What if Dudley was the Boy who Lived?
I hope no one did this story yet.
So I got to thinking what if Petunia Dursley just this once let Dudley visit her sister, Lily. But she did it just when Harry was in danger. Seeing as this might be the only chance Lily had, she took it. Dudley was barely sentient yet as he was only 1 month older than Harry.
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Chapter 1: Dudley Do What?
It was a festive time for some decorations scattered around town. It was the day of the dead, All Hallow's Eve aka Halloween, children here and there in costume. The multitude of figures in black robes walking toward the quint cottage that seems to be nothing important. While this group cared not for sweets as most people in get up did.
No children ever went to a particular cottage to "trick or treat" or beg for candy as the adults called it as it was. Not that they could for an invisible barrier was erected that steers away those that are not friends. But the man leading the multitude of black robe minions was not a friend, he sneered evily as he thought of the circumstances that lead him here.
The Potters thought themselves safe but they trusted the wrong man, Wormtail, though not trustworthy was a decent minion. For without his knowledge, there was few magic strong enough to find the couple. But he wasn';t just here for the Potter family, no there had a baby that he needed to find. For it was this child he feared, but he knew not why. Maybe he was being paranoid, but al threats to his safety and power must be stopped.
Suddenly, the leader with crimson eyes and wicked mustache walks close to the door, inside James has a funny feeling, wand in hand looks out eye hole in the front door. He spot the fearsome being he hoped would never find him. Not while he was with his child and their cousin. Why his wife ever brought that kid here now was a wonder. What was worst was he had trouble refusing her anything. "Lily, take Dudley and I'll grab Harry. Voldemort is here! Go! Run, I'll try to hold him off but…"
Lily takes one last look at her son then grab her nephew. She so wanted to be a part of her nephew's life. Her sister hated her for having magic, but she still loved her family despite how they acted. She wished her nephew, Dudley and her son, Harry, would grow to be fast friends and always be there for each other. Please, let my selfish wishes not be the end of her nephew, she thought. She begged for days Petunia, her sister, to let her see her nephew just a little while. Finally, out of nowhere, Petunia let her, but she chose now when Lily was on the run. Since this might be her only chance, Lily took it. She was a Gryffindor, fearless was just how you were. Lily gave Harry one last hug and grab Dudley while hurrying to bedroom for her wand.
Back in the main room, Voldemort with his wicked mustache and a sinister grin blasts the door open sending James to the floor quacking erecting a shield spell to protect him for the shattered door pieces. "Give me the child, Mr. Potter," the robed figure says intimidatingly. Behind Voldemort, James sees multiple figures laughing eerily. "You shall Not pass, " James says creating a crack in the very earth itself sending shards of rock at Voldemort who waves his wand turning them into dust. James quickly conjures multitude of nickle-sized birds at Voldemort attempting to peck at him but the counters with a conjuration of a shadowy hand swatting them into the wall.
"I rather like those books as well, but I find the Hobbit a better ending, don't you?" Voldemort smirks and shouts, "Windgardium Athroatra" as a invisible force lifts James off the ground and into the wall. The wet juicy liquid from the conjured birds covering James' back. "I've been experimenting, why levitate the whole object when I can just lift the most important part. Don't kill him yet, we can deal with him after the child".
Voldemort starts walking toward the bedroom. James still had his wand pointing at Voldemort, but he could barely breath as he struggled to part the force holding upon his neck. He raises his wand higher, but one of Voldemort's minions sends a stunning spell at the man. James starts losing consciousness, but before he does he sends a green flashing beam at Voldemort, but with no power behind it, it barely hurts Voldemort. Another minion sends a cutting curse at the child in the crib, while Voldemort wanted to do it, he was sure that child couldn't be the one. Why else would she run to another?
Next, the door burst open, Voldemort cackles madly. Dudley starts crying at all this commotion. Lily screams, "Please, not Dudley, please leave him be! He has nothing to do with this."
Voldemort, "Stand aside, you silly girl…. Stand aside now." Voldemort thought to him seld, ' I'll be merciful even. I've had my fill of murder today. Just move now.'
Lily, yells, "Not Dudley, my sister will never forgive me… take me instead, please have mercy.!"
Dudley hears a shrill laughter and Lily screaming. There was some sort of green flash… a burning pain in his forehead. Then another screaming as the mustache dissolved into nothing and the man dissolved into a puddle as he screamed. All of the minions ran like their arms were burning as well. The whole house started shaking, cracks forming throughout.
Some hour later, a man who was unlikely to be seen at this quint house appeared. He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard. Both of which were long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes with a purple cloak that kept sweeping the ground, and high heeled buckled boots. He held his blue sparkling eyes behind long half-moon spectacles. He beheld on his face a long, thin nose. "So, this was where it all happened…" the man exclaimed.
He searched through the wreckage and found the first baby. He sighed, as the wound to the stomache was too far gone to be healed. He knew what Harry Potter looked like and sighed deeply. This will be avenged he decided. He hoped maybe one of the Potters' lived. He eventually heard a baby's cry. He sent flying a dresser in another room, there on the ground was a curious sight.
The pudgy little baby was gnawing on a wand, every once in a while a magic spark was shot out scaring the little babe, but he just kept gnawing. The most impressionable spot on his face was a crooked lightning bolt scar on his forehead. This blond haired blue eyed child was the only one to survive Voldemort, but how? The wizard waved his wand on the child's head analyzing the scar's magical properties. Curious, the wizard thought. So, this wasn't Harry, but who are you?
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So that was the first chapter. Hope you liked it.