Harry Potter and the Triangle Prophecy - Sahits

“Nothing! Five pounds a day that cost us!” his aunt screeched, as though this represented afortune. Harry groaned.“You’re not serious? You actually expect me to fix the roof?” He stared back and forthbetween their two equally-repugnant faces. He folded his arms and held his ground. “Well,you can’t make me.”Vernon folded his paper and raised his eyebrows at his wife. “You hear that, Petunia? Fromthe ingrate who’s lived here for sixteen years--”“Fifteen-and-a-half,” Harry corrected him.“--eating our food and wearing the clothes our money bought him--”“--clothes that were Dud--er, someone else’s first--”“--and this is the way he responds when we ask him to do us a tiny favor...”“Tiny!” Harry exploded. “You want me to fix the bloody roof!”“Not just fix--replace. Completely. It’s been ages. No good in repairing something that old.Needs an entirely new covering.”Harry’s jaw dropped. “You must be mad. I am not replacing the roof. I am working for Dickstarting tomorrow, and that’s final.”“Final, he says,” Vernon said in a musing voice, standing to leave. “Final. Do you hear that,Petunia?” His voice had become soft and sing-song. She nodded, her mouth very thin. “Final.Well,” he went on, his voice louder and more menacing now. “We’ll just see about that.”And with a knowing and triumphant look, he stalked out of the kitchen to go to work at theGrunnings Drill factory. Harry frowned after him. Brilliant. A row with my uncle at thebeginning of the summer. Just what I need.But Harry had a queasy feeling about this. What, exactly, did Vernon Dursley mean by We’lljust see about that?* * * * *Harry talked with Aberforth on the phone after eating lunch; the next morning he was to be atMrs. Figg’s at eight o’clock sharp for Sam to drive him and Draco to the estate where they’dplanted the trees during the previous summer. They were doing more elaborate landscapingon the grounds, building a garden folly to look like a Greek temple and putting in a lot ofshrubbery which would then be carefully sculpted. Harry was looking forward to the job. Hespent the day alternately sunning himself in the garden and, when he grew bored, he pulledsome weeds or pruned some roses and made a mental note that the bench needed a coat ofpaint. And then he remembered that in the fuss over the roof, he hadn’t had a chance toregister his displeasure with the order to take Dunkirk on walks. As if that dog would doanything he wanted him to! He wondered whether the real goal all along had been to turn himinto Dunkirk’s walker, and the roof was just a diversion.6