Disclaimer: I don't own Dudley, Harry or any other characters, settings, names etc from the Harry Potter series.
Prologue
Harry Potter stared at his bedroom wall. These days it was all he could do to entertain himself. Luckily for him, his room had only just been re-decorated, and some of the paint was still wet. He enjoyed watching it dry. It was a lovely, plain white. Not just any white however; but a shining, wet, dripping white. Across this wall, wherever he directed his eyes, he saw wet, white paint.
It was quite surprising that he was able to see so clearly, especially since his glasses had been taken from him.
Why didn't he stop Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia disguising Dudley as Harry so that he could go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Harry's place? This question haunted him, as did the fact that, as far as Harry knew, Dudley was not a wizard, Muggle-born or otherwise. He was a plain old Muggle. Also, he was fat.
Harry sighed, and continued gazing at his wet, white wall, but it was not long before he fell off his chair, fast asleep.
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