AN: The format I will be applying will be similar to Riordan's Heroes of Olympus series where the chapter title is the current POV setting. This will be a multilayered compilation and an in-depth growth of characters which I find lackluster in the actual series without changing much of how the plot is.

I will still use the concept of Horcruxes and I will stay true to the actual Horcrux but I do plan on shortening the time frame in which he has to defeat Voldemort

Chapter 1: Harry

How he hated his summer…

Having arrived at 4 Privet Drive in Little Whinging, Surrey, not waiting for his Uncle to yell or order him, he grabbed his trunk hauled it up his room and shut it and fell on the bed. He was physically fine but mentally and emotionally exhausted from everything that has happened.

Harry Potter was not known to be even remotely excited about returning to the Dursley's in any way. Guilt and misery washed over him as he remembered his last summer mourning for Cedric and how he would now do the same for the closest thing he had to a father. While he knew deep down that it wasn't his fault, no matter how much he had been reminded that it was Voldemort who caused it, he couldn't let go.

He merely wanted to laze around hoping this summer will feel much quicker, he closed his eyes.

He was surprised as he heard knocking on his door, looking at the clock, he saw that it was only 6:30 in the morning. Grumbling, thinking about how his Aunt Petunia might push him to work so early, he was surprised even further that it was Dudley.

"Uhm" started Dudley.

"W-What?" yawned Harry "Your mum asked you to get me to make breakfast?"

"No, just wondering…if you'd like to jog with me?" whispered Dudley

Harry stared at him. That last comment shook him out of his daze long enough to register something he felt off. Not wrong but ever since he got here, things have been quiet. Now thinking about it, he did wonder the lack of his Uncle's yelling last night.

"It's ok if you don't want to." Stammered Dudley suddenly "It's just that you've got that look from last year and I know you're angry and you could join me in letting out some steam and… and…" Dudley stopped as Harry laughed.

"Ok, who are you and what have you done to my cousin? The Big D I knew did give a rat's ass about what I go through every bloody year and now he wants to spend time with me as early as day 1."

"Cause…I owe you my life" replied Dudley softly

"Not really, more like your soul" joked Harry watching his cousin pale a bit before smirking

"Look Dudley, I get it… things-"

"-will change for the better. You really have no idea do you?" interrupted Dudley

"Well, Uncle Vernon didn't yell at me if that's what you're telling me. I just thought he'd love for me to shut up." Harry said sarcastically

"Dad's adjusting but I yelled at Mum and Dad during Christmas break and we… uhm… came to a sort of agreement."

Harry's curiosity was now peaked, here was his cousin really trying to get back to his good graces because of some fat pink toad's vendetta on him and the fact that he was sincere! That shocked him more than anything as he never view his cousin having as bad of memories as compared to him.

"Why don't we jog tomorrow, instead, tell me what happened because I do have my doubts." Said Harry.

"Alright" Dudley stepped in to his bedroom and sat down on his bed.

"So…before you say anything, let me go first." Harry took a deep breath "The reason I'm doubtful is because dementors, those things that wanted to suck your soul, feed on it and use your bad memories as a way to turn you into them will only actually turn you into one if you do have enough said bad memories and truthfully, I've seen you spoiled all your life getting everything that you've wanted so you can see why I doubt even saving your sorry ass from them back then for it to change you this much."

Dudley roared with laughter which sounded a lot like Rons, Harry felt it was a genuine laugh as it was the first time he heard it

"It wasn't show me bad memories. I don't even consider my life full of bad ones to even make me miserable. Instead, it showed me all my bloody fears." Dudley paused smiling a bit in a sad way.

"I saw myself, same build as my father. However, I also saw myself die to most normal cases of obesity and left my child to you. I saw how you only saw the anger my family has shown you and reflected it back to my child. I also saw myself as nothing more than the reflection of my father rather than to make something out of myself. I saw that I was a good for nothing waste of space as everything that I have I cannot even be proud of because none of it I ever worked hard on." Dudley paused, Harry saw in his eyes the pain and sadness that he overcame.

"I went into counseling this school year and asked myself the hard questions. What am I good at, what will make me feel as if I accomplished something regardless of what my parents wanted in my life. I decided to continue with boxing not because it replaced bullying but because I want to be the person that everyone could look up to instead of feared upon...Besides, my fist has been tempered from all the bullying I did. I left Peers and Malcolm permanently. Good thing too as the got themselves landed in juvi for some idiotic thing."

"This Christmas, I asked why my parents haven't asked you home once since you've gone study magic."

"See, Dad was convinced that the longer you were gone the better and that Mum was almost assured you'd be freakier than before. I yelled back at them saying that they should be glad that you were getting freakier as if Dad continued to beat the magic out of you as he said then I wouldn't be here. We went for hours arguing that there's nothing good about you being here because you were the reason that those demen-things where even near me." Dudley reddened at this point from slight anger at his parents. Harry looked at his cousin appreciatively for the first time.

"I told them that if the way every 'freak' worships you, than you'd be someone important and that angering a community that can do pretty much anything for hurting someone they consider a hero is rather stupid. I even appealed to his greed by saying that because they could do anything, wouldn't it be reasonable to work with them like asking Harry eventually to help you to do the impossible request he complains about at his work" Dudley rolled his eyes at this.

"Sorry about it by the way, I'm guessing that Dad's still thinking about that last statement. Mum on the other hand might have remembered what your mum could do and considered the possibilities. I wanted you to have one summer where they don't yell at you too much and I'm guessing you're not done being angry from last year." With that Dudley stood up and was about to leave but Harry held him back.

"While I applaud your manipulative skills. I'd really like to say… that everything we've been through sucked. I never knew you other than the candy loving, cousin-beating, fake crying fat ass that can get mummy to do whatever he wants-" Dudley nodded in a somber way.

"-but I'm willing to get to know him this summer." Said Harry smiling.

"Yeah, and I owe you 15 years' worth of presents. Tell you what, let's eat some breakfast, shower, meet me downstairs in about 2 hours. Let's shop you some clothes that aren't hand me downs." Harry chuckled at his cousins statement and proceeded to go down.