Chapter 1: Letters
Dudley Dursley is what you called a normal boy in every sense of the word. He wasn't what you would call a smart boy, actually smart would be the last thing anyone would call Dudley. Little being the next unlikely name. All the same he was the apple of his parent's eye and he had them both wrapped around his chubby finger. He was feared at school, no one wanted to mess with Dudley Dursley, so he had plenty of friends who did his bidding, and he ruled the school.
Dudley's life was perfect as he knew that he could do no wrong, when he was suspended from school for two weeks last year, his parents said he was wrongfully accused and waited on him for two weeks. It was heaven. What Dudley neglected to tell his parent's was the fact that the outrageous accusation that Dudley had been seen beating up a young boy in school was not only true but was not the only time it was the only time he was caught. Unfortunately his favourite punching bag was already detained elsewhere.
Harry Potter was the only exception to Dudley's perfect life. Dudley couldn't understand why his parents kept him around he was always in the way. The one good thing about Harry being around was the fact that Harry was the perfect dummy to test out his fighting skills on. Until Harry had come to quick that is.
But even Harry wasn't going to get in his way today. As today was his eleventh birthday, in other words today was his day and he got whatever he wanted. Dudley looked at his presents greedily on the table there were thirty six and they were massive and he couldn't wait to open them.
"Mummy, hurry up, I want to open them now," Dudley screamed at his mother who was getting something from the other room.
"Of course duddy kins, Mummy was just getting the camera," Petunia explained coming into the kitchen with the camera clutched in her hands. She took a photo of Dudley who was staring at his presents ready to pounce when his parents were ready.
"Oh Petunia let him open them, there will be plenty of time for pictures later on," Vernon said taking his nose out of the newspaper to look at his son. Needing no more encouragement from his father, pounced on the biggest present and ripped it open. Not bothering to look at a card, it didn't really matter who it was from, as long as the present was good.
After ripping through all thirty six presents, a mass array of clothes, toys, games for the Xbox, a new Nintendo Wii and an I-pod. Dudley still wasn't satisfied there were to two presents less than last year and he demanded more presents.
"Don't be disheartened my son, the post hasn't come yet, I'm sure there will be plenty there for you. Mummy and I will take you shopping later today it make up for it," Vernon said to try and cheer up his son. Many people would call Dudley spoilt but it was all Dudley knew, he was used to getting his own way. As if on cue Harry walked into the kitchen with the mail in his hands. "There you are, give the post to Dudley he wants his cards." Harry silently passed a handful of letters to Dudley and the rest of the post to Vernon. Dudley had two cards from distant relatives with ten pounds in both of them.
"What have you got in your hands boy? Are you stealing my post from me," Vernon demanded as he grabbed the letter in Harry's hands.
"It's my letter, it's addressed to me," Harry pleaded trying to get the letter from his uncle to no prevail.
"You, who in their right mind would write to you," Vernon sneered. Turning the letter over to open it, wanting to know who was writing to his no good nephew. Vernon froze as he recognised the badge on the seal of the letter and gasped. He passed the letter to Petunia and both of them stared open mouthed at the boy.
Dudley unaware of what was happening with his parents and decided he didn't care; it was nothing about him so he didn't want to know. Dudley turned over his last letter and paused at the picture on the letter. It was a badge with four animals on it; a lion, a badger, snake and an eagle surrounding a big H. Dudley would have sworn he never received a birthday card like this before. Oh well what did he care, it was still for him. He ripped open the envelope to not find a card but a letter.
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 the 1st of September.
Yours sincerely
Professor Minerva McGonagall
What was Hogwarts and why were they sending him a letter? Dudley thought it was someone's idea of a prank, a very unfunny one if anyone asked him. He decided to ask his parents anyway, maybe it wasn't a joke, but he knew there was no such thing as magic.
"Dad what is Hogwarts?" Dudley asked innocently. Both Petunia and Vernon spun around and stared at their son, anger evident in their faces.
"Where did you learn that name?" Vernon shouted. Both he and Petunia stared at Harry, both convinced that it was him who told Dudley of the evil place.
"They have sent me a letter, telling me I have been accepted as a student there," Dudley said. Before Dudley could question any further, Vernon grabbed the letter from Dudley's hands and read it with shaking hands. Vernon went red while he read and immediately passed the letter to Petunia, who looked like she was going to be sick, when she read the contents of the letter.
"What does this mean Dad?" Dudley asked.
"It means nothing, it's just someone playing a prank, and you know there is no such thing as magic," Vernon stormed. Even though Dudley thought it was a joke when he read the letter the longer he stared at the letter, he actually believed that the letter was legit, but he didn't mention this to his father and let the subject drop. "Now go to your room, I have to talk to your mother."
"But I want to play down hear with my toys," Dudley whined but shut up quickly when he saw the look on his Father's face and quickly ran upstairs. Upstairs he thought of his strange letter and what it could mean. One thing for certain though, was the fact that Dudley's life was never going to be normal again.
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Life at Privet Drive went back to normal. Well relatively normal. Even though no one spoke of the dreaded letters after Dudley's birthday, both Harry and Dudley were still thinking about the letters and why Vernon and Petunia were so scared of the letters. Dudley snuck into his parent's room to look for the letter but found nothing; he was guessing that his father had already disposed of the letters. What confused Dudley was that he could find no records of a Hogwarts school and he couldn't understand how a non-existent school was sending him a letter. Also why would the same school send someone like Harry the same letter, it was all very strange and Dudley was determined to find out the reason. None of Dudley's friend's had any letters from Hogwarts and he was sure that if this was a good standing school his friend's would have the same letter.
A week after Dudley's birthday, there had been no more letters. Making Dudley believe that his father had been right it was nothing but a prank. The Dursley's were all sitting in the living room when the doorbell rang.
"Answer the door Potter," Vernon snarled at Harry who obediently got up and went to answer the door. Harry answered the door and was surprised at the sight that was there. There stood a woman wearing a rather large black pointed hat, black robes, she was rather old and wore huge glasses that took up most of her face.
"You must be Mr Potter, how lovely to meet you again, obviously you were just a baby last time I saw you," the strange lady said.
"Who is it boy?" Vernon bellowed from the living room.
"Maybe you should come to the door Uncle Vernon," Harry replied never taking his eyes of the woman. Vernon slowly made his way to the door and stopped still when he saw who was at the door. With the lady wearing a cloak and a pointed hat, it didn't take Vernon long to determine that there caller was one of them.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Vernon shouted.
"I would rather appreciate it, if you would keep your voice down, we wouldn't want to cause a scene with your neighbours would we," the lady said. Vernon looked out the door and waved his guest inside. "If you wouldn't mind escorting me to somewhere a little more comfortable, so we could sit down and chat. I have some serious business to discuss to you about your son and nephew." Vernon went even redder at the mention of Dudley but let it go and showed the lady the living room. The lady sat down in the furthest seat next to the window, where she could see all the family. The lady looked around in curiosity and seemed to look down at the old furniture, which angered Vernon even more.
"So you must be Dudley Dursley, nice to meet you as well," the lady said facing Dudley who cowered into his mother's chest, as the strange talked to him. Dudley didn't like this strange lady and wanted her to leave.
After a moments silence Harry spoke, "excuse me Mam but who are you?"
"Oh how rude of me, I'm sorry Mr Potter I am Professor McGonagall deputy head mistress of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry." Dudley looked up from his Mother's shoulder as Professor McGonagall mentioned the strange school.
"I'm sorry, but where?" Harry asked. This surprised McGonagall she hadn't expected Potter to not know what Hogwarts was.
"Didn't you receive your letter last week Mr Potter," McGonagall demanded.
"No, the Dursley's took it off me," Harry admitted. Professor McGonagall eyes widened at this piece of news. She quickly shot her cold glance at the Dursley's.
"What do mean they took it off you?" McGonagall's voice rose at the last bit.
"There will be no magic in this house, I will not allow the boy to go," Petunia spoke this time.
"Oh and you're going to stop him," McGonagall laughed at the thought of these muggles stopping the boys from going to the school. "I'm guessing you never received your letter either Mr Dursley." McGonagall said facing Dudley again.
"I received it, I just didn't believe it, Dad said it was a prank," Dudley stuttered.
"Trust me Mr Dursley it was no prank."
"You have made a mistake, my son is not a freak like you lot," Petunia sneered.
"There is no mistake and your right, your son is not a freak, he is a wizard just like his Aunt and Cousin."
"A wizard," Dudley whispered in surprise looking straight at the Professor now.
"That's right Mr Dursley you're a wizard, just like you are Mr Potter." McGonagall smiled briefly at the lads. Who were staring at her open mouthed.
"I knew it, the moment we took you in, that you would be trouble," Petunia snarled at Harry looking like she was ready to attack him. "Look what you have done you have infected my son."
"Excuse me Mrs Dursley but there was no infecting. You can't catch being a wizard from being near one, you are born a wizard, and Dudley's name has been down for Hogwarts since he was three years old. If Dudley inherited this from anyone it was you Mrs Dursley."
"How dare you?" Petunia stormed and started to make her way over to McGonagall who got her wand out in protection. Petunia stopped at the appearance of the wand.
"I'd plan your next steps very carefully if I was you Mrs Dursley," McGonagall threatened. Petunia quickly made it back to her seat and McGonagall put her wand back in her robes. "Well your sister was Lily Evans, who was a very talented witch, there must be magic in your family, which has now transferred to Dudley. So I believe that you owe Mr Potter an apology." The apology never came but Petunia sent chilling looks to Harry who refused to look her in the eyes, never taking his eyes of McGonagall.
"To your special circumstances, Professor Dumbledore has arranged for a helper to take Mr Potter and Mr Dursley to Diagon Alley to buy their school thing. Thank you for your time Mr and Mrs Dursley. Harry and Dudley I look forward to seeing you in Hogwarts, Hagrid will come and collect you on Saturday, if you have any questions, Hagrid will be happy to answer them." With that Professor McGonagall walked out. Harry and Dudley looked at each other and then at Vernon and Petunia.
"Did you know my mother was a witch?" Harry asked. Dudley didn't say anything just kept on going over what Professor McGonagall said, a wizard.
"I'm a Wizard," Dudley said suddenly and then he smiled.
Author Notes: Thanks for reading. Please review this is my first Harry Potter story.
By the way I don't know if this has been done before and if it has I'm sorry but I've never seen one like this before.
