3 Works in Dudley Dursley & Ginny Weasley
Quando Harry fez onze anos, sua carta de Hogwarts foi entregue por uma coruja. Ele vinha acidentalmente irrompendo janelas abertas e ateando fogo em couve-flor havia anos. James levou Harry para comprar sua varina no Olivaras, e Lily levou Dudley ao Empório das Corujas onde ele tentou convencê-la que deveriam construir um aviário no quintal dos fundos. Eles voltaram para casa com um gordo gato preto que rosnava para todos. Dudley lhe deu o nome de Susto, e Lily o chamava de Monstro.
“Você tinha mesmo?” disse James. “Essa é a fera mais malvada que eu já vi, e eu conheci o Remus não medicado durante luas cheias e um Sirius pubescente frustrado no amor.”
Lily, que estava com tinta na bochecha e uma caneta esferográfica pendurada atrás da orelha, gesticulou vagamente para a sala de estar sem levantar os olhos do seu relatório de detenção. Dudley estava adormecido numa poltrona. O gato estava esparramado pelo seu colo. Ambas as patas dianteiras estavam enroladas em volta do braço de Dudley enquanto o gato limpava seu pulso com agressivo afeto.
“Tá bom,” disse James. “Yeah, você tinha.”
- Part 4 of boy with a scar - traduções
- Português brasileiro
When Harry was eleven years old, his Hogwarts letter came by owl. He'd been accidentally blowing windows open and lighting cauliflower on fire for years. James took Harry to go get his wand at Ollivanders, and Lily took Dudley to the Owl Emporium where he tried to convince her they should build an aviary in the backyard. They came home with a fat black cat who hissed at everyone. Dudley named him Spooks, and Lily called him Monster.
"Did you have to?" said James. "That is the meanest beast I've ever met, and I've known Remus unmedicated on full moons and a pubescent Sirius thwarted in love."
Lily, who had ink on her cheek and a ballpoint pen stuck behind her ear, waved vaguely at the living room without looking up from her arrest report. Dudley was asleep in an armchair. The cat sprawled across his lap. Both its front paws were wrapped around Dudley's arm as it cleaned his wrist with aggressive fondness.
"Alright," said James. "Yeah, you had to."
- Part 14 of boy with a scar
Lily remembered her sister, how there had been a time she was curious and delighted about magic, before it slowly sank in that she could look and not touch.
The last thing Petunia had said to Lily before she died was a chilly goodbye, ending a holiday dinner where they'd had a shrieking row in the entryway. Petunia had said freak and Lily had hissed better than this, better than this being my whole fucking world, Tune, do you even see yourself, are you happy--
And now here was Dudley Vernon Dursley fussing himself to sleep as Lily walked the halls of the Godric's Hollow house. His tiny soft hands with their tiny soft fingernails curled under her chin, the same way Harry always had.
She passed James, who was gently bouncing his way up the hall the opposite way. "I think he's asleep," James mouthed over Harry's tousled head. His hair was the same mess, bent down to peer at his sleeping son.
Lily stopped where she stood, her nephew heavy on her chest, her husband smiling, her sister buried. "James," she said. "How are we going to do this?"
- Part 12 of boy with a scar