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The Next Generation

Chapter 1

Dud's Party

Andrew quickly hid behind the clothes as his father came in. He watched him fall for the pillows he had hidden in his bed and laughed silently as he tried to shake them awake. His father pulled back the covers and sighed.

"Andrew!" he called. "We have to get to Dud's party. Come out here right now, we're going to be late!"

"Really?" Andrew asked. "I'll just stay in here then."

"Andrew, you're going to that party. Come out now." His father sounded serious, so he reluctantly came out of the closet.

"Why do I have to go to Dud's stupid birthday party?" Andrew whined. "I don't even like him or any of his friends. They always try to stick my head in places it's not supposed to be."

"Well you still have to go, so get ready." With this his father left the room. 'Great,' Andrew thought sarcastically as he pulled some clothes out of his dresser. 'Just great.'

Before going downstairs, Andrew stuffed his pockets with "special candies" that he'd gotten from his Uncle Fred and George's joke shop. He never understood why they were his uncles, for his father was an only child, but he'd always called them that. He also had a lot more aunts and uncles, including his Uncle Dudley. He had to go to his cousin Dudley Junior's 11th birthday party today. Everyone called him Dud so name confusion wouldn't waste any of Dudley Senior's precious TV watching time. Andrew planned to give the "special candies to Dud and his friends if they tried to bully him.

When Andrew got to the kitchen, he found that his mother had breakfast set out for him already. He was just sitting down when his father came rushing in.

"Come on Andrew, we're going to be late!" he exclaimed.

"Let the boy eat, Harry," Andrew's mother was a muggle and very concerned about proper nutrition.

"Fine," he said, and then added "But he needs to hurry!"

"Why is this so important anyways?" she asked. "You always hated that whole family."

"Think about it, Jo," he replied. "If I hated the whole family, I would hate myself. Dudley is my cousin and I am technically a part of that family. You are also a part of that family through marriage and I don't hate you."

"Okay then, smart guy," she said. "But honestly, why is this party so important?"

"It's important," Harry started, "Because Andrew needs more muggle interaction."

"Don't I give him enough interaction?" she inquired while she washed Andrew's plate.

"Muggles his own age, dear," he said sweetly as his grabbed Andrew's coat. "Come on Andrew."

"Wait!" she called as they left the kitchen. "Andrew, what's in your pockets?"

"Nothing," Andrew said innocently, remembering the candies.

"Doesn't look like nothing to me," she said.

"We really don't have time for this," Harry sighed as he pulled out his wand and pointed it at Andrew's pockets. "Accio!" he said and the candies zoomed out one by one.

"This muggle interaction might not be so good for the muggles," Jo muttered to herself as they left the house.

In the car, Harry gave Andrew a lecture on giving magical items to muggles.

"Well I'm sorry," Andrew said, "But the thought of Dud's tongue becoming something that resembles a large purple sausage sounds funny."

"If it's anything like what happened to Dudley, it would be funny," Harry said, chuckling at the memory. He became serious again before adding "But that doesn't give you the right to give it to a muggle."

"So you did but I can't?" Andrew exclaimed. "That's so not fair!"

"I did no such thing," Harry replied. "Your Uncles Fred and George did. And life's no fair so live with it."

When they got to 104 Privet Drive, Andrew was pleased to find that they were late. They knocked on the door and Dud answered. He looked absolutely buoyant, but his face fell at the sight of Andrew and Harry.

"Oh, it's just you," he said as he let them in.

Andrew walked in and placed Dud's present on a table that was so full of presents that you couldn't see it's surface.

"Present time!" Dud called to his friends and they all gathered around to watch him rip the paper off the presents as fast as he could. Dudley came waddling in.

"Oh, it's you, Harry," Dudley looked as though a foul smell had passed under his nose. "Do something useful and get the mail."

Andrew watched Dud open presents until his father returned with the day's post. He was staring wide-eyed at a large yellow envelope on top. Dud noticed his expression instantly.

"What is it?" he asked, trying to get a good look at the letter. Harry, eyes still wide, handed it to Dud, who started ripping it open. Harry hurried him and Dudley upstairs and Andrew, who wanted anything other than to stay with Dud's friends, followed. When he got to the top, he watched as Dud pulled the letter out of the envelope and started reading aloud:

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." A look of terror crossed Dudley's face as Dud read on. "Headmaster: Edgar Fontaine. Dear Mr. Dursley, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later then July 31. Yours sincerely, Minnie Malines. Deputy Headmistress." Dud looked up at his father and then at Harry and Andrew. They all had stunned faces. Andrew spoke first.

"You must be joking." He looked up at Harry. "He got a letter?"

"You got one too," Harry said and handed him his letter. He ripped it open and read it with great excitement.

"What? I don't understand." Dud looked genuinely confused. He looked at Dudley. "Dad, what does it all mean? What is this?"

But Dudley wasn't listening. Slowly and shaking, he put his hands on his backside and slowly walked out of the room, white as a ghost and eyes darting everywhere.

Dud had tears welling up in his eyes now. He grabbed Andrew by the collar and shoved him against the wall.

"Tell me what's going on before I bash your head in." His face was bright red and tears were streaming down his face. Harry pulled them apart.

"Dud, I know you're upset, but you need to calm down," He said calmly as he gently helped him into a nearby chair.

"Tell me what's going on!" he shouted. "Please."

"You're a wizard," Andrew said simply, still focused on his letter.

"Andrew!" Harry glared at him.

"What?" He said. "It's the truth."

"I know but it's not that simple." Harry turned back to Dud.

"I'm a wizard?" Dud said, looking even more confused then before. "What's that?"

"It means you have powers that not many people have. You have the ability to do amazing things."

"Powers? What kinds of powers? Magical powers?" Harry nodded slowly. "Why me? What did I do wrong?" Tears started streaming down once more as Andrew reviewed his letter.

"You didn't do anything wrong," he said as he started to read the supply list. "Being a wizard is a good thing. I can't wait to cast spells on everything in sight and-"Harry cut him off.

"No underage wizardry!" he boomed. "You can get in big trouble for stuff like that."

"Oh, like you would know," Andrew said. "I bet you've never gotten in trouble in your life."

"You'd be surprised," Harry replied. With that, he left the room.