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For years Dudley and his friends had picked on Harry, who wasn't exactly popular. So what happens when Dudley is suddenly spun into a world of magic and the tables are turned.
Harry sat on the edge of the stairs and threw down an extendible ear over the side as he peered at the scene unfolding below.
"My baby!" Harry's aunt Petunia sobbed leaning into a very shocked uncle Vernon, almost knocking him over in the process.
"And this Voldemort fellow, he's dangerous you say?" Petunia glared at Vernon and pushed him away, Harry had to stop himself running down the stairs and knocking his uncle Vernons teeth out. Surely he knew.
"Yes" Dumbledore replied solemnly. Looking down at his plain brown shoes and casting a silent spell turning them into gold slippers with a pretty ornate pattern along the edge. Dumbledore smiled looking pleased with his work and turning his attention back to the two shocked muggles.
"W-w-well what do you suppose we do?" There was fear in Vernon's eyes, not just for the fact that his son was in grave danger, but there was a very powerful wizard who had just transfigured a pair of shoes in his living room.
"Well he certainly can't stay here, no it's far to dangerous, Voldemort knows you connections to Lilly and James." Dumbledore looked to the Dursley's to see if they were keeping up. "A safe house will be arranged for you." Petunia uncharacteristically was lost for words so Vernon took over once again.
"And where will Dudley go?" Vernon demanded.
"Hogwarts."
Harry lost his balance and tumbled down the stairs, landing at the feet of a horror stricken Petunia and Vernon Dursley.
"Ahh." Dumbledore looked up and plucked the extendable ear which was still hanging from the stairs. "I haven't seen one of these in a while, you got it from the Weasley twins I assume."
"Yes, Sir." Harry and Dumbledore exchanged a smile.
"I-i-i-i-I wont have it!" Vernon regained his courage and stood closer to Dumbledore, only reaching his shoulder "No son of mine is going to some mystic school to learn magic tricks!" he looked Dumbledore in the eye "I won't have it!"
"Oh shut-up Vernon." Petunia glared at her husband "If You-know-who is returning we have no choice.
"It's settled then. Have him buy his supplies and join Harry on the train." Dumbledore smiled reassuringly at Harry, who was looking deeply concerned and apparated with a puff of smoke. Harry couldn't help but grin as Petunia and Vernon fell backwards.
"You can't make me go!" Dudley screamed at being informed he was to attend Hogwarts for the year. "I wont go, I won't go, I wont go!" His voice rose several octaves and his face went from red to purple. If there was one thing Dudley wasn't used to it was being told no.
"It's for your own good, sweetykins." Petunia smiled, trying to calm him down, rather than giving into his demands. Thinking to herself she couldn't recall an occasion where she didn't give in.
"Nooooo, I don't want to go to some kooky old school with Harry!" Petunia nudged Vernon who also wasn't used to telling the boy no.
"We have no choice Son, this Volde-." Petunia shot him a sharp look "This You-know-who fellow is running around."
Dudley stopped in his tracks and looked to his father.
"You mean the one who killed Harry's parents?" Dudley's eyes were wide.
"Yes, sweetykins." Petunia sat next to Harry on the sofa. "That's why we want you to go to this Hogwarts place." She looked up at him, her eyes pleading "You'll be safe there."
"I hate this." Dudley shoved the last of his cake into his mouth and gulped as Harry led him into the Leaky Cauldron. Dust flew in the air and light music played over the laughing wizards sitting by their candlelit tables. "This place is creepy, and I'm going to have to spend a year at some wacko school with you!" Harry stopped and spun around to look at Dudley.
"You think I'm looking forward to this?" Harry walked over to the counter and Dudley tagged along open mouthed.
"A butter beer to go please Tom" He asked as people whispered about 'the chosen one' and 'the boy who lived.' He handed over two galleons and a butter beer appeared in front of him. "Part of the reason I like going to Hogwarts so much is to get away from you." He continued at a quick pace through the Leaky Cauldron walking out to the bare, claustrophobic beer garden "Just try and be inconspicuous" Harry mumbled as he tapped the password into the brickwork, remembering when Hagrid first took him into Diagon Alley.
Dudley's eyes almost popped out of his head as the brickwork gave way and opened into Diagon Alley. People in robes ran in and out of the old style shops which lined the crowded narrow street as far as the eye could see. He jumped backwards as an owl flew over head and his attention switched to a group of girls in pointed hats crowding around a shop window excitedly. Harry couldn't help but smile at Dudley's reaction.
"You'll need some robes first." Harry pulled his own on as he started to notice the strange looks they were getting from passers by.
"Robes, but I'll look stupid!" Dudley grabbed Harry's arm to stop him but Harry shrugged him off and kept walking.
"You'll look stupid if you don't." He walked into Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions with Dudley not far behind him.
"Good afternoon Madam." Madam Malkin turned around to see Harry standing by the door.
"Ah, Harry." She smiled "Another growth spurt I see, the usual school robes in the next size then?" She spun around and walked over the the racks.
"Yes, and some for my cousin." Harry couldn't help but sound a little deflated. It was really dawning on him that he would have to drag Dudley around Hogwarts for an entire year.