Harry's Day Out
Sorry for a delay. If you're friends with me on LJ, you know that my laptop died, so I only have access to the comp at school for this sort of thing. But on the plus side, you get like a million drabbles to celebrate this spooky day!
Gift for: Gonz
Title: Harry's Day Out
Holiday Level: Tricky Treat
Genre: Humour
Rating: 1st-2nd years
Characters/Pairings: The Dursleys and Harry
Summary: When the Dursleys do not allow Harry to go Trick or Treating on Halloween, things turn nasty and out of control.
Warnings: N/A
It was a spooky Halloween evening. The residents of Privet Drive had given up their usual lawn-moving and car-washing duties and unusually gotten into the holiday spirit. Carved pumpkins hung outside each door, casting an eerie glow in the darkness. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Everyone except Harry Potter.
"No!" spat Uncle Vernon vehemently, shaking a fist for emphasis. "You will not be allowed to go with Dudders."
"But please, Uncle Vernon," whined seven-year-old Harry. "I wanna go Trick or Treating."
"Go to your cupboard. Now." he added dangerously when his nephew showed every sign of protest. Knowing he had lost the battle, Harry made his way as noisily as he could to his cupboard and slammed the door shut. It had been the same, year after year, and yet, Harry couldn't get used to it.
Each Halloween, Dudley and his gang of friends including Malcolm and Piers would come over to the Dursleys' and go Trick or Treating together. Each Halloween, Harry would request to be part of them, not that he wanted to hang out with his cousin and his group of bullies but there was simply no way his aunt and uncle would let him go alone and this was the only option left, and each year, his request would be turned down.
Why did his aunt and uncle treat him like this? Wasn't he part of the family too? Tears rolled down his cheeks as hatred tore through him. If only he had had his own family... If only his parents hadn't died in that car crash...
The doorbell rang; it was probably Dudley's gang. Harry stood up, wiping his face on his sleeve and peeped through a crack in the cupboard door. Sure enough, there was Dudley's gang; Dudley himself along with Aunt Petunia had come to open the door for them. Each of them had dressed up in cloaks for the occasion and, in Harry's opinion, looked dead stupid. How Harry wished each of their heads turned into one of those Jack-o-lanterns... Harry blinked, not quite believing his eyes, for each of their heads had actually turned into pumpkins.
Harry immediately withdrew his head from the crack, doubling up with laughter and amusement. 'How did it happen?' he wondered but that didn't matter at all. Hearing Dudley and his friends squeal and wail drew everything else out of Harry's mind. This is definitely the best Halloween I've ever had. But that was, of course, before he had encountered Halloween in 1991.
Gift for: Gonz
Title: Harry's Day Out
Holiday Level: Tricky Treat
Genre: Humour
Rating: 1st-2nd years
Characters/Pairings: The Dursleys and Harry
Summary: When the Dursleys do not allow Harry to go Trick or Treating on Halloween, things turn nasty and out of control.
Warnings: N/A
It was a spooky Halloween evening. The residents of Privet Drive had given up their usual lawn-moving and car-washing duties and unusually gotten into the holiday spirit. Carved pumpkins hung outside each door, casting an eerie glow in the darkness. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Everyone except Harry Potter.
"No!" spat Uncle Vernon vehemently, shaking a fist for emphasis. "You will not be allowed to go with Dudders."
"But please, Uncle Vernon," whined seven-year-old Harry. "I wanna go Trick or Treating."
"Go to your cupboard. Now." he added dangerously when his nephew showed every sign of protest. Knowing he had lost the battle, Harry made his way as noisily as he could to his cupboard and slammed the door shut. It had been the same, year after year, and yet, Harry couldn't get used to it.
Each Halloween, Dudley and his gang of friends including Malcolm and Piers would come over to the Dursleys' and go Trick or Treating together. Each Halloween, Harry would request to be part of them, not that he wanted to hang out with his cousin and his group of bullies but there was simply no way his aunt and uncle would let him go alone and this was the only option left, and each year, his request would be turned down.
Why did his aunt and uncle treat him like this? Wasn't he part of the family too? Tears rolled down his cheeks as hatred tore through him. If only he had had his own family... If only his parents hadn't died in that car crash...
The doorbell rang; it was probably Dudley's gang. Harry stood up, wiping his face on his sleeve and peeped through a crack in the cupboard door. Sure enough, there was Dudley's gang; Dudley himself along with Aunt Petunia had come to open the door for them. Each of them had dressed up in cloaks for the occasion and, in Harry's opinion, looked dead stupid. How Harry wished each of their heads turned into one of those Jack-o-lanterns... Harry blinked, not quite believing his eyes, for each of their heads had actually turned into pumpkins.
Harry immediately withdrew his head from the crack, doubling up with laughter and amusement. 'How did it happen?' he wondered but that didn't matter at all. Hearing Dudley and his friends squeal and wail drew everything else out of Harry's mind. This is definitely the best Halloween I've ever had. But that was, of course, before he had encountered Halloween in 1991.