:Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: discussion

Home of the Dursleys and Harry James Potter.

Harry Potter awoke to the sounds of Dudley, his overfed cousin, running up and down on the staircase shouting, “Get up! Get up!” Harry obliged with slight hesitation as he opened the small door that led to his small room. Harry slept and played with his small horse and knight toys here, in the cupboard under the stairs.
He looked up as dust began to fall on his head and spiders started to crawl around. He stepped out of the cupboard, having already opened the door. But, something stopped him. Dudley slammed the cupboard door in Harry’s face, making Harry wince and have to reopen the cupboard. Then, at last, he managed to get out and go to the living room to cook breakfast for the Dursley’s.

Harry looked over his shoulder, frowning at the Dursley’s. Then he went back to making the scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. Harry almost forgot about the coffee, so he rushed over and filled Petunia and Vernon’s coffee mugs, then gave Dudley chocolate milk as he had forced Harry into doing.

Once Harry had finished, he sighed, and put their food on the plates. Then he walked over to the dining table and set their food down in front of them. Harry then backed away, and began to do the dishes.

((If anyone who has claimed a Dursley could start Roleplaying here, that'd be great. Thank you!))

((I claimed Petunia? I know you said you wanted Vernon claimed but yeah, if you want I could post or something?))

((Sure, if you wanna.

Petunia had a rather strange look on her face when her nephew entered the kitchen. She hated that little... as she told herself. But did she really hate him? Petunia didn't know anymore. She had spent years acting and she was way to far into the act to back down now. When she realized Harry almost forgot their coffee, she glanced at Vernon's face which was quickly becoming red, she patted his hand and gripped her cup of coffee. "Boy! Hurry up with the dishes quickly and then get to your chores" Petunia said, her voice sounded as if she was annoyed. "Or no food for another week."

((I don't actually know how good this is, I was trying to look at how she acted in the first book as I was writing this, but I don't know how well it actually is))

((It’s completely fine! Better than other ones I’ve seen lmao))

Harry winced and hurried to finish the dishes. When he had done them, Harry made his way towards where the broom and dust pin were, grabbed them, and began sweeping. He did this for a while until he put the broom and dust pin away, and began scrubbing the kitchen walls.

((Sorry if my responses are short. I’m doing multiple things at a time—))

Hearing the familiar sound of paper going through their door hole, Harry stopped what he was doing and went to go grab the mail. He took a look at each slip, until he almost stopped breathing. A letter had been signed to him. He gaped at it for a long moment, before he finally resided his thoughts and walked into the living room. He handed Vernon the mail, looked at Aunt Petunia, and scowled at Dudley. He then turned his back and was just tearing it open when Dudley shouted, “Look! Harry’s got a letter!” Dudley prodded his way over, somehow carrying his chubby self over to the much skinnier Harry. Dudley then snatched the letter from Harry’s grip, and made his way over to Vernon and Petunia, waving the letter in his chunky hand.

After telling Harry about his chores, Petunia went silent and drank her coffee. When her little Duddykins came closer to her and Vernon with a letter in his hand, her heart stopped as she stood quickly and snatched the letter from Duddly. Without a second thought, she opened the letter and quickly scanned her eyes over it. It can't be her mind thought as her breath started to speed up. "Vernon.." Petunia muttered as she flung the letter at her husband and sank back onto the couch.

((I know I just started this with you, but I don't know how much I'll be able to reply today. You see, today I'm celebrating Christmas so I'm trying not to really be online, so I can spend time with my family))

((Completely understandable! Go spend time with your family! You don’t have to reply in a rush. I’ll have my message waiting for whenever you’re open.))

“Hey! Give me my letter!” Harry shouted. He saw the look on Petunia’s face and became 10x more curious. He ran for the letter when she had ‘thrown’ it to Vernon. ‘I want my letter, I really want my letter! C’mon, c’mon!’ He thought. But, he was unable to snatch it.

((I’ll just go ahead and play as Vernon until someone claims him, unless you want to. Or we could take turns.))

((But, please! Go have your family time with—Family—That sentence was not how I pictured.))

((Sorry sorry, I'm back. You're good with playing Vernon :) I don't know how well I'd play as him))

Petunia ran a thin hand over her pale face and began to mutter, "How did they find us? I mean..." Her muttering trailed off. She knew what she had to do. Just like Vernon and her had been hiding that boy's m-word from him, they'd hide the letters. With a shaking breath, she glanced up at Vernon, waiting for his reaction.

Vernon looked at Petunia, then Harry, and barked a laugh, "Who'd be writing to you?!" Vernon snapped. He then saw the look on Petunia's face, and quickly turned his eyes to the letter. Vernon gasped, and shook his head. Vernon stood up and walked over to the fireplace, set it alight, and burned the letter.

"Hey! That was my letter!" Harry shouted. He crossed his arms, frustrated.

((Time to change things up a bit!))

Out of nowhere, the sky dimmed. There was some sort of spell that had been cast around the house. Then, there was a large BANG! at the front door. And another. And another. Until, finally, a large giant stepped through the house door.

Petunia let out a shriek and grabbed her Duddykins by the arm and pulled him closer to her, "You don't think they've found us? Do you honey" She whispered to Vernon as she screamed when the door blew off the wall and a large giant stepped through the doorway.

The man stared at them for a moment, before he shushed them, and turned towards the door, “Sorry ‘bout tha’..” He pulled the door back up, and it slammed into place. “I’m lookin’ for ‘Arry. ‘Arry Potter.” The large man spoke in a large, sort-of deep tone of voice, but he hadn’t harmed them.. Yet, perhaps.
Harry was hiding in a corner of the kitchen, completely shaken. He did not know this.. person. He was unsure how the man knew him.
“Potter? W-we don’t know who that is!” Vernon had grabbed a gun off a nearby racket, pointing it at the man, “You are breaking and entering!”
“Don’ be silly with me, Dursley. I know he’s ‘ere. That him?” The giant pointed a very strange, pink umbrella to Dudley, who shook his head no in repeat.

((Imma do a few time skips. No worry, this isn’t the only roleplay I’ve done a time skip with. It’s just so Harry gets to the train and all.))