Reborn In A Harry Potter Universe - 6 Harry's New Living Space

Dudley POV:

I have recently gotten my parents to buy me a pair of bamboo swords I saw in a store when we went out to eat. When they asked me what I needed it for, I told then that, I need to show off to my friends but, the real is so that I can use it as practice for building arm strength. They finally purchased it today and though I can lift them alright, swinging it more than ten times makes my arms hurt.

Though I don’t know any complicated moves, I can remember the basic movements with my spotty memories.

I faintly remember that a master swordsman once said ‘all the fancy styles swordsmen use are derived from the six movements of the sword and a special seventh. They are the vertical up to down slash, vertical down to up slash, horizontal left to right slash, horizontal right to left slash, a diagonal upper east to southwest slash, and a diagonal upper west to the southeast slash. With stabbing as the special seventh because it can work in conjunction with any of the six moves to produce a special move when one discovers it.’

“I plan to do this six movements along with the special seventh until I can do it in fluidly in an instant. I want to do it just like ‘Netero Ten Thousand Punches of Gratitude.’ Anyways, I got time as I’m currently four. If Netero spent 4 years in training in order to show his appreciation to martial arts by punching 10,000 punches and doing it until his punches broke through the sonic barrier, I can do it too. Besides, I have magic I am sure I can fix any damage inside of me”

While these thoughts were dancing in my mind as I kept inspecting the pair of swords I just got when I heard someone call my name.

Petunia POV

“Dudy, come down, it’s time for dinner!!”

“Coming mom”

“Make sure you do not bring your toys with you. I’ve had enough of you swinging them all day like a loon”

“Mother, I keep telling you they are not toys. They are the greatest creations of all time, they areMH and HM, they are my beautiful swords, and I am not swinging it like a loon I am practicing swordmanship.”

“And I keep telling you not to name your stuff!! Honestly I wonder who you got this from” grumbled Petunia

“Leave the boy alone Pet, let him have his fun” Vernon said with amusement in his voice

“But honey, what if he hurts himself?” Petunia asked concerned,

“Then he learns from it.” Vernon spoke with a tone of finality “After all, the boy looks like he knows what he is doing.”

Dudley POV:

I came down shortly, to eat. After we sat down, I noticed that Harry wasn’t siting with us anymore. “Mom, where is Harry?”

“I sent him next door to ask the neighbor for something. He will be back soon. Why?.”

“But mom it’s late. What if something happens to him?”

“Nothing will to him. The neighbor does not leave far from here.”

“But …” as I was to ask another question, she cut off

“No more questions, now eat.” Petunia stated with a stern voice.

“Ok” I muttered.

You see, Harry did not eat with us daily. When I asked my parents why, they went over all kinds of excuses. After that day, I went to find out myself. I was shocked at what my parents had said to him. I found out my parents had told him to go look for food to eat by himself and I know for certain that Petunia always throws the food we don’t eat away.

That meant after we are finished with dinner, he goes to the trash and sometimes the fridge to salvage what he can eat. When I found out that, I was pissed at myeslf because I did not think it was this worse, and at such a young age too. My parents did a good job of hiding it from me. So, I putted on a calm and voice, I told him “Harry come eat with us”

“But a…a..aunty said, should eat by myself”

“It’s alright, come on mom and dad won’t say or do anything.”

So, when mom shouted “it’s time for dinner,”

I drag him with me and since my parents want to spoil their little angel, they always entertain him Though I was pissed at them, I cannot do anything now so I shut up.

Every time he tries to speak at the dinner table, they shut him down. Because of that, whenever he is at the dinner table, he is always quiet. From then on, I learnt a lesson I had forgotten and swore to check on him.

So you must imagine how loud my alarm bells started blaring when he did not come to eat with us this time. After dinner, I went to check on him and found out that, Vernon had moved him under the stairs. He had also locked it so that Harry does not come out while we eat. Vernon probably would have opened it after we finish dinner but clearly that did not happen. He probably forgot about it.

I tapped on the door two times, “Harry you there” I asked quietly,

“Yea, help me, it’s dark in here” he muttered weak, scared, voice

“Wait for me, I’ll go find the key”

“Have you eaten”

“No”

“Hold on, I’ll get you something to eat along the way”

“By the way, when did dad move you here?”

“This afternoon”

“How come I did not notice” I thought to myself

“You were swinging your sword”

“Oh wait, did I speak out loud”

“Yea”

“Anyway, I’ll go grab your food now”

After the conversation, I head to the kitchen to find Petunia who is washing the plates.

“Mom, where’s the key to the large cabinet under the stairs”

“Why are you looking for it.”

“I want to hide me swords so that when I go out to play, I know where I put it”

“It is on the left keyholder, the key is the third one from the two big ones.”

“Thanks mom, umm has Harry come back yet? I want to show him the new stuff you got me.” I asked her that to see if she is innocent.

“That’s weird, he should be back by now”

“Anyway, I’m sure he is on the way”

“Ok mom, mind if I get that two pieces of chicken left in the oven.”

“Yes dear.”

I just had a great idea “mom, where does Harry sleep?”

“He sleeps on your old toddler bed. Since you were big baby, he fits in alright”

“How about we move him to the other room? You know, the one with my broken stuff”

“But Dudy, I thought you like to keep your old things”

“Not anymore mom”

“So how about it.”

“Sure, when he comes back, I’ll tell him to move in there and sleep there from now on”

“You are the best mom ever” I said in excitement.

“Thanks honeybubbles”