Harry Potter was annoyed, but amused. He was annoyed because his wife, Ginny Potter, was teasing him. Amused? Same reason.

They were eating, and Ginny was watching him eat. "Christ, Potter, how many stomachs do you have?" Ginny exclaimed. "The only person I've ever seen eat more than you is Ron!"

Harry scowled, but internally he was laughing. Ron was paled by the eating habits of his whale of a cousin, Dudley.

Ginny was just laughing, and Harry smiled for a split second before returning to scowling. He retorted, "Well, old habits die hard, I had to fight my cousin for every meal, at least you guys knew you were going to eat every day!"

Ginny's smile faded. "You– you didn't eat every day?"

Harry's eyes widened, with him realizing what he had just revealed. "So– good weather today!" He said quickly.

But Ginny didn't respond. She just looked at his plate, resisting the urge to like on more potatoes.

The next day, Vernon Dursley woke up at Number Four, Privet Drive. He was looking forward to the day, and being able to yell at people once more. He had just had to suffer through a weekend, and he hated nothing more than weekends.

He went down and ate breakfast, and was walking out of the house when he froze, looking at his car. Then he got angry. Fast.

"WHO THE FUCK EGGED MY CAR?!"

There we go, done!