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Vernon Dursley frozen in fear, wondering what foul magic Hagrid had done to him.
Gingerly he touched his face, around his head, checked his ears, nose, mouth. He looked at his arms, upper half of his body and tried in vain to see beyond his tummy. He had not been able to see anything below his wah-lau-so-fat tummy while standing up for a long, long, loooooong time.
Nothing seemed to be out of ordinary...
...then there was a high pitch shriek that shattered all the glassware in the house, including the light bulbs, causing the house to go pitch black yet again.
Dorly had finally regained consciousness, the loud BANG had started her and she was in for another surprise since Hagrid magic had hit her instead of Vernon.
"What's the matter Dorly-dilly? What has he done to you?" Vernon asked anxiously and fearfully.
Hysterical shriek and incoherent gibberish was all Dorly was capable of at that moment. She sounded strangely excited and almost as if she was happy.
"Dorly-dilly, please tell me you are alright. YOU! What have you done to my daughter? You have cursed her with madness, haven't you?"
"Be glad it wasn't yer I did magic to, yeh stinkin' pile of lady fat!" Hagrid yelled in the general direction of Vernon. "Time ter go Harly, let's get outta 'ere."
Hagrid managed to get hold of Harly in the dark and dragged him out of the house by the collar before Vernon started yelling and shouting and throwing stuff around.
"Get in the Kancil convertible quick Harly, we gotta get out of 'ere before yer uncle wakes the neighbourhood. Yeh have ter go in the boot I'm afraid, no space fer yeh in the front, I need all the space, this car is really just a big motorbike. No no no, not me boots Harly, the car boot! What's the matt'r with yeh? Why are yeh so dazed? Gallopin' Gorgons! Why are yeh bleeding?"
It's at that moment Hagrid realised Harly was wide eye, stunned and bleeding from the nose. He gently picked Harly up and put him in the boot, leaving the boot open.
"Did me magic hit yeh Harly?" Harly shook his head and Hagrid was somewhat relieved.
"Shouldn'ta lost me temper," said Hagrid ruefully, "didn't quite know what magic that was really, and I was aiming at yer uncle. Not supposed ter do magic, strictly speaking. Be grateful if yeh didn't mention that ter anyone."
Harly nodded, a faraway look on his face.
"Pinch on the nose and look down Harly, it will stop the bleeding. No don't look up, that's common mistake, yeh might gag if the blood goes down yer throat. Ya that's it, look down and maintain the pressure on the nose," Hagrid wiped the blood off Harly's face with a hanky and went to start the engine.
Before the car left the house, Pertunia voice could be heard above the sound of things breaking, shrieking, sobbing, yelling and shouting.
"Verny! Could you please flip on the main switch, I am not done drying my hair."
Gingerly he touched his face, around his head, checked his ears, nose, mouth. He looked at his arms, upper half of his body and tried in vain to see beyond his tummy. He had not been able to see anything below his wah-lau-so-fat tummy while standing up for a long, long, loooooong time.
Nothing seemed to be out of ordinary...
...then there was a high pitch shriek that shattered all the glassware in the house, including the light bulbs, causing the house to go pitch black yet again.
Dorly had finally regained consciousness, the loud BANG had started her and she was in for another surprise since Hagrid magic had hit her instead of Vernon.
"What's the matter Dorly-dilly? What has he done to you?" Vernon asked anxiously and fearfully.
Hysterical shriek and incoherent gibberish was all Dorly was capable of at that moment. She sounded strangely excited and almost as if she was happy.
"Dorly-dilly, please tell me you are alright. YOU! What have you done to my daughter? You have cursed her with madness, haven't you?"
"Be glad it wasn't yer I did magic to, yeh stinkin' pile of lady fat!" Hagrid yelled in the general direction of Vernon. "Time ter go Harly, let's get outta 'ere."
Hagrid managed to get hold of Harly in the dark and dragged him out of the house by the collar before Vernon started yelling and shouting and throwing stuff around.
"Get in the Kancil convertible quick Harly, we gotta get out of 'ere before yer uncle wakes the neighbourhood. Yeh have ter go in the boot I'm afraid, no space fer yeh in the front, I need all the space, this car is really just a big motorbike. No no no, not me boots Harly, the car boot! What's the matt'r with yeh? Why are yeh so dazed? Gallopin' Gorgons! Why are yeh bleeding?"
It's at that moment Hagrid realised Harly was wide eye, stunned and bleeding from the nose. He gently picked Harly up and put him in the boot, leaving the boot open.
"Did me magic hit yeh Harly?" Harly shook his head and Hagrid was somewhat relieved.
"Shouldn'ta lost me temper," said Hagrid ruefully, "didn't quite know what magic that was really, and I was aiming at yer uncle. Not supposed ter do magic, strictly speaking. Be grateful if yeh didn't mention that ter anyone."
Harly nodded, a faraway look on his face.
"Pinch on the nose and look down Harly, it will stop the bleeding. No don't look up, that's common mistake, yeh might gag if the blood goes down yer throat. Ya that's it, look down and maintain the pressure on the nose," Hagrid wiped the blood off Harly's face with a hanky and went to start the engine.
Before the car left the house, Pertunia voice could be heard above the sound of things breaking, shrieking, sobbing, yelling and shouting.
"Verny! Could you please flip on the main switch, I am not done drying my hair."
- end of this chapter -
(to be continued...)
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