BEWARE! This is somewhat AU. If you want the real deal, go re-read the books (which JK Rowling owns, not me.)

I think that I am the first person to come up with a fanfic like this but then again who knows, there are probably over 800,000,000 Harry Potter fanfics on this site alone, never mind the countless other sites!

Soo… if you know of any fics like this, TELL ME! Please!

The 2nd day of summer vacation before the Goblet of Fire.

I am soooo bored. I wish something would happen.

Just then Pigwidgeon, Ron's new owl, came hurling through my window.

Harry,

Guess What! My Dad got me tickets for the World Cup! Isn't that cool! Mione says hi. Dumbledore says that it would be too dangerous for you to go, sorry mate, maybe next time. I probably won't see you again until the train.

-Ron

Great. Way to make my bored mood fall into a sinkhole and come out angry as a troll in a tutu.

I went downstairs as a commercial break flickered onto the Television screen. 'Come hang-gliding today and experience the feeling of gliding through the air.'

Quidditch on the mind, I had a possibly brilliant idea. Combining muggle technoledgy with magic, I could create something even better than a broom!

Maybe I'll look into it.

Half an hour later.

"Um, Aunt Petunia… I am going to the library, Ok."

"Be back in time to cook dinner."

With that I headed to the library where I found some books on muggle flight and on wind sails. I spread my pile of books out across the table and put a stack of note cards in front of me before pulling the first book over and started reading.

Stretching, I looked at my clock, 5:45.

"AHH! I'm Going To Be Late."

Everyone in the library turns to look at me.

'Oops.' Then I run to the counter and check out my books, I grab them and run as fast as I can back to Privet drive.

"Your late boy! Where were you. Better not have been something… freaky. Well, what are you standing around for boy! Cook the supper. You burn anything and you won't be eating till tomorrow."

"Yes uncle Vernon. I was at the library."

"What were you doing at the library?" he says, eyes squinted like he was trying to see through any fib I might be telling.

Walking to the kitchen I said, "I am going to be here the whole summer and I was researching an idea I had." I dump five sausages into a pan, peas into another, and pasta into a third.

"What type of idea?" Vernon asks me.

Surprised that he was bothering to converse with me, I answered, "I love flying on my broom but I want to make it more entertaining and challenging." Aunt Petunia enters and sits down, "I am thinking about combining hang-gliding with my type of flight, it has potential, and I will be able to market it if it works. Of course, I'll need funding for the prototype, so I'm going to need a job, know where I can get one?" I ask as I set a platter infront of my uncle.

"There is a job bulletin in the super market." My aunt says.

I put the last two platters down as Dudley comes in, I can't help but notice that he is remarkably thinner. He sits down takes one sausage and a portion of pasta and peas.

I sit down as well, putting a little pasta and a small serving of peas on my plate. I am half way through with my supper when Dudley puts a sausage on my plate.

I look up at him startled.

He grins and says sheepishly, "I'm trying to lose weight. Plus, you look like you could use it."

Warily, I say "Thanks Dud." And bite into the sausage. Well, it isn't poisoned.

After dinner I decided to send an owl to Florish and Blotts asking for books on spellwork for brooms. I wrote the letter and sent it off before reading some more.

"Uhg, Oliver, I don't care if we have Quidditch practice. Let me sleep." I mumbled.

The poking continued.

I opened my eyes to glare at whoever it was that dared interrupt my sleep. "Dudley?"

"Hi. Out of curiosity, Who's oliver?"

"Hn, oh. He's my quidditch captain, He like to make us practice in the foulest of weathers and in the worst conditions."

"What's quidditch?"

I smack my head. How could I forget that I was talking to Dudley, someone who doesn't know anything about the wizarding world.

"Quidditch is a sport that wizards and witches play. We play flying on our brooms. On each team there are three chasers who fly around trying to score, one goalie, two people who carry bats and hit balls at other players trying to knock them off their brooms, and one seeker. The seeker flies around looking for the golden snitch. The snitch is a ball that flies very quickly. Catching the snitch gives your team 150 extra points and is the only way to end the game. I play Seeker."

Then I told him about my idea and about the wizarding world.

He listened and told me about being bullied at school and how it made him realize that all he had ever been was a bully and that bullies were not good and how he is now determined to be better.

"But the problem is, is that I already have a rep around here. I don't know how to change it."

"I am going through the same thing. Everyone thinks that I am a delinquent too."

"We sure do have a lot of work ahead of us don't we?" Dudley said.

"Yeah. Hey, speaking of work I have to get a job today, do you want to come check the billboard with me?"

"Sure."

AN: What type of job should harry get? Should Dudley get a job? If so what? Tell me. Otherwise you will never get another chapter! Anything from sales-person, coach, dancer, performer, clown, circus person, be creative, anything, any idea, but you have to tell me.