number 4 Pivet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

A large lump is covered with a thin sheet while several large fluffy pillows lay strewn around the room.

A growling and angry moaning sound seemed to be coming from somewhere beneath the massive lump. It began to wriggle and squirm beneath the sheet with images of British Football Stars with their team logo's prominently emblazoned on their jerseys.

A quick snort and a sort of loud snore and a shock of blond hair shot out from under the very edge of the lumpy mess.

"MAMA! MAMA! MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP NOW!" screamed the lump from under the sheets.

The sound of footsteps rushing toward the closed entrance door of Dudley's large bedroom became louder and louder. The door was suddenly flung open and the panicked figure of Petunia Dursley stood with her mouth agape.

[dudleydursley]

Dudley's lumpy form began to rise beneath the crisp white linen sheets. His mother works tirelessly supplying her small family with the most perfect version of a normal family. That is until today.

"Mama,mama!" screamed Petunia's only son.

"My Darling Baby Boy! What has happened to you? Has that Nasty Harry Potter done something to my Diddykins?"

"Get me down, NOW! I don't know what that freak Potter did but I'm gonna kill him as soon as you get me down from here."

Duddley continued to rise, the sheet covered boy looking like one of those cheesy magic acts where the fraud of a magician makes the girl float above a table, supposedly without strings attached of course.

Petunia rushed toward her son, with the force of a Rugby player, she threw all of her boney body atop her offspring.

The two struggled as if two pigs in one pillow case, writhing, squirming then falling to the bed's surface and both bounding off the springy surface only to be slammed full force in a tangled mess upon the hard wood floor of Dudley's bedroom.

Petunia grabs the corner of the sheet that covers her Diddykins face, pulls it away to reveal the frightened, crying over-sized boy.

"Wah, wah, wah, what happened Mama? How did he do it when he is supposed to be at that dorky Ginger's house in the country?

"I have no idea my precious Dudley but when your father comes home, well, he will have something to say and do about this. That Potter is going to get it once and for all. No one messes with my Diddykins."

Dudley buries his face into his mothers bosom. Sobbing and snorting, gasping for air. Clutching the sheet with both hands, he rolls off of his mother, who by this time was also panting, having been pinned beneath the behemoth sized young man.