Harry's second summer with a bedroom went much like his first: most days he tried to sprinkle just enough piss around the upstairs carpets to go unnoticed, most nights he emptied himself under his bed or in the closet, whichever was drier, and most Sundays were a free for all where he focused on the downstairs and other bedrooms.

As before, Sundays were his favorite. The Dursleys certainly weren't any nicer to him, so Sundays when he could focus on uriniating on their things, knowing how much they would hate it, felt like a much deserved revenge.

One Sunday after Dudley and his gang had beaten Harry the day before, Harry tried something a little risky, but very satisfying. He stripped completely naked, and then put on all of the cloths in Dudley's second wardrobe. That wardrobe held Dudley's good clothes that he only wore on Sundays for church. He probably would not be looking in the wardrobe again until the following week.

Harry wore all of the clothes layered one atop the other. There were probably twenty outfits he was wearing all at once. They were easy to layer because of how roomy they were on Harry's skinny frame compared to his chunky cousin. They added a lot of fluffy cushioning and made Harry feel like he had to waddle around like a toddler in order to move. He thought that was pretty ironic considering his plan.

Harry waddled to Dudley's closet, moved the shoe rack out of his way, and sat in his 20 pairs of Dudley's trousers on the carpet.

He hadn't peed for the whole night, saving it for today instead and hoping it would be particularly yellow and smelly. However, trying to pee in his trousers without taking his prick out was harder than he expected. Just like his first time climbing under a bed to piss, his body did not want to obey.

After a few minutes of pushing he strained hard enough to feel warmth suddenly blossom and drip down to his balls. The next spurt of urine came easier despite the first layer of cloth clinging wetly to remind him it was there. The third was easier still and then the familiar heat was all around his groin and felt just like when he pissed into the carpets.

He let the rest of his morning pee flow easily through one layer of trousers into the next and the next, through the entire stack of trousers, making them soggy and heavy with wetness. He let out a deep sigh as he emptied himself.

When he was done, he strained again one last time to try and get the last few drops out. After a final spurt, Harry wiggled back and fourth against the closet carpeting in the sodden trousers just to hear the juicy squishing. There was a lot of urine trapped in the clothes, hugging his cock and butt. He was quite satisfied with himself.

Peeling himself back out of the trousers was less pleasant and he quickly discovered he would have to wring them all out before he folded them back up and hid them away or else they would never be dry in time for next Sunday. To top it off, so much of him was damp that he felt sticky and had to take a shower as well. Cleaning up, as it were, was unpleasant.

As glad as he was for having done it, Harry knew he wouldn't do that particular thing again.

Things returned to normal.

And then they brought home Marge.

Marge was somehow even worse than the rest of the family. She was meaner, and incredibly watchful of him - especially when he was near her room. Unlike everyone else who tried their hardest to ignore him, she wanted to know where he was and what he was doing at all times.

The one, very minor, positive to her presence were the dogs, who very blatantly pissed puddles into the carpet. It allowed Harry to occasionally get away with doing the same, and blaming it on the dogs.

Of course Vernon was livid with the filthy beasts, Patunia seemed faint with disgust, and Dudley thought it was funny.

Marge was aghast and insisted her dogs knew better, and that it simply must be Harry's fault somehow. If only she knew how right she was.

Of course Harry was made to clean it up. He hated the cleaning and the arcid smell of dog piss was terrible, so it wasn't much of an upside.

It was only a matter of time before she got the better of him and he accidentally blew her up, saw a massive dog, discovered the knight bus while fleeing, and found himself at the Leaky.