![]() ![]() Louder footsteps than the one before thundered down the stairs. He's a growing boy, right?" Aunt Petunia snapped angrily, after which she gazed fondly at Dudley, who barely managed to mumble out a "Yes, " through all the food stuffed in his mouth. "Boy, next time be on time for breakfast, my Duddykins needs his food. Dudley's wails stopped as soon as the food was placed in front of him. "Yes, Aunt Petunia," Harry replied politely.Īs Harry carefully piled a huge amount of bacon and toast on a plate, Dudley started whining about how hungry he was, causing Aunt Petunia to try and comfort him. Harry was whacked on his right arm by Aunt Petunia, with her magazine rolled up, "Hurry up, boy! My precious Dudley is hungry!" "Good morning, my dear Duddy!" Aunt Petunia smiled lovingly at Dudley, who barely gave a nod in response, before turning an icy glare at Harry. Loud footsteps came thudding down the stairs, as an obese boy came running, or waddling, as Harry liked to call it, into the kitchen. "Of course, Duddykins!" was the answer from Aunt Petunia. "MOM!! I'M HUNGRY! I WANT BREAKFAST!" a loud voice rang from the top of the stairs. ![]() His aunt, a woman that had a vague resemblance to a horse sat on a chair behind him reading a magazine while occasionally glancing up to look at Harry. He wore clothes three sizes too big for him that could barely be passed off as rags. A scrawny boy with messy raven locks, bright emerald green eyes, wearing broken glasses, with an unique lightning bolt scar on his forehead, stood on a high stool frying some bacon. ![]()
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