Dudley:

Summer had just begun. The sun was blazing, the birds were singing and children everywhere were rejoicing their new-found freedom. Well, most children...

"You did what!?"

So loud was this yell from the Dursley household that nearly every wife on Privet Drive stopped what they were doing, turned down the volume on their favourite soap and just sat back and listened to the real life drama that the Dursleys' provided them with on a daily basis.

"Fat camp! What the hell do I need to go to fat camp for?"

Every summer was always the same. Petunia Dursley would recieve yet another letter from that meddling school nurse claiming that, for whatever reason, her son needed to lose weight. Whether it be, 'we don't stock uniform in that size' or 'he sat on little Suzie Walters and she's still hospitalised'. It always came down to one thing; diets. But after three summers of unsuccesful dieting Petunia had decided on a new course of fat fighting action. Fat camp. Hence the current argument.

"But diddykins, it's for your own good, you'll thank us when you're older," squeaked a rather distraught Petunia to her whale of a son.

"Ain't going!" bellowed Dudley while tearing up the stairs as fast as his thick legs could carry him. 'Who the fuck does she think she is?' His own mother sending him to some gay ass camp full of fat ass kids. If it wern't for the fact that he had broken his bedroom door through repeated slamming he would have slammed it a fucker there and then but as it happened he had to make do with stomping his feet extra hard. This, as well as making the entire upper floor quake, only served to exhaust the obese teen so, with a grunt, he waddled across to his reinforced steel bed to reflect.

On one hand he could continue kicking and screaming and, whereas that would relieve his frustration, it would probably result in a grounding and he'd end up confined to this shit hole of a house forcing down cabbage casserole for the entire summer. Alternatively if he played his cards right perhaps he could work this to his advantage. If he agreed he'd be out of his parents' sight for the whole summer, not to mention all the extravagant gifts his parents would 'bribe' him with if he feigned disinterest a little longer. It was settled. Dudley's fat pig like face split into a wide impish grin and he lay back on his bed secure in the knowledge that within the hour his parents would be tapping on his door with the latest video games, toys and wads of cash and he, being the genius that he is, would reluctantly accept. He may not be smart but Dudley Dursley always got his own way.

Nothing could go wrong.

Neville:

Meanwhile halfway across the country a very cheerful Neville Longbottom also lay atop his bed musing. He eagerly awaited what was sure to be the best summer of his life. He smiled at the thought of mixing with other kids his own age and frame in, what the brochures described as, a purpose built luxury facility. Best of all though, at the end of it he'd be much better for the experience. No longer would he be the object of ridicule and humiliation amongst his peers. No longer would he be made to suffer because of his abundance of, what his Gran liked to call, puppy fat.

He'd be just like everyone else, like his classmates, like Harry. With that name Neville's train of thought came screeching to an abrupt halt. Harry. His first crush. Those startling green eyes that anyone could get lost in. It was staring into those eyes that had first sparked Neville's interest in boys and it was that boy that had helped him come to terms with the feelings that accompanied those interests. One Christmas, after a drunken kiss, Harry had let an extremely embarrassed Neville down gently but from that moment on a bond had been formed. Harry had revealed his own interest in boys and explained that his heart lay elsewhere but that secret had been the foundations of a strong friendship.

Neville knew not the object of Harry's desire but deep down he wished it were him and the pessimist in him constantly wondered why it were not which only led to one conclusion; his body. So when a brochure advertising 'Sugar Oaks Camp for Aerodynamically Challenged Teens' came through his letterbox Neville jumped at the opportunity. He barely concealed a grin as he thought of the look on Harry's face when, six weeks hence, the new slimline Neville greeted him.

With a sigh of content he heaved his bulky form out of bed and crossed the room to the full sized mirror that adorned the back of his door. Examining his topless reflection, Neville ran his hand across his rotund chest, cupping his soon to be gone breasts and imagining the results a summer of strict dieting and exercise may bring about.

A shrill cry travelled upstairs and Neville realised with a start that it was time to go. Pulling on a t-shirt and grabbing his case, Neville said goodbye to his old life and left the room with a spring in his step.

"Sugar Oaks, here I come!"

I really enjoyed writing this chapter as it was my first chance to portray the characters clashing personalities. It is so much fun juxtaposing Dudleys' brash rudeness with the stark contrast of Nevilles' timidity. I particularly enjoy writing Dudleys parts :3 enjoy