A/N: So, I originally got this idea from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, when Harry was wondering what Dudley saw from the dementors. It was going to be a one-shot for only him, but then I thought, why not do it for all the characters? Also, I must give some credit to ooosk, because her story "10 Things you never knew about the HP characters" contributed to the idea. So, thank you:) Well, here goes nothing!

First Chapter: Dudley Dursley.

"Dudley run!" I heard, and then took off. I didn't know what happened; all I knew was the sky was getting dark, and the otherwise warm summer day was freezing. Gasping for breath, I ran faster, trying to make it home. That was when I saw the water freeze, and I fell.

Memories began crashing down on me. No, not happy memories. Everything I was remembering came from that deep part of my brain that I had shoved everything unpleasant to.

I saw my mother through the bars of my crib, picking up a small dark haired boy and tenderly kissing his cheek. I cried out, yet she ignored me. I couldn't have been more than two years old. When I really began crying, she walked over to me sand said quietly, "Be quiet, Dudley, I'm holding baby Harry," and brushed my cousin's hair out of his eyes and kissed him, once again, on the cheek.

The scene changed. I saw myself when I was nine, and the kids at the park were all taunting me. "Fatty, fatty, fatty," they all called. I cried the whole way home. That day, I vowed not to let anyone else hurt my feelings.

I struggled against the memories. I hated this feeling of not being in control. I lost against the battle, though, and the memories overwhelmed me once more.

I was almost a year old. My daddy had left for work, and mummy had to leave. "You have to go to Auntie Lily's house, Dudders," Mummy told me softly. "Nobody else will baby-sit you." When she dropped me off, barely looking at my auntie, I cried for her return. I didn't want to play with my cousin, Harry! His broomstick scared me! Why wouldn't my mummy come back? Why did she leave me with these weird people?

I was two, and my mummy was talking to me softly. She always thought I couldn't understand her, but I could. "Why couldn't mummy be a witch like her sister?" She asked, crying. I touched her wet cheek. "Why couldn't you be a wizard like your cousin? Why aren't you more like Harry?" She asked sharply. I pulled my finger back. I didn't like the way mummy was talking; it scared me…

I was four. Mummy had gone out, and Harry was in his room under the stairs. I was playing with my new baseball bat. I was swinging it back and forth. I had just decided I wanted to play baseball when I was old. I swung it hard, and with a crash, I knocked over a vase in the living room. "Dudley!" Daddy yelled. I backed away. He never yelled at me like that before…That was the first day I was ever spanked.
I was back in the present. I had tears coming down my face, but I didn't try to wipe them away. The cold air was returning to normal. I wanted to puke, and I couldn't stand. I wondered what happened. I saw my neighbor and Harry walking to me, but I made no effort to move until we were back to the house.