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At Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging lived a perfectly normal family, the Dursleys. Petunia, Vernon and their sweet son Dudley. Petunia is in the local bookclubs and Vernon works at Grunning’s drill company and they are ever so proud of Dudley. But what lays forgotten in their perfect little family is their Nephew Harry.
“BOY, GET UP AND COOK THE BREAKFAST NOW!” screamed Vernon as he unlocked the cupboard door. Harry was short for his age while he was 7 he could easily be mistaken for a 4 or 5 year old. He climbed out the cupboard that had been his bedroom for as long as he had lived with the Dursleys, patting down his jet black mop of hair so Aunt Petunia didn’t shout at him for looking like a homeless boy. His bright green eyes scanned the kitchen for the utensils and he began to cook.
After breakfast Uncle Vernon left for work so Harry was able to leave the house. Getting out of the House was a reprieve, the only slight being Dudley’s favourite game of Harry Hunting. Dudley and his friend Piers Polkis loved to push Harry around making sure he had no friends at school. On this particular day Harry chose to spend his afternoon at the park watching all the other families with their kids. That was until Dudley showed up to ruin his peace.
“Yes sir, that’s him I saw him running away from the woods” Dudley said to the officer, who strolled over to Harry.
“Kid, where have you been today”
Harry sighed, this wasn't the first time Dudley had tried to get Harry in trouble, “I’ve been here sir” he mumbled to the officer.
“A likely story, Your cousin here says you were in the woods where we found a young boy that had been beaten up, I know you boy, know your trouble” the Officer told Harry “You’re going to have to come with me down to the station and I’ll call your guardians to tell them what you have done”.
Harry gets up slowly from the bench he was sitting on and says quietly “Yes Sir”. He follows the officer to his car and the officer puts him in the back. He looks up out the window to see Dudley smirking at him.
At the station Harry is waiting nervously for Uncle Vernon to come to pick him up when an officer comes up to him “Potter this is the third time you have been in here this year, its serious this time you can’t go round town doing whatever you want, Your uncle is here come” the officer grabbed his arm and dragged him into the family room at the station.
“BOY, this is it I told you I'm not picking you up from the station again and you have gone and done it this time beating up another child, we are lucky Dudley was there to catch you otherwise you would have just left him there.” Uncle Vernon shouted at him, his face red raging with anger. Harry knows not to protest; it only leads to more punishment once home so he just stares at his feet. Vernon turned to the officer and spoke calmly “Officer, is there anything we can do? I have tried punishing the boy but he does not listen. He’s trouble I tell ya, I don’t want him influencing my Dudley anymore” The officer hummed noncommittal
“There is St Brutus’s, it's a school for boys like Harry. It is one step before we send the boys to Juvie. I can get him admitted there for one year, then he can come home.”
Harry looked at the two men in shock, Uncle Vernon was going to send him away but I didn’t even do it! “But Uncle I didn’t do any-”
“BOY be quiet, yes officer that sounds perfect, if we could start the process straight away”
And that’s how Harry ended up in handcuffs and being taken to St Brutus’s school for Incurably Criminal boys.