Summer with the Dursleys

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Chapter 3 Luggage

Harry stomped up to his bedroom in a fiery temper, slamming the door as hard as he could, and then grabbed his head pulling his hair in frustration he growled with suppressed rage. How could this be happening to him? How could his most hated adversary currently be sitting in his living room talking with his uncle as if it where the most natural thing in the world? “Draco Bloody Malfoy!” he snapped aloud, then jumped nearly out of his dusty sneakers when someone cleared their throat.

Harry turned about staring across the small room noticing two things that was not part of the furnishings when he left that morning. The first thing he noticed is a large trunk of a deep forest green color about five-feet long and three-feet wide shoved haphazardly against his bed. The second addition to his bedroom the small camp bed one that he used as a child in the cupboard under the stairs for more years than he cared to remember. Harry’s mouth fell open staring at the bed, not being nearly as dense as his aunt and uncle made him out to be, the dawning realization hit him like crashing in Mr. Weasley old car. His mind smoldering at the idea he would be required to sleep on that god-forsaken camp bed, again.

“The HELL I WILL!” He roared to the seemingly empty room, and then leaped back against the door as the voice and its owner addressed him again.

“Uhemm! Do you mind keeping the noise down a bit? I have had a very long journey and the young master has filled me to bursting.” The inconspicuous trunk blinked circular dark-green eyes on either corner of its lid staring at the noisy intruder. It spoke from a crack along the base of its trunk, in a rich gravelly sophisticated tone. “You must leave so I can get some rest.” As if the matter, were concluded, rolling its dark eyes sleepily closing them a soft snore rumbled from its base.

Harry stared in shocked disbelief at the oddest piece furniture he has ever seen, including all the strange accessories he has come in contact with at Hogwarts. Harry stood dumbfounded with how to respond to a talking trunk telling him to vacate his own room. Then everything gushed out as in one long sentence.

“What the hell are you doing in my room, how did you get in here, what gives you the right to tell me to leave and get out of my room!” Clenching his fist at his sides wanting answers but not really concerned what response he received Harry decided to shove the case down the stairs.

“You are too noisy; no one could answer so many questions so quickly.” The trunk responded dismissively not bothering to open its eyes. “Pick one and I will consider answering the properly phased question.” The trunk peered at him through half-open eyes disdainfully.

“What! Properly phased?” Harry bristled. His face flushing with anger, if anything has ever surprised Harry Potter before, this incident, he could not recall, because this monstrous piece of luggage collapsed any thought of retrieving answers for his innumerable questions, shaking with all consuming rage he stomped toward the trunk grabbing one of is wide handles. “Don’t bother to answer I’ll show you around.” He hissed through clenched teeth, attempting to drag the heavy compartment toward the door.

The Gryffindor pulled mercilessly on the trunk’s handle groaning with the effort his forehead breaking out in a sweat, the box would not budge.

The enchanted luggage gazed wearily at him, for several moments before lending its assistance. The wide handle suddenly released one of its securing hinges causing Harry who at that moment was baring his teeth pulling with all his remaining strength, to topple backward, landing hard on his bottom, swearing heatedly at the great green box.

“Do not attempt to remove me this is where the young master says I must remain.” The green box admonished, its dangling handle righted itself like a hand stuffing into a pocket in perfect condition once again. “You can not move me with physical strength, why Master Malfoy wants to stay in utter squalor is beyond my comprehension.”

The Gryffindor stared at the handle returned to its original position. “You did that on purpose!” Harry scrambled to his feet staring at the great trunk, never believing a piece of luggage would make him so angry.

“Of course I did.” It intoned stoically. “You did not have my permission to relocate me, nor will I allow you to ‘…show me around…’ what a cryptic thing to say to a person.”

“You are not a person!” Harry fumed pointing his finger spiritedly completely disregarding the fact that he is currently deeply engaged in a disagreement with said non-person. “You are a box, a crypt, a crate, definitely not in any way related to a living creature!” He stumped over to his own trunk shoving the pilings on top off and heaving it up in his grasp.

Harry approached clumsily teetering back and forth, Draco’s trunk yawned still ignoring him for the most part. “You are an impudent and incorrigible child.” It clipped haughtily and then added, “This is very tedious however, have you ever heard the term ‘stick and stone’?” Then snorting in laughter it glanced in Harry’s direction just in time to see the truly inanimate Hogwarts trunk dropped on its lid.

The Gryffindor laughed vindictively as the hunter-green intruder attempted to speak with a squashed look on its flat face. “What was that about stick and stones?” Harry looked around the room quickly grabbing a pile of old Hogwarts books stacked next to his desk. “I got some more stuff that needs packing!” He barked in laugher loading the heavy tombs on the lid some slipping from his hands in his haste to deliver as much weight to the box as possible.

“Eeebby, ggeeebb pphhff.” The trunk gibbered, releasing odd hissing sounds in its attempts to speak. Finally, its squashed eyes flashed a brighter lime-green then its lid began to lift at an odd angel. Actually the cover could unhinge itself and lift in whichever direction it chose, therefore, the trunk reverted its hinging tilting the mountain of rubbish toward its tormentor.

Startled by the rapid sound of the many books hitting the floor Harry looked around to see the lid rising slowly, tipping off its burden. Leaping quickly on top of the two trunks he caused Draco’s trunk to snap shut under his additional weight. “Ha! I know you don’t think you are going to get rid of them that easily.” He antagonized laughing loudly and peering around his room for something more to assist in evicting the great blabbering box.

Two short knocks at his door brought reality back to the green-eyed kid quickly. “Harry my mum says to come down for dinner.” Dudley grouched through the door. Afraid of what he may see moving about the enormous blond usually stays away from Harry’s room. However, this time his cousin opened the door, his blue eyes widened at the sight of Harry perched on top of two trunks staring at him like a cat that just swallowed a canary; the hunter-green trunk ominously still.

“What are you doing?” Dudley tried unsuccessfully to keep his gaze focused on his cousins dark frame glasses. His eyes darted around every corner of the room as if expecting something to pounce on him.

Harry could not decide if he should chase his cousin out of his room or stay on his perch and continue the stake out on the great annoying trunk, he could hear a low grumbling noise emitting from the box.

“Get out of my room I’m busy at the moment.” He decides his hunger would need to wait a bit. He wanted to teach the crate a lesson in who is the master within these four walls.

Dudley’s eyes darted back on Harry after staring warily at a stack of newspapers. “Don’t talk to me like that! I... I wanted to ask…” The words caught in the husky blond's throat as he noticed the trunk on the bottom showing signs of movement. “What the bloody hell are to doing! Stop it now!” Dudley barked.

“GET OUT OF MY ROOM!” Harry shouted, he did not have any patience for his over bearing cousin especially since Draco’s trunk gave an almighty lurch causing him to bounce upward several inches, and grip the edges of his trunk nervously to prevent from toppling off. “Get out now!” He warned again not sure, how long his weight would contain the wretched box.

However it was too late whatever prompted his cousin to enter his domain may never be known, as the boy began to shout for his parents backing up quickly Draco’s trunk now bucking furiously, its huge green-eye face revealed to the pale and shrieking muggle.

“YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO DO THAT HERE! DAD! DAD! HE’S DOING IT AGAIN!” Dudley stumbled backward toward the stair his gaze fixedly on Harry who now bounced up and down on both boxes.

Harry attempted to spread his weight across the lid to keep the green monster from throwing him off. Dudley’s screams driving him nearly as crazy as the blasted trunk. The green-eye Gryffindor glared at his pasty face cousin. ‘At least he could have closed my door then he would not need to stare like some overgrown kid whose balloon just slipped out of his grip.’

Growling at the insanity of his predicament, and the thunderous sounds of his uncle coming up the stairs, Harry saw his door slam shut just before the shouting man reached the upper floor landing. He distinctly heard the sound of the lock clicking in place, followed immediately by the pounding of his uncles’ heavy fist on the door. Distracted by the thought he has just performed magic without realizing what he was doing, his grip loosened at the wrong moment.

The now bitterly enraged hunter-green trunk tossed him and his box off, causing Harry to crash hard on his side among the disarray of books and rubbish with his heavy inanimate trunk slamming against his head. The pain of his landing as well Dudley’s wails and Vernon’s bellows faded out to nothingness.

[TBC]