GROWING UP WITH THE DURSLEYS 1

It has been ten years since the Dursleys had woken up to find their nephew on the front step,but privet drive had hardly changed at all.the sun rose on the same tidy front gardens and lit up the brass number four on the Dursleys front door, it crapt into their living room which was almost exactly the same as it had been on the night when Mr Dursleys had seen that fateful news report about the owls.only the photograph on the mantel piece really showed how much time had passed.ten years ago, there had been lots of pictures of what looked like a large pink beach ball wearing different-coloured bonnets but Dudley dursley was no longer a baby and now the photographs showed a large blond boy riding his first bicycles,on a carousel at the fair, playing a computer game with his father,being hugged and kissed by his mother.the room held on sign at all that another boy lived in the house too,yet Harry Potter was still there, asleep at the moment,but not for long.his aunt Petunia was awake and it was her shrill voice that made the first noise of the day."up! get up!!! Now ."Harry woke with a start,his aunt rapped on the door again."up!!"she screeched . Harry heard her walking towards the kitchen and then the sound of the frying pan being put on the stove.he rolled onto his back and tried to remember the dream he had been having.it had been a good one, there had been a frying motorcycle in it, He had a funny feeling he'd had the same dream before . his aunt was back outside the door."Are you up yet? she demanded."Nearly" said Harry.well get a move on, l want you to look after the bacon.and don't you dare let it burn, I want everything prefect on Dudley's birthday.how could he have forgotten? Harry get slowly out of bed and started looking for his socks.he found a pair under his bed and after pulling a spider off one of them ,put them on.Harry was used to spider because the cupboard under the stairs was full of them and that was where he slept.when he was dressed he went down the hall into the kitchen.the table was almost hidden beneath all Dudley's birthday presents.it looked as though Dudley had gotten the new computer had wanted not to mention the second television and the racing bike was a mystery to Harry,as Dudley's favorite punching bag was Harry had always been small and skinny for his age.he looked even smaller and skinnier than he really was because all he had to wear were old clothes of Dudley's and Dudley was about four times bigger than he was Harry had a thin face,knobbly knees, glasses held together with a lot of scotch tape because of all the times Dudley had punched him on the times Dudley had punched him on the nose the only thing Harry liked about his own appearance was a very thin scar on his forehead that was shaped like a bolt of lightning.

He had it as long as he could remember and the first question he could remember ever asking aunt Petunia was how he had gotten it.in the car crash when your parents died"she said.and don't ask questions, don't ask questions that was the first rule for a quite life with the Dursleys.uncle Vernon entered the kitchen as Harry was turning over the bacon ''comb your hair!!! he barked,as a way of morning greeting.about once a week, uncle Vernon looked over the top of his newspaper and shouted that Harry needed a haircut . Harry must have had more haircut than the rest of the boys in his class put together,but it made difference,his hair simply grew that way. Harry was frying egg by the time Dudley arrived in the kitchen with his mother, Dudley looked a lot like uncle Vernon.he had a large pink face,not much neck ,small,watery blue eyes and think blond hair that lay smoothly on his neck,fat head. Aunt Petunia often said that Dudley looked like a body angel-- Harry often said that Dudley looked like a pig in a wig. Harry put the plates of egg and bacon on the table ,which was difficult a there wasn't enough space. Dudley meanwhile was counting his presents,his face fell."Thirty - six''

he said, looking up at his mother and father.that's two less than last year ."Darling you haven't counted auntie Marge's present,see it's here under this big one from mummy and daddy. Alright thirty seven then, said Dudley, going red in the face. Harry who could see a huge Dudley tantrum coming up, began wolfing down his bacon as fast as possible in case Dudley turned the table over. Aunt Petunia obviously scented danger too, because she quickly "and we will buy you another two present while we're out today . how is that, popkin? Two more presents.is that alright ''Dudley thought for a moment .it looked like hard work.finally he said slowly ,so l will have Thirty........thirty..... Thirty nine , sweetie "said Aunt Petunia. "ok". Dudley sat down heavily and grabbed the nearest parcel."alright then."uncle Vernon chucked.little tyke wants his money's worth, just like his father. Atta boy ,Dudley!! He ruffled Dudley's hair. At that moment the telephone rang and aunt Petunia went to answer it while Harry and uncle Vernon watched Dudley unwrap the racing bike,a video camera ,a remote control airplane , sixteen new computer games and a VCR.