You had me at Dudley's lie about rats in the toilet and Harry's subsequent constipation. Poor kid. I think we can all relate to that kind of fear, so you did well to drag us all into Harry's adult ones. I loved Harry's sad yearly ritual of confession, and you nailed the horror on the head with that horrid hybrid of a scarecrow. Everytime you mentioned another bodily fluid or liquid that Harry spilled on that spot, I was waiting for some arcane reanimation ritual to be initiated. Truly horrific! Happy Halloween!