"NOT WHILE YOU'RE IN MY HOUSE YOU WON'T!" roared Uncle Vernon, his mustache quivering.

"I HOPE YOU GET DIABETES AND DIE YOU HORRIBLE OLD MAN!" Harry stormed out of the Dursley's shiny kitchen, brushed past a furious Aunt Petunia, and flew out the door. He stomped down the driveway, swearing loudly.

Uncle Vernon stuck his head out of the window. "KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN, THE NEIGHBORS WILL HEAR YOU, BOY!"

Harry kicked a garden gnome as hard as he could, and it's bearded face rolled into the street. He could just make out Aunt Petunia screaming "My gnome!" as he started off down the sidewalk and into the dark evening.

Harry had not heard anything from Ron or Hermione all summer, and had decided that they were either too busy having fun without him, or hunting Voldemort with Dumbledore. He didn't care. The fact that they had left him at Privet Drive was bad enough.

The breeze carried a page of the newspaper to his feet, and he stooped to pick it up.

NOTHING A WIZARD WOULD CARE ABOUT, read the headline.

Harry crumpled it up, shouted at it, then threw it. He continued down the steadily darkening street, feeling worse with every step. Some clouds gathered overhead, and the streetlamps flickered.

Dudley appeared out of the gloom, heading in the opposite direction of Harry. His entourage slowly became visible behind him. They were laughing.

Dudley appeared to be in the middle of a joke. "And then I said, 'well, if you're so smart, how come you're an orphan'?"

They spotted Harry, and started laughing even harder.

"Oh! We were just having a little chat about you, Harry," said Dudley, as his entourage disbanded.

Harry felt angrier then he ever had in his entire life. He strode forward, and put his arm around Dudley's shoulder. Dudley looked at him cluelessly, and Harry smiled.

"I have wanted to kill you every single day I've been at Privet Drive," Harry whispered into his ear.

Dudley pulled away. "What is this all about?"

Harry pulled his wand out and twirled it in his fingers, and, for the first time, saw genuine fear in Dudley's eyes.

"Put that thing away," Dudley said.

"HOCUS POCUS!" Harry shouted, aiming his wand at Dudley. He fell over into a bush.

"That's what the spell does," said Harry, "It makes you fall over."

"That's rubbish," said Dudley.

"Rubbish that worked, you totally just fell over," said Harry.

Suddenly, all the lights of the surrounding houses went dark, and the streetlamps flitted out. Harry began to feel very, very cold.

"What've you done?" said Dudley, scrambling out of the bush, "Put it back!"

Harry looked up and down the street, but he suspected that it was pointless, that he would fail, that there was really nothing good left, only this empty feeling...

"Oooohhhh, oooohhhh!" said the dementors as they closed in on Dudley. Harry spun around. He tried desperately to conjure a patronus.

"Expecto Patronum! Ex-expecto Patronum!" Harry's wand shook in his hand. Harry imagined reading a book that Hermione hadn't, then gloating about it.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" A brilliant silvery stag cantered out of Harry's wand, and the dementors fled.

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Harry dumped Dudley on the kitchen floor. "Dudley," Harry panted, "Has a really serious weight problem that should be addressed."

"Don't you dare talk about my son in that manner!" said Uncle Vernon, as Aunt Petunia fussed over said son.

Harry looked offended, "I'm serious. It is downright unhealthy. I mean-"

An owl burst in through the window and dropped a letter on the Dursley's spotless counter. It stood up and cleared it's throat.

"To Mr. Harry Potter, liar who does not know anything about the whereabouts of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named-"

Harry scowled. "Hey."

"-who either killed, or was in love with, Cedric Diggory-"

"HEY!"

"-and is suspected to have been under the influence of halucinatory drugs during every event of the Triwizard tournament-"

"I bet he was," muttered Uncle Vernon.

"-is hereby expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"WHAT?"

Author's Note: Okay, so, I'll be able to update really soon, because I already have like half of the story written. I think it's going to be pretty good, guys.