the Good Ones
Summary: Imagine what Dudley Dursley is thinking of the little of Harry's world that he understands. (oneshot) (repost)
Disclaimer: We could pretend that I own the Weasley twins…right?
a/n:I don't know what inspired me to write this fanfic, but I really think that it was a good idea. I may or may not have executed it properly, but the initial idea was pretty good.
Yay, edited and reposted!!!
Harry Potter.
That's a name I can live without thinking of.
Ever since I was born, Potter has been living with my parents and I. And for just as long, we've been treating him like he is some sort of monster-which he is. I'm not saying I regret it. I mean, if you knew what he was, how would you treat him? Certainly not as well as we have, thats for sure. For the whole time he has selfishly lived with us, mum and dad have encouraged my terrorizing him.
I do wonder though, what he does at that place. Whenever he came back during the summer, his stuff is taken from him, and he's put back into the room with all my junk. He's threatened to turn me into several small, slimy creatures, particularily something called a "Muggle" I never dared ask mum what a Muggle is, incase Harry's threat was not an idle one.-Gah! I've just got bacon grease all over my paper. Now its gone all blotchy, but it smells nice.-Any time we pick him up from King's cross, he's with a bunch of freaks with red hair, and another one with frizzy curly brown hair. They all seem to dote on him.
I don't get it. Potter is famous or something at that freak school of his. And he would be. But what really gets me is that for the past few summers we didn't even need to see him because he's gone of with the freaks with red hair. Why would they have him over for a whole summer? Can he be that well liked? No. Not possible. Anyway, we keep telling people that he's gone to St. Brutus' school for boys. Its quite funny though. Because when we first had to tell my aunt about it 3 or 4 years ago, harry turned her into some sort of balloon. It was nearly as scary as when that huge man came and found us at vacation and gave me a...pigs tail...it had to be surgicaly removed.
The doctors were looking at me as if I was the freak. But I'm not a freak. Its all Potter. Potter was easy to beat up. In fact, when he was around, I was in control of the school. I was popular. He was bullied, and I was glorified. Now I haven't got any friends. And once again, its Potter's fault. Did he put a curse on me? I know this girl, she's nice to everyone, but she can't stand me in the least. She doesn't even know me, but she saw me torturing some useless animal and told me that "Instant Karma" was going to get me. She said that it was a Beatles song. I don't care about the Beatles, karma, or any Hippy-isim shit that that girl has to say to me. I told her to sod of, and that her fung-shui was fogging her egg-foo-young. but...maybe, maybe she's got a point. Am I being punished for being cruel to animals...and even Potter? No. Can't be. But my dad's business is going quite badly. He denies a curse-but I know thats what he's secretly scared of. I've asked mum about karma and she said that we were the good ones, we weren't the freaks like her sister and her disgusting offspring...but sometimes at night I wonder, even if we're not the freaks, the ones with robes, wands and pointed hats, are we really the good ones?
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A/N:
Contrary to popular beleif, the song Instant Karma! is a Beatles song. But when it was to be put out, Paul refused to have his name on it. So it wasn't put down as a Lennon/McCartney. But really, it is. Same with the song Cold Turkey.