Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Strange World ❯ Scene 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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Scene 2

 

[Harry is sitting in the backseat of the car with the two Dursleys in front. Harry studied them and sighed, breaking the ice.]

 

Harry: Dudley busy doing something?

 

Petunia: Yes. [Smiles] Diddle-Dums is having tea with his wonderful little girl.

 

Harry: [Smirking] He got himself a girlfriend?

 

Petunia: Oh yes, she is a wonderful girl. I thought cakes were the sweetest thing, but she had them beat! [Chuckling]

 

Vernon: Yeah. Hey, how about you, sonny? Got a girl?

 

Harry: [A flush appears in his cheeks.] Uh—no. Not really, it's kind of complicated.

 

Vernon: Ah, love is a complicated thing, ain't it?

 

Harry: Yeah, I guess so.

 

Vernon: [Sees several fast food restaurants.] Sonny, you hungry? How about a McDonalds?

 

Harry: [Glances at his watch (2:43 p.m.) and stared at his uncle.] Uh, sure, why not?

 

Harry aside: I wonder if Dudley's girl changed their behavior towards me? No, this is way too much drastic of a change. It can't be because of her.

 

Vernon: Harry, what would you like?

 

Harry: Um… [Looks at menu outside the window.] I guess I'll have grilled chicken sandwich with fries and coke.

 

Vernon: So number eleven combo meal then, with a coke please.

 

Speaker: That will be 9.56 pounds.

 

Vernon: Thank you. [Drives to the window and pays for the meal. Vernon collected the meal and drink, giving them to Harry.]

 

Harry: [Awkwardly] Thank you, Vernon.

 

Vernon: Please, sonny, add uncle to my name!

 

Petunia: [Holding up a finger, smiling.] And an aunt to mine, too.

 

Harry: [Angry] Why the hell should I? Are you trying to pacify me so that I will impress your son's girlfriend?

 

Petunia: No, in fact, we are not going to see her until next month. Actually, I should say that she is spending the month in Spain with her family.

 

Harry: Oh. [He begins eating his meal slowly, watching the pastures go by in the car window.]

 

[Silence, insert background music as the car continued its journey to Surrey.]

 

It's a stra—ange world

Weird things all around

Who can sa-ay the world is a normal place

Don't be—elieve everything you see—e

Is everything true as you believe?

 

[Increase in momentum, instrumental]

 

Where mischief lies

Fills a strange feeling of betrayal

Do you mean to tell me

That everything has been all a—

Li—e—e

 

What is this, what is this

What is this strange, strange feeling

Dare I trust my eyes

Or do I believe the lies

Is somebody having me on a spell

Now I'm in a living Hell

 

Driving along in this life

Flashes of bad odds and ends

N' strange stuff appears

Things going flipped flopped

Getting chipped chopped

 

What is this, what is this

What is this strange, strange feeling

Dare I trust my eyes

Or do I believe the lies

Is somebody having me on a spell

Now I'm in a living Hell

 

What will happen from here on

Spells shattered

Lies revealed

What will I believe

How do you react

 

What is this, what is this

What is this strange, strange feeling

Dare I trust my eyes

Or do I believe the lies

Is somebody having me on a spell

Now I'm in a living Hell

 

Living, living in Hell

 

Vernon: And we're home.

 

Petunia: Let Dudley take your trunk inside, okay? [Everyone gets out the car.]

 

Harry: Uh—that won't be necc—

 

Petunia: Oh don't be rubbish, let him. Dudley!

 

Dudley: [Comes out of the front door.] Yeah mum?

 

Petunia: Be a dear and take Harry's trunk inside.

 

Dudley: But—

 

Harry: It won't be necessary, Petunia. Thanks. [Takes the trunk out and dragged it inside.]

 

[Harry steps inside his room on second floor and pauses. His room have been revamped, none of the Dudley's toys or books was in sight. Walls repainted in red with gold trimming, complete with a four-poster bed. Petunia shows up behind him, a smile on her face. The two shared a moment of silence.]

 

Petunia: Well? What do you think?

 

Harry: I—I—

 

Petunia: [Enters room, pointing and touching various of things.] I talked to Mrs. Figg, after the fact that I learned that she's really a squib. So… I hired an interior designer, worked with Mrs. Figg and this is… is how it turned out.

 

Harry: I—Why?

 

Petunia: Because you deserve it and— [Raises hands, gesturing to things around her.] and we want to make it up for it.

 

Harry: For… what?

 

Petunia: Oh Harry, I'm—

 

Vernon: [Appears at the door.] We're sorry for mistreating you.

 

[Harry opened his mouth to speak.]

 

Petunia: Yes, we're terribly sorry. We realize you will be leaving in two weeks or so if you'll be leaving before your birthday...

 

Harry: I—What… What… What made you come to your senses? [Grows angry.] This is absurd. Please get out.

 

Petunia: It will be explained at supper. We really don't want to explain it more than we have to. [She goes to the window to check for something.] After all, we're—we're at war, right?

 

Harry: [Relaxes somewhat.] Yeah, I understand. We are at war. Thanks Petunia—er, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon.

 

[Petunia wrings her fingers together nervously, smiling. Vernon clears his throat uncomfortably and then both leaves the room. Harry, left alone in his newly designed room, he examines the changes and looks at Hedwig who took this moment to fly in and perched herself on a fancy looking bird perch.]

 

Harry: Wow, they even made room for you, Hedwig. [Harry walks up to her and strokes her feathers. He noticed that there is an extra mattress under the bed and raised his eyebrow.]

 

[Dudley enters the room without permission]

 

Dudly: You jinxed my parents, haven't you? [Shoves Harry onto the bed.] Well? Did you?! Make my parents right again!

 

Harry: I'm confused just as you are, Dudley. I have no idea what made them… act oddly.

 

Dudley: I don't believe you. They started, just suddenly… [Waves his hand to the room they're in.] Well, y'know, on the morning of June 19th.

 

Harry: …Did they now. June 19th, was it? Hmm, I wonder if it has to do with Dumbledore.

 

Dudley: Who—wait, that old man from last summer who—

 

Harry: [Sharply] Yes, him. He was killed, murdered. [Softly] Right before my eyes.

 

Dudley: Oh damn…

 

[Silence]

 

Dudley: Was it because of that evil man, Void-wort or something?

 

Harry: [Dark chuckle] It's Voldemort. If you said that name around others like me, they'd flip out at the mere mention of the name.

 

Dudley: [Sits down in a chair.] Huh… So, they're afraid of something after all. I thought, y'know, wizards weren't afraid of anything. That your folks aren't human.

 

Harry: Heh, why am I not surprised. We're every bit as human as you are, Dudley. There are great ones and prats, evil-doers and wizards.

 

Dudley: Like Voldemort! And Dumbledore was one of the great, right?

 

Harry: He was more than just great, Dudley. He was one of the best of best. He's famous throughout the whole world—of our folks of course. [Quietly] He was the only person Voldemort ever feared.

 

Dudley: You mean… that doesn't sound good. That's even worse than my memory when you cursed me last summer.

 

Harry: I never cursed you, it was the Dementors, that muggles like yourself can't see.

 

Dudley: I don't believe you.

 

Harry: Fine, think what you will, prat. Don't count on me the next time I see Dementors coming around the corner, sucking your soul out.

 

Dudley: Fin—wait, what? You saved me?

 

Harry: Of course, you dork. People say I have this `saving-people' thing. [Snorts and lays back on his bed] And it drives everyone bonkers.

 

Dudley: Stop calling me names!

 

Harry: Prat, dork, git, bloody sodding Big D.

 

Dudley: Mum!

 

Harry: Pitiful coward.

 

Petunia: [Several moments later, Petunia sticks her head into the room.] Yes sweetie?

 

Dudley: Tell him to stop calling me names!

 

Petunia: [Frowning, she entered the room, hands on her hips.] Harry, please stop calling him names, [Dudley smirks] And you too, Dudley, don't provoke him.

 

Dudley: Wha—Me? But mum!

 

Petunia: No buts, Dudders. Now, come downstairs and help your mom out with dinner. We're having guests tonight. [Petunia leaves the room.]

 

Dudley: If I find out that you've jinxed my parents…

 

Harry: Or you'll what?

 

Dudley: Augh! [Leaves room, stomping down the stairs, leaving Harry on the bed, smirking.]

 

[Harry sighs, looking up at the curtain that covered the top of his four-poster bed and closed his eyes. He turned and faced Hedwig who is currently sleeping on her perch.]

 

Harry: Well, I guess we'll have to wait and see.