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A 17 year old Dudley Dursley woke up to the usual silence that filled the house at seven in the morning. It was July the 27th, the day that Dudley was dreading the most. It was the day that he would confess to his parents what he had been hiding for so long just to gain their acceptance. Yes, the great Dudley Dursley, school's most feared bully was scared. He was scared that he too would be locked in a cupboard all his life. He was scared that he too would live on tiny rations of vegetables and bread, while spending all his time locked up, pretending he didn't exist just so he wouldn't get beaten.

This was the life that Dudley Dursley had lived for the past 7 years. This was the life that he had promised himself would end on this very day. But he was scared. He was scared that his parents would disown him, send him away, or proceed to pretend that he didn't exist. But all of that no longer mattered. He had to make one of the hardest decisions in his life. From the moment he found out, he had always chosen Harry. Even if Dudley acted like Harry was scum, it was always Harry. So why should he have changed his mind now?

Even though he had made his decision, he was still scared. His secret was not the type of secret that his parents or even Harry would expect. He, Dudley Dursley, was a wizard. He had known since he was eleven years old when he received the letter. He knew that his parents would never forgive him for being a wizard, even if it wasn't his fault. In fact, they would probably never forgive themselves for letting it happen.

Dudley was particularly afraid of his mother, as she had always been disgusted at her sister's talent. She was disgusted at the way that her parents gave her sister all the attention. Lily Potter then went on to die a horrible death. But still, Petunia would not budge. But on the other hand, Dudley's father, Vernon, would agree with anything that Petunia said and perform cruel punishments to those who upset her.

So Dudley Dursley had decided to send a very angry, convincing letter back to Hogwarts claiming to be his mother, and stating that he would not be attending the school. And since Dudley was not as special as the great Harry Potter, they did not push him into going. Instead, he had spent the last 7 years teaching himself how to use a wand instead of going to Hogwarts. While Harry was away at school, he used to sneak into his room steal some of his wizarding books that either Vernon had confiscated, Harry had rarely left behind.

And so Dudley had become very good at memorising the spells and wand movements. Now all he needed was a wand. When Harry came home for the summer holidays, Vernon would often confiscate his wand whenever he could. Dudley was then able to take the wand and try out all the spells he could remember. Nobody ever found out apart from one person who happened to be watching from their second story window...

Mrs Figg was taking her washing into her bedroom to fold and put away, when she felt a breeze coming from her window. She decided to close it, so she walked over to the window and saw that in the house next to her was a 14 year old Dudley Dursley holding a wand and performing a spell. She quickly dropped all her washing and knocked on the Dursley's door.

"Hello, Mrs Figg" Vernon Dursley had answered.

"Vernon, hello, may I come in?" Mrs Figg asked.

"Of course" Vernon ushered her into the hallway.

"I was wondering if I could speak to Dudley-"

"Why do you want to speak to my son?" Vernon questioned her sternly.

"Because I may have found something of his that was left at my house from your last visit?"

"Three years ago?"

"Yes, well, I'm getting old..."

"Very well, Dudley is just upstairs now, first door on the right"

"Thank you, Vernon" and with that Mrs Figg walked upstairs and opened Dudley's door. She walked in to find a shocked Dudley who had frozen in his room holding Harry Potter's wand.

"I-I-I c-can expl-plain" Dudley stuttered. But it was too late.

"Sit down, boy" Mrs Figg motioned to Dudley's bed and everything was explained.

So Mrs Figg became the only person that knew Dudley's noble plan. His plan was to go to Hogwarts for the final year that he could, then hopefully aid Harry in his fight to destroy the Dark Lord by accompanying him and his friends once he had finished his studys. But there were two problems, however.

Firstly, his parents would either refuse to let him go or immediately disown him and leave him with Harry in hope that neither would return. The secondly, Harry was far too kind and would probably never let his cousin, whether he hated him or not, to put his life on the line for him. He was always reluctant to let people do that kind of thing for him.

Dudley's train of thought was interrupted by his growling stomach, begging him for a nice, hearty breakfast. Dudley got up, got dressed and walked downstairs. He had made the effort to lose weight and get fit for the quests that he hoped to take part in, so he was no longer the fat, pig-like bully who couldn't chase a kid further than 5 meters. He was now quite slim and could run/jog a few kilometres before collapsing on the ground.

Harry and his parents seemed to have been noticing the difference recently, but his loving mother and father thought nothing of it. They simply said that they were proud of their little 'duddykins' for getting in shape. Harry, on the other hand, was quite suspicious. He figured that there must have been a reason behind Dudley's sudden health frenzy. Dudley has especially surprised his family last year when he simply said 'no' to his normal cake for breakfast, instead putting himself down a piece of toast.

And that was exactly what he did that very morning. He had given up his four chocolate milkshakes a day and cut it down to one. That was when Harry began to question Dudley, but he just replied stating that he had a change of heart, and thought that he had best get healthy if he wanted to take up a sport, and they left it at that.

After Dudley finished his usual toast and marmalade with his milkshake, he walked upstairs ad spent the rest of the day packing. When evening came and they were sitting around the table for dinner (Dudley convinced his parents to leave the evacuation of the house until Harry left), Dudley cleared his throat and began his confession.

"Um, Mum, Dad and Harry" he began nervously. "I have something to say..." His parents and Harry looked up at him, signally for him to continue. "I have been keeping something for a long time. Ever since I was eleven I have had to hide this from you, in hope that you would still accept me. So when you find out, I hope that you still will. Harry" Dudley addressed Harry directly.

"I don't really hate you" he said as Harry became more and more confused. "It was an act right from when I was eleven, or younger even... I'm a wizard"

Harry, who had just been taking a sip of water, choked on it and spit it back into his cup. Petunia and Vernon were frozen with shock, eyes filled with thousands of emotions.

"I have decided to choose Harry" Dudley continued. "I want to help him, I always have wanted to help him, but I was afraid that you would never forgive me for it, Mum and Dad. I want to go to Hogwarts this year and hopefully join Harry at some stage to aid him in his fight".

"Dudley?" Harry's eyes were wide in shock, matching the expressions on both Petunia's and Vernon's faces. "But how..."

Dudley explained to them how he used Harry's things to train himself to one day help the wizarding world destroy Voldemort. He also told them how he hoped to follow Harry in his journey after his year of education at Hogwarts.

"I'm sorry" Dudley finished.

"Dudley, all this time... I thought..." Harry seemed lost for words. "Thank you" he said quietly.

"Dudley, you know we love you" his Mum said soothingly. "I will support you in your decisions, but this... it's far too dangerous"

"I'm only going to Hogwarts, Mum. I might not even get to fight"

"I don't know Dudley" Vernon said, shaking his head. "I guess we'd be alright with it if the wizard world wasn't in some sort of war with a madman running loose"

"I'll be ok, I can write to you everyday"

"But you haven't even got a letter" his mother continued to argue. "You can't be accepted into the school without a letter"

"I save my letter from when I was eleven. I've pack my bags and I'm ready to go. Mrs Figg is a squib and-"

"A what?" Vernon snapped.

"A normal person who has wizard parents. She contacted Minerva McGonagall and said that I can use the floo network, whatever that is. Please, let me go to Hogwarts"

Petunia and Vernon looked at each other in terror. They definitely did not expect their perfect son to be one of 'that lot'. But what had been done was done, and they couldn't change anything.

"When does this Gonnaball person turn up?" Vernon asked his son.

"She's coming in one hour whether I'm coming or not"

"I, I don't know Dudley. I..."


Cliff-hanger! Sorry, I know how annoying they are... I'll try not to let it happen again :)

But the next chapter should be out tomorrow or the next day. Please review and tell me what you think!