Harry Potter Abridged! POA Chapter 2
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deathtocapslock [So Harry goes about his business as usual.]
Dudley: Mum, Dad, I’m so glad you installed a TV in the kitchen. It’s so hard to walk between the kitchen and the living room- thank you so much for helping me perfect my role as fat, lazy slob!
Vernon: Well, it’s not like we can actually look respectable.
Harry: Not this shit again....
[Just then, Sirius Black appears on TV!]
Vernon: Well, would you look at that? A serial killer appeared out of the blue.
Harry: Gee, I wonder if that could be somehow important....
Vernon: You know... that program hasn’t said anything about where this Black person came from. I wonder if that’s suspicious at all. Oh, no, this wouldn’t have anything to do with Harry, would it?!
Harry: Don’t look at me- I only just now heard of the man.
Vernon: They should reinstate the death penalty so they could hang him. Honestly, if only there was a sadistic prison where people were locked up without trial and tortured to death. Wouldn’t that be nice...? Oh, by the way, my sister is coming to town.
Harry: Oh, no....
Vernon: So behave yourself, Harry!
Harry: I will if she does! *Cry* Actually, this could work to my advantage. Uncle Vernon? *Puppy dog eyes* I have a favor to ask you....
Vernon: Okay, what is it you want?
Harry: If I’m a perfect little nephew who tells Aunt Marge as many nasty stories about myself and my family as you want... will you pweddy pwease sign a permission slip for my school?! *Puppy dog pout*
Vernon: Gyaaa... okay, okay! Now wipe that ridiculous smile off your face!
[In preparation, Harry sends Hedwig to live with Ron, so as not to attract attention.]
[Aunt Marge arrives shortly thereafter.]
Aunt Marge: *Singsong voice* Hellooooo everyone, it’s meeeee! I’m faaaaat and uuuuuugly and meeeeeeeean just like my brother! And I hate Haaaaaaarry Poooooooottteeeeeeeer tooooooo!
Harry: Why me?
Aunt Marge: So, where’s little Duddly Wuddly?!
Dudley: Oh, perfect, you’re going to speak to me like I’m five years old....
Petunia: Oh, just play along. What do you think you get an allowance for?
Aunt Marge: Oh, and if you’re going to have some tea, give my dog some, too. I spoil my pets.
Harry: But not like Hagrid does, oh, no. She spoils them in the mean way because she’s Uncle Vernon’s sister and her pets aren’t magical.
Petunia: I hate dogs. And animals in general. Oh, well- it’s not like I torture them or anything.
Aunt Marge: So, Harry. Did I mention how charitable your aunt and uncle are for not dumping you in an orphanage?
Harry: Well, considering how people raised in orphanages tend to turn out.... I’m thinking of Tom Riddle here.
Vernon: Yeah, we send him to a school for incurably criminal boys. Isn’t that right, Harry?
Harry: Ah... yeah, that’s right. Where children are trained into lawlessness by a seemingly-benevolent dictator.
Aunt Marge: 0.o Well... okay then. Do they use the cane?
Harry: Yeah, it’s named Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape.
Aunt Marge: You don’t seem all that disturbed by it.
Harry: Oh, should I be? [to self] It’s not like someone as evil as this lady could be right about anything, after all. Is it?
[So, life goes on, and Aunt Marge keeps tormenting Harry by saying how rotten he is, and how he was clearly born that way.]
Aunt Marge: After all, if there’s something wrong with the bitch there’s something wrong with the pup, I always say!
Harry: That’s not right either!
[Just then, Aunt Marge’s wine glass explodes.]
Aunt Marge: Eh, whatever, I have a firm grip!
Dursleys: *Sigh of relief*
[So, one day they’re eating dinner together.]
Aunt Marge: You know, Harry sure does look awfully thin, doesn’t he? Since Dudley is clearly healthy that must mean that Harry has bad breeding.
Harry: Mmm... that’s wrong, that’s wrong... blood doesn’t matter, blood doesn’t matter....
Aunt Marge: [to Petunia] Of course, it’s not your fault- it must be your sister’s. Oh, and her husband’s, of course- did that man even work?
Vernon: Ah... no.
Harry: That’s only because he had such a large inheritance he didn’t need to work.... OH WHAT AM I SAYING?! SHE’S ABSOLUTELY RIGHT!! SHE’S WRONG ABOUT ME BECAUSE SHE’S WRONG ABOUT MY PARENTS!!!
Aunt Marge: Oh, Harry, your father was a lazy good-for-nothing; it’s no wonder you’re following in his footsteps.
Harry: My father was not a lazy good-for-nothing! I have better blood than that, you know!
[Just then, Aunt Marge starts to inflate and rise out of her chair!]
Vernon: Damn you, Harry!
Harry: Whoops, gotta run! [He grabs his trunk and runs away from home.]
Oh, man, I adore this chapter! It’s hilarious how much of what Aunt Marge says turns out to be absolutely right!
Dudley: Mum, Dad, I’m so glad you installed a TV in the kitchen. It’s so hard to walk between the kitchen and the living room- thank you so much for helping me perfect my role as fat, lazy slob!
Vernon: Well, it’s not like we can actually look respectable.
Harry: Not this shit again....
[Just then, Sirius Black appears on TV!]
Vernon: Well, would you look at that? A serial killer appeared out of the blue.
Harry: Gee, I wonder if that could be somehow important....
Vernon: You know... that program hasn’t said anything about where this Black person came from. I wonder if that’s suspicious at all. Oh, no, this wouldn’t have anything to do with Harry, would it?!
Harry: Don’t look at me- I only just now heard of the man.
Vernon: They should reinstate the death penalty so they could hang him. Honestly, if only there was a sadistic prison where people were locked up without trial and tortured to death. Wouldn’t that be nice...? Oh, by the way, my sister is coming to town.
Harry: Oh, no....
Vernon: So behave yourself, Harry!
Harry: I will if she does! *Cry* Actually, this could work to my advantage. Uncle Vernon? *Puppy dog eyes* I have a favor to ask you....
Vernon: Okay, what is it you want?
Harry: If I’m a perfect little nephew who tells Aunt Marge as many nasty stories about myself and my family as you want... will you pweddy pwease sign a permission slip for my school?! *Puppy dog pout*
Vernon: Gyaaa... okay, okay! Now wipe that ridiculous smile off your face!
[In preparation, Harry sends Hedwig to live with Ron, so as not to attract attention.]
[Aunt Marge arrives shortly thereafter.]
Aunt Marge: *Singsong voice* Hellooooo everyone, it’s meeeee! I’m faaaaat and uuuuuugly and meeeeeeeean just like my brother! And I hate Haaaaaaarry Poooooooottteeeeeeeer tooooooo!
Harry: Why me?
Aunt Marge: So, where’s little Duddly Wuddly?!
Dudley: Oh, perfect, you’re going to speak to me like I’m five years old....
Petunia: Oh, just play along. What do you think you get an allowance for?
Aunt Marge: Oh, and if you’re going to have some tea, give my dog some, too. I spoil my pets.
Harry: But not like Hagrid does, oh, no. She spoils them in the mean way because she’s Uncle Vernon’s sister and her pets aren’t magical.
Petunia: I hate dogs. And animals in general. Oh, well- it’s not like I torture them or anything.
Aunt Marge: So, Harry. Did I mention how charitable your aunt and uncle are for not dumping you in an orphanage?
Harry: Well, considering how people raised in orphanages tend to turn out.... I’m thinking of Tom Riddle here.
Vernon: Yeah, we send him to a school for incurably criminal boys. Isn’t that right, Harry?
Harry: Ah... yeah, that’s right. Where children are trained into lawlessness by a seemingly-benevolent dictator.
Aunt Marge: 0.o Well... okay then. Do they use the cane?
Harry: Yeah, it’s named Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape.
Aunt Marge: You don’t seem all that disturbed by it.
Harry: Oh, should I be? [to self] It’s not like someone as evil as this lady could be right about anything, after all. Is it?
[So, life goes on, and Aunt Marge keeps tormenting Harry by saying how rotten he is, and how he was clearly born that way.]
Aunt Marge: After all, if there’s something wrong with the bitch there’s something wrong with the pup, I always say!
Harry: That’s not right either!
[Just then, Aunt Marge’s wine glass explodes.]
Aunt Marge: Eh, whatever, I have a firm grip!
Dursleys: *Sigh of relief*
[So, one day they’re eating dinner together.]
Aunt Marge: You know, Harry sure does look awfully thin, doesn’t he? Since Dudley is clearly healthy that must mean that Harry has bad breeding.
Harry: Mmm... that’s wrong, that’s wrong... blood doesn’t matter, blood doesn’t matter....
Aunt Marge: [to Petunia] Of course, it’s not your fault- it must be your sister’s. Oh, and her husband’s, of course- did that man even work?
Vernon: Ah... no.
Harry: That’s only because he had such a large inheritance he didn’t need to work.... OH WHAT AM I SAYING?! SHE’S ABSOLUTELY RIGHT!! SHE’S WRONG ABOUT ME BECAUSE SHE’S WRONG ABOUT MY PARENTS!!!
Aunt Marge: Oh, Harry, your father was a lazy good-for-nothing; it’s no wonder you’re following in his footsteps.
Harry: My father was not a lazy good-for-nothing! I have better blood than that, you know!
[Just then, Aunt Marge starts to inflate and rise out of her chair!]
Vernon: Damn you, Harry!
Harry: Whoops, gotta run! [He grabs his trunk and runs away from home.]
Oh, man, I adore this chapter! It’s hilarious how much of what Aunt Marge says turns out to be absolutely right!
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Date: 2011-08-13 03:39 pm (UTC)Harry: Ah... yeah, that’s right. Where children are trained into lawlessness by a seemingly-benevolent dictator.
QFT
Aunt Marge: You don’t seem all that disturbed by it.
Harry: Oh, should I be? [to self] It’s not like someone as evil as this lady could be right about anything, after all. Is it?
Nor does he seem all that disturbed by what he endured under the Dursleys.
Oh, man, I adore this chapter! It’s hilarious how much of what Aunt Marge says turns out to be absolutely right!
Is there a place where Marge meets Rita Skeeter and they share their experiences of being right but unjustifiably maligned?