Houses Competition: Year 2, Round 2

House: Hufflepuff

Year: 3

Category: Drabble

Prompt: Accidental Magic

Word Count: 454

Beta: Zoe, Aya


Tags: OOC Petunia Dursley, Pre-Philosopher's Stone


A Haircut or Two


Petunia couldn't help but admire her handiwork as she stared at her six-year-old nephew's neatly trimmed hair. It broke her heart a bit to see the tears in his emerald eyes, but his eyesight was poor enough without having his hair obstruct it.

She knew Harry had a peculiar attachment to his hair, and it had taken her threatening to cut him off of hot chocolate for a week if he didn't sit down to let her trim his hair. She had also promised to make him an extra cup that evening if he complied. He had sat down reluctantly, lower lip trembling as the sound of clacking of the scissors filled the small bedroom he shared with her son.

She smiled at the little boy through the reflection and patted his head affectionately. He gave her a reluctant grin and hopped off the stool to join Dudley downstairs. Once he left the room, Petunia bent down and cleared the locks of black hair off the floor, trashing them in the bin between the plain dresser and the cupboard.

When she went downstairs, the two boys were leaping around the living room, yelling in pirate-speak. She watched them play for a few minutes before heading to the kitchen to make the promised cup of hot chocolate.

Minutes later, when she called the boys to the kitchen, she was startled to see that Harry had hair in his eyes again. As he took a seat at the table, he grinned happily at her while pushing the hair out of his face. She wondered if she'd somehow missed a spot or something, and waits patiently for him to finish his drink. When he finished, she asked him to come to her so she could examine his hair in the light.

She beckoned him to follow her upstairs again and when she took hold of the scissors, he sighed in defeat. She cut his hair, trying to be more careful in her second attempt. Satisfied, she swooped down to clear the locks and when she rose back up, his hair looked like she'd never cut it at all.

She had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, and pursing her lips, she gave him a stern look. He stopped grinning at her as she determinedly chopped his hair off again, but this time, the scissors simply stopped snipping at his hair. She tried to tell herself that they'd simply became blunt with use, but she didn't really believe that. Inhaling deeply, she tried again but failed just as before.

"Stop doing that!" she hissed, her patience wearing thin.

"I'm not doing anything!" he insisted.

That's what Lily had said the first time it'd happened.