Today was my only chance to get out. My Aunt, Uncle, and pig of a cousin were dining out this evening. As soon as this useful bit of information reached my eager ears, I knew this was the day, the day to go to Diagon Alley. Then I was even more delighted when I found out they were seeing a movie after. That left me more time to be with my friends.

I quickly grabbed my bag of floo powder, and double-checked for my wand and money. Then I nearly skipped downstairs. As I reached the doorway to the Parlor I let out a huge breath of frustration.

My cousin, Dudley, was sitting on the sofa.

Merlin, help me!

"Why are you still here?" I let out weakly. He would not ruin this for me. I am going to meet my friends. Was there a chance the relatives hadn't left yet? No, no, I was positive I heard my other horrid relations leave. There was really only one hope for me. I was going to have to bribe him. His timid voice broke through my rapid thoughts.

"They decided to make it an evening alone,'" he spit out bitterly. There was something in his voice, though, that sounded-nope, impossible. Why would he sound hopeful?

He had become more fit since he had started on that diet, plus the boxing helped. He only had a bit of chub now. He had also lost most of his baby fat on his face. I stared intently into his blue eyes, hoping he would disappear. He just brushed some dirty blond hair out of his eyes.

(Dudley's POV)

Here was my one chance to finally see for myself if magic was evil, weather it was something to be scared of. I didn't want to screw it up. I don't think fate will hand me another opportunity as good as this. I glanced up into Harry's eyes and immediately got a wave of curiosity. Those bright green eyes held so much sorrow, so much pain. And yet, there was power laced with hidden secrets shrouded in the overwhelming emerald.

I knew it was wrong of my parents to treat Harry like that. Hell, I even know it was wrong of me. But, I was brought up that way, and I couldn't very well stick up for him. I'm not a glutton for punishment, plus, lets face it, I don't think I could even do all that physical work. Well, back then I wouldn't have been able to, now I've lost weight and have more endurance.

"I have to go out," he said, as if talking to a small child. "I'll bring sweets back for you. If you don't tell." No, I wasn't going to point out to him that my training didn't allow much sugar. But, really, I don't blame him for the way he says it to me or treats me. I know I deserve it. I know I used to stuff my face, as if I ate for three. I'm not sure when I changed, but I did. I decided to test my luck. Maybe even hope he noticed my epiphany. I went for it.

"Can I come as well?" It didn't come out as…strong as I wanted it. It tumbled out more, in a more strangled and beaten to death sound. I think I botched it up a bit.

(Harry's POV)

I think I have more then just a few physical challenges. Besides the list consisting of height and eyesight, I think hearings been added to it. Or, better yet, it could've been the tellie…. nope, nope. Killing Voldemort has gotten to my head. I've gone crazy.

He just repeated it again. Well, I guess it was a relief that I am not completely mad. But, did he really want to go? Or did he just want to get something from me, or even tell his 'mummy and daddy' on me? Did I want him to take the only thing that's left to me? My beloved wizarding world. I guess theres only one way to find out. Trust. Even though he doesn't deserve.