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The First time harry ever had accidental magic was when he was five, His Aunt Petunia went to the store to buy ingredients for soup. Uncle Vernon and Dudley were watching T.V and were ignoring Harry
so Harry was left to do what he wanted, as long as he did not make noise or mess with their stuff or took the food they liked *Some healthy things they get they don't even end up eating, the food just ends up laying in the fridge and rots*
Harry thought while going into the kitchen to grab some carrot sticks and when he was looking around the kitchen for something else he could eat and looking in the cupboards quietly he tripped over one of Dudley's new toys and while falling he covered his mouth as to not let Vernon or Dudley think he was messing around (the T.V is too loud for them to hear him trip, but if he yelled out when he fell then they would have) When he was falling though, one of the french baguettes Petunia had made
Flew towards him like a rocket, slowing his descent to the floor. He had safely landed on the floor without getting hurt or making a lot of noise, he knew he would get in trouble for the baguette getting
deflated when he landed on it so it was not fluffy anymore and sense it was on the floor it probably would not taste very good if they did eat it, so he just put it back in the bowl it was in and went into his cupboard.
At dinner that evening: *I hope they don't notice any difference with the baguette* Harry thought. Vernon: "Petunia! this food is delicious! what is it again?" Petunia: "It's just a simple soup and we're dipping slices of a French baguette that i got a recipe for from a show I watched on T.V" Dudley: "When can we have dessert?" Petunia: "In a few more minutes Dudley".
So they have dinner (Harry got a slice of bread and a small bowl of soup) and a big dessert. Harry goes into his cupboard before he is asked, and they all went to sleep.