The Rebound
Creeeaak.
The door is being pushed open to the nursery; Dad’s stopped yelling.
Moms screaming.
He scolds her and suddenly a green light-
BANG BANG BANG
“ Get up, boy! Make breakfast!” Aunt Petunia screeches, like the banshee she is.
I only know what a banshee is because of Mom, speaking of her, she seems to be away.
There is only Dad next to me, his slightly translucent eyes glare through the wooden door of the cupboard, most likely tracking Petunia. He looks funny with half his face phased out the cupboard door.
He’d find it funny too.
“ Hey champ, it’ll be alright.” He tries to cheer me up. I don’t have to speak, Petunia prefers if I don’t speak at all even though she calls me a freak.
BANG BANG BANG
There’s the fat pig. He squeals and the stairs moan in agony from his colossal weight. Barely eleven ( today is his birthday) but he more than tripled the weight of someone a decade older. The stairs would agree, they’re better company than the entire Dursley family combined. The stairs sigh in relief as Dudley moves off them, I would too.
I make a move to exit the cupboard but the fat tub of lard pushes me back in.
Push. I think, I think really really hard. And it does it. Like jelly, he flops about when it pushes him.
Magic. The M word. Whatever you’d like to call it.
I’m lucky Mom isn’t here, she doesn’t like when I do that.
Speaking of.
“ Harry!” Mom’s warble tone ripples through the walls.
I wasn’t a Dursley, like that big oaf.
I’m Harry Potter.
“ Harry!”
“-Make Harry do it!”