Script

Title: The Worst Birthday Ever

Setting: 4 Privet Drive. Setting is taking place at Dursley kitchen where pots and pans are everywhere as if they had cooked a meal for a small army. Than again cooking for Dudley is like a small army. The kitchen is an absolute mess. You can see the small particles of food all over on the floor from the area where Dudley sat. He put so much food in his mouth at such a rapid tempo that some of the victuals were not able to make it in his mouth.

Dramatic Personae:

Harry Potter – wizard who just finished his first year from wizardry school and is spending the summer with the Dursley family and is getting treated like a prisoner.
Vernon Dursley - uncle of Harry, owner of the household and isn’t afraid of showing that he is in control, owner of a company that sells drills
Dudley Dursley – spoiled overfed brat who is the son of Vernon and Petunia
Petunia Dursley – the aunt of Harry and mother of Dudley, who is blinded by love for her son that she does not see any flaws in him

Act 1, Scene 1

(Dursley family and Harry are eating breakfast in their kitchen)

Camera shot of the entire kitchen after breakfast had been cooked

Pan shot showing the pots and pans all over the place

Dudley (in his annoying raspy tone): I want more bacon!

Camera shot of Dudley’s face being covered by his plate because he is devouring all of his food.

(Dudley pounds his massive boulder like fists on the table)

Petunia (in a sweet caring voice) (turning all misty eyes on her massive son): There is more in the frying pan, sweetums.

(Petunia points to her right which is where the frying pan was located)

(Dudley snatches the frying pan filled with bacon and fills up his plate with his third serving)

Vernon (in a bold voice): Pass me the frying pan.

(Vernon points at the frying pan with the remaining pieces of bacon)

(Dudley reaches for the bacon to pass to his father)

Harry (in a sarcastic tone): You’ve forgotten the MAGIC word.

(Dudley fell of his chair and came crashing to the floor the instant he hears the word magic)

Shake camera implying the whole kitchen shook the moment Dudley hit the floor

Petunia (in petrified voice): OH MY GOSH!!!

(Petunia holds her hands to her cheeks with her jaw literally on the floor)

(Mr. and Mrs. Dursley rush to aid their fallen son)

Harry (in worried tone): I meant ‘please’ not-

Petunia (frantic and is speaking quickly): Is he breathing? Should I call an ambulance? Speak to me, sweetums.

(Petunia trying to shake her son back to consciousness)

Vernon (interrupts in a thundering tone while spraying spit all over the place): WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU, ABOUT USING THE M WORD?

Close up shot of the spit coming of Vernon’s mouth as he is talking.

Harry: I just-

Vernon (in compete and utter rage): I WILL NOT TOLERATE YOUR ABNORMALITY UNDER MY ROOF!!!
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Harry: But-

Vernon (still in rant and rave mode): BUT NOTHING!

(Harry scans the room and sees that is uncle is completely red in rage while his aunt was as pale as a ghost)

Pan shot of the Dursley family in complete disarray.

Harry (in a meek tone): Okay.

(Uncle Vernon finally seats himself like a winded rhinoceros and gives Harry a cold stare as if to say “I’m watching you!”)

(Harry slowly walks up to his room in disappointment.)

(Soliloquy) Harry (sobbing): Why me? This is so unfair. How am I supposed to practice magic if all my stuff is locked up? I just wish that Uncle Vernon would just die of a heart attack or something. GGRRRR!! Go to hell! Of all the days? It has to be on MY birthday. No cake. No present. No card. No nothing. All I get is scolded at, just like every single day.

Close up camera shot of Harry’s tears

(15 minutes later after Dudley has recovered from his trauma)

(Vernon has summoned Harry to come back downstairs)

Vernon (clears his throat and begins to announce): Now, as we all know, today is a very important day.

(Harry’s face lights up with loads of joy thinking that they remembered that it was his birthday.)

Camera shot of Harry’s eyes lighting up with pure delight.

Vernon: This could be the biggest day of my career. The drill company might get this huge deal with this rich builder. Let’s run the schedule. At eight o’clock, Petunia, you will be-

Petunia (responding quickly): In the lounge, waiting to graciously to welcome our guests to our exquisite home.

Vernon (nodding his head in approval): Good, good. And Dudley?

(Vernon looks over to Dudley)

Dudley (jovial): Waiting to open the door and say “May I take you coats?”

Vernon: Yes!

(Vernon gives thumbs up to his son)

(Vernon now looks over to Harry)

Vernon (voice changes to an angry tone when saying ‘you’ and looks at Harry): And you?

(Vernon looks down upon Harry and points at him with his index finger)

Harry (reluctantly): In my room, making no noise and pretending not to exist at all.

(Vernon continues to ramble on about the scheduling as Harry just puts his head down in grief)

(Harry goes to his room as the Dursley family prepares for their guests)

Harry (singing in sorrow manner): Happy birthday to me…

(Door bell rings)

Vernon (in his booming tone): SHOW TIME!