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Chapter 1 The right Household.
A knock at the door woke him up. He looked over at the clock. It was 1 in the morning. Vernon had work at 8. "Pet, I'm going to go check the door. Stay with Dudley." She looked frightened.
He held a cricket bat in hand as he opened the door. A baby in a cradle was at his door. A fresh cut was on his head. There was a letter in the crib.
He picked it up and read it over. This child was Harry Potter and his nephew. "What is it Vernon?" He turned to Petunia. She looked frightened and worse he had bad news for her.
Gently he scooped the child out of his crib. The child only starred at him. He smiled a gentle smile one he used for the more nervous applicants. Young engineers with student loans over their heads, needed all the help they could get.
"Who is that child?" She paused when she saw the green eyes. "No, they were protected. They killed her they were supposed to protect her." Tears fell from her face. Dudley began to cry.
He looked over to see his son's bottle in the boy's hand. Dudley reached for the bottle from across the room. It vanished from Harry's grasp and appeared in Dudley's. Just as his son began to drink, Harry laughed and teleported the bottle back.
Vernon and Petunia watched the two boys laugh and teleport the bottle back and forth. "Dudley, he has magic." Vernon nodded.
"He does pet. They both do." He took a breath and remembered what the letter said. There was a terrorist, apparently while they lived in this house, they were safe.
"Bloody logic failure." He snarled. The boys looked up at him from their game. Vernon forced a smile on his face. The kids went back to their game.
Taking a deep breath, he stared back at Petunia. "Pet it doesn't make sense. If they couldn't keep them safe in a random cabin that no one knew about, then they can't protect us here. We must be careful pet." We need to appear as normal as possible. The boys can't be outside in the front. The boy, our nephew. We can dye his hair. Makeup can hide his scar." Vernon felt the wheels in his head turning.
Petunia was looking more relieved. He could talk the talk but if his boys go about playing in public, then their goose was cooked.
He let his wife and the boys get to bed. Harry wasn't asleep for a few hours before he woke up screaming. Vernon rushed to Dudley's room.
His cricket bat was raised to deal a lethal blow to an intruder. It was good that he did. Toys shot at him like bullets. After he batted them away, he got a good look at what was going on.
Dudley woke up frightened, when Harry screamed. When he walked in, they saw a shadowy figure and opened fire. Either they stopped, when they got a good look at him or they ran out of ammunition. The toys stopped flying at least.
Both boys stared at him tears were flowing from their eyes. This night was getting better and better. He turned on a lamp and reached over to the book shelf. Somehow, it escaped the onslaught.
He picked through the books. His heart rate was up and he wouldn't be able to sleep right now. The boys needed a little something. It seems that this night was trying for everyone.
He found the book he was looking for. Lord of the rings the fellowship. The boys were a bit young but he felt up to a little voice acting.
Weeks passed in a blur. He trained the boys with sweets. When they were in public and the boys did something out of the ordinary. He gave them a stern look. When they tried to reach for something and waited for him to get it for them, he gave them a sweet. At home, it was the opposite. He gave them a sweet whenever they used their magic and withheld it when they didn't.
Some nights he went to a gym. Some of the younger men, made fun of the overweight manager. A few of them, he remembered from the line they ran. He smiled at the boys and went about his business.
He had lost ten pounds in three weeks since going to the gym. Pet was never happier to have a fit strong man. Harry was still having nightmares but they were fewer. He read to the boys every night. Pet has been taking them to the local book store, to pick out new titles.
She did say, he had a knack for voices. Role play in the bedroom aside. Right now, he was squatting 300lbs and on his 20th rep. Afterwards it would be cardio and after that a long relaxing drive home. Tonight, was steak night and he wouldn't miss it for the world.
Taking in young Harry Potter, has injected a sense of danger in their lives. He didn't regret it. The boys played well together and their talent for magic, reminded him of his days as a dungeon master. Maybe when they were older, he would take out the old set and play with the boys.
Two years later
The higher ups decided that he was a real go getter. After losing the weight and gaining 20lbs of muscle Vernon Dursley was a 6'2" man just shy of 250lbs. The fat was gone and it stayed gone. He had more energy than ever before and it showed. The little winging branch of Grunnings drills was his, or as good as. They made him manager of the whole plant.
He had used the pay increase to buy stocks in the plant. Under his keen eye and a bit of intimidation the plant ran like a well-oiled machine. As he pulled into the drive way he saw the boys pulling weeds. Good on them he remembered when his father had him work.
The boy Harry may not have been his son but he certainly inherited Vernon's work ethic. He moved at a steady but sure speed ripping up the smaller weeds, while his son Dudley with both sets of gloves on pulled the larger thorny weeds. Harry quickly picked the smaller ones around.
Dudley was a bit on the plump side despite the exercise they both got. Harry was a little bean pole no matter how much they fed him. Must be the Evans gene giving a high metabolism, he mused. Petunia was the same way, she could eat all she wanted, and never gain a pound.
The boys stopped what they were doing and ran to the car port when he pulled up. "Dad mom is giving us money for pulling weeds, can we go to the store tomorrow. Please." Vernon chuckled. He looked between to two.
"You bet, but what are you boys after." Dudley turned to Harry and Harry turned to him. Vernon waited patiently for the timid boy to get out with it.
"We wanted the Diablo II game sir. It has demons, angels, warriors, mages, and necromancers. We have two computers and if we each get a copy, then we can play it together in the same story." He pretended to think for a few seconds. Truthfully two copies were sitting in his trunk. He had spied the two looking up the game on the computer, months ago. Long before the game was out.
He preordered it with a few special features. The copies came in at work so the boys wouldn't know. But he couldn't let them know that he already had the games. It would ruin the surprise.
"He shook his head sadly. I'm sorry boys. That game is very expensive. You will have to pull weeds for at least another two weeks to get them." They looked sad. In two weeks both of their birth days would come.
"Lads two weeks will flash by and then you will be so busy playing your game, poor Petunia will have to pull weeds by herself." He looked over at Harry. Pull weeds just a little longer and give your ante a break, you will get your game, I promise." He looked over at his son. The boy nodded. In all honesty, Vernon would just hire a landscaper they didn't have to know that.
Either way that's enough weed pulling for today. He hoisted both boys up in his arms and headed inside. The steaks could be smelled from outside and he followed his nose.
Harry POV
Uncle Vernon was true to his word. In one week, it was Dudley's birthday. As soon as we opened the window with magic. I still loved that word. Magic, Magic, Magic it was so useful.
When that book was just out of reach, a bit of pressure in the chest and it came floating down. From as early as I could remember, things would just happen when I or Dudley wanted them to.
Uncle Vernon told us that only a minority of people can use magic. It was important, not to reveal that I had it to other people. He said, it would be like waving around my shiny new diablo game, to an orphan, and say, "I have this and you don't, you will probably never have it." That is cruel, and god punishes cruel people.
"Hey Dudley, watch out we are coming up on the boss." Poison damage was the worst, as a necromancer such damage could kill me in a few steps. It was smart to have tons of potions and a skeleton armada. Dudley was the Paladin. With him with me my skeletons got a buff and killed everything in our path. It was such a cheat.
Two years later school Harry and Dudley age 6.
School the ultimate test of our secrecy. Dudley and I had to move through the student body and not expose magic. Uncle Vernon and Ante Petunia both agreed exposure was bad. She said that accidents happen but if I get upset take a deep breath and count back from ten. Dudley was calm as ever. He was a rock a Paladin.
"Harry Potter," He jumped from his day dreaming. The rest of the class laughed. Harry looked around. Dudley just smiled reassuringly.
"Here," Harry said. On she went calling out names. His little embarrassment episode over. Gently he levitated the pencil to his hand. The warm feeling of his magic calmed his nerves.
They would go over their ABCs and 123s all things that he and Dudley knew since three. Though most kids didn't grow up listening to Tolken before bed. Harry had trouble rhyming his words for a while. Ante Petunia and Uncle Vernon thought it was the cutest thing.
Diablo helped with their numbers. Every item gave a percentage of boosts. They couldn't have beaten the game without asking Uncle Vernon for a lot of help.
Half way through the class they had recess. Dudley led him to a skinny boy named Piers. The boy had a shifty look about him. "This is my cousin Harry. We live together." The boy looked over at Harry. Harry felt like the boy was sizing him up.
"Hey, I was telling Dudley about this girl that owes me lunch money. He was going to help me get it from her." Harry looked at Dudley and Dudley looked back at Harry.
"So, you want to extort some girl for money and you want to use us as muscle." Harry said. Dudley had a look of furry etched across his face. He wasn't looking at Harry.
"No, I just needed some help. She really owes me money but won't admit it." Piers said.
"Piers, I don't like being used. We are going to go talk to a teacher. If what you said was true then the girl should give the money back. If this was a trick, to have us bully some girl. We are going to ignore you for the rest of the year." Dudley said. Once Dudley made his mind up on something, that was it.
"Who is the girl?" Harry asked. If Piers couldn't think of her name off the top of his head then there was no reason to go to a teacher. He was lying.
"Jessica Myers, she stole five dollars after it fell out of my pocket." Dudley looked a bit calmer now.
"If it fell from your pocket, then how do you know she took it?" Harry said. Dudley was listening. This was his show now.
Dudley narrowed in on the girl. "Give me a minute." He walked up to her smiled and asked her, if she found a five on the ground.
She shook her head and pulled out a bunch of one notes. Dudley nodded and walked back. Before Piers says anything, Dudley shakes his head.
"Before you say anything Piers that doesn't prove that you didn't lose the five or that she didn't take it. It only places her in a trap if she did pick it up. She claims to only have ones." Harry catches on to what Dudley is saying quickly. He discreetly holds out a hand and pictures a five note. Then he wills for it to come out of the young red headed girl's pocket. A small note with a five on it doesn't come from her pocket, it slips from her sock. She doesn't notice as it glides over to Harry's hand.
Piers is in front of him and doesn't see the display. Dudley walks past Piers and Harry passed the note to him. "Though shall not steal." Dudley says. Harry shrugs.
"It doesn't prove that this belongs to Piers. We are going to have to confront a teacher." Dudley nods. Piers sees the money and relief washes over him.
"Though shalt not bare false witness." Dudley quoted. "She should have said, yes I have a five. If she lied about what she had, then she probably lied about not finding the five." Dudley handed the five to Piers.
"How did you get it back." Piers said.
"I pickpocketed her. She claimed to only have ones, so this is most likely yours. If not well. You tricked us, but it won't happen again." Dudley said. Harry considered the boy's eyes. He was shocked, more about being believed than getting the five back.
The recess ended and they struggled through the rest of a boring day.
That's a rap
Hey this is Ultimatedaywriter. This is a new story I'm trying out. I will post a new chapter tomorrow with more meat in it.
This is a different piece because Vernon isn't a Jerk. Honestly, I made him a father figure for Harry and Dudley. I wanted him to be someone who inspires them to be better people.
Dudley is a Paladin. He takes his role seriously and is full Paragon. Harry is a Necromancer. In the next chapter, I will go in more detail on how they pull it off.