Baljeet Rai : The Boy

Chapter 1
~*•Baljeet's POV•*~ THWUMP, THWUMP, THWUMP. That's Aunt Mathilde stomping down the hallway to the cupboard under the stairs. Yes, that is where I sleep. I open the door in my pajamas and come to the kitchen, only to see my idiot cousin, Thaddeus. Aunt Mathilde shouts at me: "Cook the eggs, you lazy little pig! I want everything to be perfect for little sweetykins's birthday." , at the end of the sentence when she says "for little sweetykin's birthday" she starts petting Thaddeus in the most babyish way. I just ignore her and saunter over to the frying pans, greasy and sticky from Aunt Mathilde's disgraceful cooking. Thaddeus smirks at me in a very annoying manner. Even if it is his bloody birthday, I don't care. He doesn't deserve a birthday. Right then, I notice a very strange sizzling noise coming from the pan. I look down and notice the eggs have burnt through the pan and left a big, melty hole in the middle. Bloody hell. I'm in trouble now. "Boy?! What have you done to my pan?!" yells Aunt Mathilde. "Wh-ih- I DON'T KNOW!!" I shout. Right then, I look back over at the pan and it's completely mended. That's not the only strange thing that happened to me. The other week I was using the train, then a minute later I was on the bus! Then, I was on an aeroplane! And then I was at my destination! Also, whenever my hair is cut it instantly grows back! Once, Uncle Reg shaved all of it off so I was completely bald, and the next day all of the hair was back on my head!! Anyway, I show Aunt Mathilde the pan has been fixed, and she just glares at me angrily. Then Uncle Reg stomps down the stairs and stares at me. "Cut your hair." he snaps, ruffling Thaddeus's hair and sitting down to read the paper. "Happy Birthday, Boy." he says. "You. Get dressed. Auntie Meg is coming around." he says, addressing me. Uh-oh. Not Auntie Meg. She drives me just about insane.

Chapter 2
Auntie Meg has just arrived for Thaddeus's birthday. Ughhh… this is terrible! I'm stuck here making the dinner to hear Auntie Meg insulting me, like I'm not there, and I feel myself getting angrier and angrier. "Oh, Mathilde. Why is it that… he takes forever to cook?" she says. "Megan, Megan, Megan… you haven't the slightest idea! He can't even cook egg properly! He burns them to a crisp! And the other day he spilled milk all over my shoes!" replies Aunt Mathilde. As much as I hate to say it… or think it— actually, it gives me great joy to think that even though it was an accident, I'm bloody well glad I did spill that milk on your horrid shoes. "And you know, he's not the best looking either." "Yes, especially that awful scar." as a matter of fact, Mathilde, I happen to love my scar. "Ughh… yes, he's got too many silly faults. I don't see why you took him in in the first place." "Yes, well —" "SHUT UP!!" I yell, cutting her off. "DONT YOU HAVE THE SLIGHTEST BIT OF RESPECT FOR ME?!" I give Auntie Meg a "Get out of here right now before I punch your bloomin' lights out" look, and the most peculair thing starts to happen. Her stomach seems to be slowly getting rounder and larger, but she doesn't notice. Then she notices her coat feels rather tight, and one of the buttons of her coat flies off and hits Aunt Mathilde in the eye. Then there is a sound where the seams are trying to hold together, but can't, and then her chair starts pushing further away from the table because she's getting so big. Then her face is getting rounder and her cheeks are getting swollen, like a big pig. Next, her fingers look like big sausages, and her stockings start to rip. She is like a huge inflating balloon. And she's even more like a balloon when she starts to float out of the window, still getting fatter, and fatter, till she can barely fit. Auntie Mathilde and Uncle Reg run outside, followed by Thaddeus, to get her back. Reg grabs her legs but she just pulls him in to mid-air as well. Then Aunt Mathilde grabs Uncle Reg's legs, but the same thing happens. Eventually, they have no other choice but to let go.

Chapter 3
Of course, they blame me. Again. How could I possibly have done it?! But, I hear a big knock on the door. Aunt Mathilde rushes to the door, looking rather flustered. At the door it is a big gruff man, he looks rather like a giant, actually, and he has long shaggy black hair and a big shaggy black beard, so you can only see his eyes. " 'Ello," he says in a gruff voice. "I'm 'ere for Baljeet Rai." "And just who are you?" asked Aunt Mathilde. "'Allow me to introduce meself," he says, bowing. "I am Professor Rubeus Hagrid, I work at 'ogwarts School for Witchcraft 'nd Wizardry. I do hope you're familiar with it, your sister India attended." he says. Aunt Mathilde freezes. So Hagrid makes his way inside. "So where is this boy o' yers?" he says. "Under the stairs…" says Aunt Mathilde,"Thats his bedroom." "Well, that's no way to treat a child!" he says. He opens the door and invites me out. "If you're not already aware, this boy o' yers is a wizard, like his dear mother and father," he says. "Oh, how I miss India and Arren. Such nice people…" he says, wiping a tear from his eye. I do the same.