Отрыла тут Философский камень на английском... и припала.
Попался первым момент с письмом к Гарри.
И там же...
такая семейная идиллия! По Даддли с Гарри попадалась всего пара фиков, где они прям в нормальных отношениях и даже бест бро, что прямо удивительно. Это же так естественно ложится в оригинал, что ащащащ.
По сути, они могли бы столько намутить.
И магичность Гарри была бы не помехой, а скорее: бонусом.
Уже не раз писали про то, что Гарри не так уж плохо жилось, если...
ну вот, например, он так между делом готовится прочесть письмо прямо ПЕРЕД ДУРСЛЯМИ ахаха.
Спишем на шок.
Однааако ВСЯ ЭТА СЦЕЕЕНА.
Turning the envelope over, his hand trembling, Harry saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H.
“Hurry up, boy!” shouted Uncle Vernon from the kitchen. “What are you doing, checking for letter bombs?” He chuckled at his own joke.
Harry went back to the kitchen, still staring at his letter. He handed Uncle Vernon the bill and the postcard,
sat down, and slowly began to open the yellow envelope. <...>
“Dad!” said Dudley suddenly.
“Dad, Harry’s got something!”Harry
was on the point of unfolding his letter, which was written on the same heavy parchment as the envelope, when it was jerked sharply out of his hand by Uncle Vernon.
“That’s
mine!” said Harry, trying to snatch it back. (!!)
Якобы забитый мальчик ведёт себя весьма уверенно). “Who’d be writing to
you?” sneered Uncle Vernon, shaking the letter open with one hand and glancing at it. His face went from red to green faster than a set of traffic lights. And it didn’t stop there. Within seconds it was the grayish white of old porridge.
“P-P-Petunia!” he gasped.
Dudley tried to grab the letter to read it тоже не отстаёт , but Uncle Vernon held it high out of his reach. Aunt Petunia took it curiously and read the first line. For a moment it looked as though she might faint. She clutched her throat and made a choking noise.
“Vernon!”
<...>
“
I want to read that letter,” he said loudly.
Даддли, молодца)). “
I want to read it,” said Harry
furiously (!!), “as it’s
mine.”
Гарри, молодца тоже! “Get out,
both of you,” croaked Uncle Vernon, stuffing the letter back inside its envelope.
Вернон, жги! Harry didn’t move.
“I WANT MY LETTER!” he shouted. ахаха.
“
Let me see it!” demanded Dudley.
лооол.
“OUT!” roared Uncle Vernon, and he took both Harry and Dudley by the scruffs of their necks and threw them into the hall, slamming the kitchen door behind them. Harry and Dudley promptly had a furious but silent fight over who would listen at the keyhole; Dudley won, so Harry, his glasses dangling from one ear, lay flat on his stomach to listen at the crack between door and floor.
(с)
В общем: ШИК.
Никогда не пойму, зачем столько фиков про кругом обиженного и избитого Гарри. Было бы куда интереснее почитать фики про Гарри-тролля, который держит там всю семью в постоянной движухе). Как, собственно, и есть в книгах.
