Dudley was more miserable than ever, and Harry was certainly the object of stress-release for the very large boy. He'd only had a grapefruit quarter for breakfast, and that had put the little (or not) Dursley in the foulest of moods. He was currently sitting on top of Harry, holding his glasses up where he couldn't reach, and calling him names.

Beneath him, Harry couldn't breathe. "Please... Dudley... Get... Off..." He gasped. He'd stopped bothering trying to reach his circular black glasses.

"No!" Dudley shouted like a two year old. "This is all your fault!"

"How... is... it... my... fault..." Harry choked. All the air was being forced out of his lungs, he was surprised all of his ribs hadn't broken yet. He knew that he didn't want to break another bone after he'd lost all of the bones in his left arm during his second year, and had them regrown very painfully over night. He wasn't about to chance breaking his much more important ribs as well. "My... godfather... will... not... like... this..."

"I don't care about your stupid godfather! My parents are going to kill me anyway! With fruit!"

"I'll make you a deal!" Harry pleaded, all in one breath.

After a few seconds consideration, Dudley's curiosity won over him and he climbed off of Harry. "What kind of deal could you make with me?" He asked, skeptical.

"I have a ton of cakes hidden in my room." Harry told him in a panic, regretting it immediately. "I'll share them with you if you can be nice." This would be a very interesting truce. Dudley couldn't be nice to Harry, it just wasn't in his nature. But he also couldn't resist cakes, especially on a diet such as his.

"... fine." Dudley growled. "Prove it."

The two went upstairs to where Harry told Dudley to turn around and close his eyes, and that if he peaked, he's turn him into a toad. Now, the Dursleys knew that Harry could not use magic outside of Hogwarts – a name that was strictly forbidden inside the Dursley house – but Dudley had had enough of being turned into strange things in the summer before Harry's first year, when Hagrid – a half giant and keeper of the keys and grounds at Hogwarts – had come given Dudley a pig tail when he found Dudley eating Harry's birthday cake. More proof that Dudley couldn't resist cake.

"Turn around." Harry said, and when Dudley did, there was a big slice of chocolate cake with strawberries and magical whipped cream on top that wouldn't melt.

"Blimey," Dudley cooed to himself before launching himself at Harry.

Hedwig saved him though, when she swooshed beneath Dudley's nose, tickling him with her feathers, and warranting a great big sneeze from the whale sized boy.

"Do we have a deal?" Harry asked, holding the cake out behind him with his left hand, and his right arm outstretched to shake Dudley's.

"Truce..." Dudley mumbled, clearly moping. He snatched the plate away from Harry like a starved animal (which Harry supposed he was exactly) when Harry offered it, and devoured the piece of cake like a hyena.

Harry tried not to laugh at the disgusting sight. Dudley had chocolate covering his face and hands, and there was a strawberry slice stuck to his cheek.

"You'd better wash up before your mum and dad see." Harry said, smirking inwardly at himself.

"Right," Dudley said, and then in hopes for another slice of cake later, he added, "Thanks."

Harry could certainly get used to this...

A/N: A very short prologue to a probably not so short story. I hope you enjoyed! If you have any ideas about the story please feel free to send them in. I have the whole thing plotted out already in my head but if you'd like something added I'll try my best to fit it in!