Author's Note: Hey people! Thanks so much for all the nice reviews, I did what
you asked. A spelling check...
So, this is the same old story with a spelling check. By the way, I cahnged my
Pen Name to Angelical. Ta-Ta.
Dedicated to Lia Escobar, thanks for helping me so much.
THE NEW DUDLEY DURSLEY
Dudley went down the stairs, jumping three at a time, as fast as he could. His
green electric guitar on a hand and a jacket on the other. He ran past the living
room where his dad was reading the newspaper and his mom was having a cup of
tea.
"Bye mom, bye dad. See ya!" he shouted as he rushed by. His father looked over
the newspaper and muttered something before going back to reading. His mother
just stared at him blankly. Dudley knew what exactly was going on inside their
heads. A simple question that they both asked every single time they saw him,
"Where did we go wrong?"
Dudley ran over to the door and left his guitar on the floor as he checked the set
of keys that were hanging on the wall to find the correct one.
They usually asked that question. "Where did we go wrong?" Dudley couldn't blame
them. He was definitely the opposite to their idea of the perfect son. Dudley
looked at his reflection on the mirror that was hanging next to the keys, an old
mirror that his mother has inherited from and old relative. A thin and tall teenage
boy looked back at him. He had long blonde hair up to the shoulders, and tiny blue
eyes. He was wearing a black T-shirt with a shiny green snake on it, and old ragged
jeans.
Whenever Dudley looked into a mirror, he knew exactly why he wasn't his father's
idea of perfection.
"I know where you went wrong, dad" he whispered to himself. And he knew. He had
known ever since he turned 16. Last year. He discovered that he wasn't happy. Not
happy at all, actually, he was an "hidden soul", as his girlfriend Jesse called him. He
stared at the image in the mirror for a couple of minutes.
"DUD! COME ON! WHAT'S TAKING YOU SO LONG?" screamed Jesse's voice from
outside. Dudley picked his guitar and rushed outside.
Jesse was standing next to her motorcycle, wearing her well-known black helmet
and holding another one for Dudley. Dudley walked over to her.
"Hullo, Duddie!" said Jesse with an evil grin.
"Don' call me Duddie... Jessebelle!" replied Dudley.
"Okay, okay, just don't say my x name out loud!" she said in a tone that most people
would use for top secrets.
Dudley kissed her on the cheek before taking his helmet. A pink helmet.
"Pink?!"
"Sorry, but it was the only one I could get... unless you preferred one with the
Teletubbies?" said Jesse smiling.
"Whatever" he muttered as he putted the pink helmet on.
Dudley stared at Jesse with admiration. She was the kind of person Dudley would
like to be. She was a rebel, she acted the way she wanted to, she did whatever she
pleased, and over all that, she was a nice girl. She was extremely slim. With long
red hair that was usually in a ponytail. Her eyes were of a clear blue that reminded
Dudley of the clear sky. She had both ears pierced from the begging to the end,
and was especially proud of a tattoo with the shape of a snake, around her belly.
She was wearing a red tank top that matched her hair color and a pair of jeans.
"What?" asked Jesse when she had noticed that Dudley was staring at her.
"Oh, nothing" said Dudley as she sat behind Jesse, she never allowed anyone else
than herself to ride it. Not even her boyfriend.
Jesse started the motorcycle and they were son riding away from Private Drive.
"I think I left my drumsticks at home" announced Jesse as soon as they parked the
motorcycle next to a especially bushy tree.
"There's no time to go for them" answered Dudley as he started walking away with his
guitar, Jesse followed. Dudley walked through the crowded streets of London looking for
the places were his band was supposed to play.
"What was the name? Cafe Rock?" asked Jesse while she started checking a map that
she had brought with her.
"Rock Cafe" corrected Dudley looking around for some kind of cafe "Are you sure it's on
this side of the city?"
"Yeah, Robin wrote the address for me" she said taking another piece of paper and
showing it to her boyfriend.
Dudley turned the paper around several times before being able to read it.
"Main Street?" he asked forcing his eyes to read Robin's writing.
"No! It says Maple street!"
"You're wrong, it says... Is that a Z ?" said Jesse shacking her head.
"We're lost!" replied Dudley throwing the piece of paper into a trash can near them.
Dudley looked around the city trying to find the famous clock. He soon found it, and the
Big Ben told him that he had exactly 15 minutes to get to where ever he had to get.
"You got money?" asked Dudley noticing a payphone near them.
"You?" asked Jesse. Dudley checked his pocket, thought he knew there was no money
there. His dad had stopped giving him his allowance when he started a band.
"Nope"
"Men!" muttered Jesse as she took a coin from her pocket and walked over to the
payphone. She threw the coin into the hole of the phone and stared at Dudley.
"Who are you planning to call?"
Dudley didn't answer. She was right, who was he planning to call? Robin didn't have a
cell phone, and he didn't know the Rock Cafe's phone number.
"Let me" said Dudley moving to Jesse's place and starting dialing. It was a number that
he had been given in case of emergency, a Vernon emergency to be exact. A number
that his parents wouldn't call for nothing in the whole world.
In the third "ring" someone picked up the phone and answered.
"Granger residence, can I help you?" a soft voice asked.
"Uh... yeah... could I speak with Harry, please?" asked Dudley nervously. Jesse stared
at him with a quizzical look on her face.
"Hang on" said the voice to Dudley.
"Who's Harry?" whispered Jesse.
"He's my cou-- Harry?"
"Ron?" asked his cousin's voice on the other side of the phone.
"No, Dudley"
"Dudley ?! What are you doing ?! Aunt Petunia is going to--" started Harry excitedly.
"Shut up! I'm not at home"
"Where are you?" asked Harry surprised
"London"
"What the heck are you doing in London?!" asked Harry still too surprised.
"Forget it... remember you told me about this friend who let you stay with her for the
Christmas holidays? In London?"
"You mean Hermione?"
"That one, does she have a car?"
"Why?"
"Oh, come on! Look, we got a gig here, and we're supposed to be at a place for a
practice in 15 minutes-"
"10 minutes" corrected Jesse.
"Whatever! Any ways, we need a lift, Harry... Do you know where the rock cafe is?"
"You want me to take you there?"
"You can't see me, but I'm begging on my knees!" he lied.
"Yeah sure" replied Harry in a sarcastic tone "I'll ask Hermione, where are you?"
"Good question! Jesse, where are we?" asked Dudley to Jesse.
"Am I supposed to know?" asked Jesse.
"Er.. Harry, I'm not very sure about it..."
"Forget it! We'll find you!" were Harry's last words, before Dudley's time was out.
"Wait, don't use magic I'm with a--"
Dudley hanged up the phone and turned to Jesse.
"They're coming for us" he announced. Jesse smiled and rolled her eyes.
"I doubt they'll make it, unless they can fly, of course!"
"Er.. they can... trust me"
**********
The car turned around a corner at all it's speed, knocking down a group of ladies that
were walking.
"Er... what was your name?" asked Jesse looking back at the old ladies that were trying
to get up from the floor.
She was sitting on the back seat of a green jeep with Dudley and his guitar, on the front
seats was a girl with long and bushy brown hair and a boy that was supposed to be
Dudley's cousin.
"Hermione, Hermione Granger" answered the girl as she made the car turn around
another corner as fast as the wheels could.
"Herm... where did you get your license?" asked Harry taking the words out from
Dudley's mouth.
"What license?" asked Hermione on an innocent tone. Dudley looked at her surprised,
Harry and him had become closer since Dudley decided to have a new life, and from
what he had heard about Hermione, the girl who had invited Harry over her house for
the holidays, she was supposed to be calm.
"Hermi's a little wild on the road" Harry told Jesse and Dudley. Jesse nodded, not ever
Jesse was that wild.
"Here we are!" said Hermione smiling as they stopped suddenly in front of a dark
building. Dudley opened his door and jumped out, Jesse followed him, trying to get
away from the car.
The rock cafe happened to be a building, with two floors, and painted completely in
black, except for the many and different guitars that were painted on the walls, and the
red shinning letters that read: Rock Cafe.
Dudley and Jesse exchanged looks and walked in, followed by Hermione and Harry.
The rock cafe was definitely not as dark inside, every single inch of the walls were filled
with posters of rock stars. In te center of the first floor was a stage, where Dudley was
supposed to perform, around it, many tables and chairs. A big golden stair that probably
lead to the second floor has little stars on it, and the ceiling of the cafe was covered by
Christmas lights.
"Yo! Guys!"
Dudley and Jesse turned around to find Robin running towards them. His hair moving
behind him and his bass hanging from his neck. Dudley grinned at his sight. Robin was
his best friend, since he decided to stop going out with his bulling friends. Robin had a
personality Dudley admired, he could be serious and fun, positive and negative, and
happy and depressing. Robin stood in front of them and smiled.
Robin's hair was short, up to his ears, and he had dyed it blue. Earrings covered his
right ear, but he didn't have a single tattoo, mainly, because he was afraid of the
machine used to make them. He was wearing blue shorts and a yellow shirt that had
been singed by the whole band.
"Hey, Dudders! You came!" he said giving Dudley a high five.
"Well, it wasn't easy..." started Dudley.
"In a word: Your calligraphy sucks!" finished Jesse smiling at him in an evil way.
"Hey! I don't live in London! What if I got confused with the street's name?"
Jesse ignored him and walked over to the stage, where her drums were. Robin followed
her with his eyes until she started looking for her drumsticks again, then his eyes felt on
Hermione and Harry.
"Who are they?" he asked Dudley.
"He's my cousin, Harry, and she's his friend, Hermione" explained Dudley "And he is
Robin, guys"
Robin smiled at Harry and Hermione.
"Your cousin, huh? He doesn't look a bit like you!"
"...'Course not! We're cousins, not brothers" said Harry.
"And that lovely lady is Hermione?" asked Robin in an innocent tone, while Hermione
blushed. Dudley walked over to the stage were the rest of the band was practicing.
Aggie, who did the singing, and Mike, who played the keyboard, grinned at him. Aggie
was a short girl, who happened to be Jesee's best friend. Aggie's skin was brown and
she had curly black hair, but her eyes were of a clear green. Mike had long blonde hair,
wich he usually holded into a ponytail. He had to wear glasses, wich gave him and
intellectual look. Mike was really sweet and nice, but he wasn't really good at thinking.
"Anyone seen my drumsticks?" shouted Jesee "The gig starts in an hour and a half, I
need them!"
"I think I saw them with Mike's keyboard..." said Robin, who had stopped trying to score
with Hermione and had invited her and Harry to stay for the gig. He jumped onto the
stage and walked over to Jesse.
"Surprise" he whispered as he took the her drumsticks from his pocket. Jesee's face
filled with happiness.
"You had them! It's so great to have them back! I really missed them, I-- Hang on! YOU
HAD THEM?! I spent hours looking for them, I had to stay up last night looking for a
replacement, I..." Jesse's shouting went on and on.
Dudley started playing his guitar, hoping to shut her up.
you asked. A spelling check...
So, this is the same old story with a spelling check. By the way, I cahnged my
Pen Name to Angelical. Ta-Ta.
Dedicated to Lia Escobar, thanks for helping me so much.
THE NEW DUDLEY DURSLEY
Dudley went down the stairs, jumping three at a time, as fast as he could. His
green electric guitar on a hand and a jacket on the other. He ran past the living
room where his dad was reading the newspaper and his mom was having a cup of
tea.
"Bye mom, bye dad. See ya!" he shouted as he rushed by. His father looked over
the newspaper and muttered something before going back to reading. His mother
just stared at him blankly. Dudley knew what exactly was going on inside their
heads. A simple question that they both asked every single time they saw him,
"Where did we go wrong?"
Dudley ran over to the door and left his guitar on the floor as he checked the set
of keys that were hanging on the wall to find the correct one.
They usually asked that question. "Where did we go wrong?" Dudley couldn't blame
them. He was definitely the opposite to their idea of the perfect son. Dudley
looked at his reflection on the mirror that was hanging next to the keys, an old
mirror that his mother has inherited from and old relative. A thin and tall teenage
boy looked back at him. He had long blonde hair up to the shoulders, and tiny blue
eyes. He was wearing a black T-shirt with a shiny green snake on it, and old ragged
jeans.
Whenever Dudley looked into a mirror, he knew exactly why he wasn't his father's
idea of perfection.
"I know where you went wrong, dad" he whispered to himself. And he knew. He had
known ever since he turned 16. Last year. He discovered that he wasn't happy. Not
happy at all, actually, he was an "hidden soul", as his girlfriend Jesse called him. He
stared at the image in the mirror for a couple of minutes.
"DUD! COME ON! WHAT'S TAKING YOU SO LONG?" screamed Jesse's voice from
outside. Dudley picked his guitar and rushed outside.
Jesse was standing next to her motorcycle, wearing her well-known black helmet
and holding another one for Dudley. Dudley walked over to her.
"Hullo, Duddie!" said Jesse with an evil grin.
"Don' call me Duddie... Jessebelle!" replied Dudley.
"Okay, okay, just don't say my x name out loud!" she said in a tone that most people
would use for top secrets.
Dudley kissed her on the cheek before taking his helmet. A pink helmet.
"Pink?!"
"Sorry, but it was the only one I could get... unless you preferred one with the
Teletubbies?" said Jesse smiling.
"Whatever" he muttered as he putted the pink helmet on.
Dudley stared at Jesse with admiration. She was the kind of person Dudley would
like to be. She was a rebel, she acted the way she wanted to, she did whatever she
pleased, and over all that, she was a nice girl. She was extremely slim. With long
red hair that was usually in a ponytail. Her eyes were of a clear blue that reminded
Dudley of the clear sky. She had both ears pierced from the begging to the end,
and was especially proud of a tattoo with the shape of a snake, around her belly.
She was wearing a red tank top that matched her hair color and a pair of jeans.
"What?" asked Jesse when she had noticed that Dudley was staring at her.
"Oh, nothing" said Dudley as she sat behind Jesse, she never allowed anyone else
than herself to ride it. Not even her boyfriend.
Jesse started the motorcycle and they were son riding away from Private Drive.
"I think I left my drumsticks at home" announced Jesse as soon as they parked the
motorcycle next to a especially bushy tree.
"There's no time to go for them" answered Dudley as he started walking away with his
guitar, Jesse followed. Dudley walked through the crowded streets of London looking for
the places were his band was supposed to play.
"What was the name? Cafe Rock?" asked Jesse while she started checking a map that
she had brought with her.
"Rock Cafe" corrected Dudley looking around for some kind of cafe "Are you sure it's on
this side of the city?"
"Yeah, Robin wrote the address for me" she said taking another piece of paper and
showing it to her boyfriend.
Dudley turned the paper around several times before being able to read it.
"Main Street?" he asked forcing his eyes to read Robin's writing.
"No! It says Maple street!"
"You're wrong, it says... Is that a Z ?" said Jesse shacking her head.
"We're lost!" replied Dudley throwing the piece of paper into a trash can near them.
Dudley looked around the city trying to find the famous clock. He soon found it, and the
Big Ben told him that he had exactly 15 minutes to get to where ever he had to get.
"You got money?" asked Dudley noticing a payphone near them.
"You?" asked Jesse. Dudley checked his pocket, thought he knew there was no money
there. His dad had stopped giving him his allowance when he started a band.
"Nope"
"Men!" muttered Jesse as she took a coin from her pocket and walked over to the
payphone. She threw the coin into the hole of the phone and stared at Dudley.
"Who are you planning to call?"
Dudley didn't answer. She was right, who was he planning to call? Robin didn't have a
cell phone, and he didn't know the Rock Cafe's phone number.
"Let me" said Dudley moving to Jesse's place and starting dialing. It was a number that
he had been given in case of emergency, a Vernon emergency to be exact. A number
that his parents wouldn't call for nothing in the whole world.
In the third "ring" someone picked up the phone and answered.
"Granger residence, can I help you?" a soft voice asked.
"Uh... yeah... could I speak with Harry, please?" asked Dudley nervously. Jesse stared
at him with a quizzical look on her face.
"Hang on" said the voice to Dudley.
"Who's Harry?" whispered Jesse.
"He's my cou-- Harry?"
"Ron?" asked his cousin's voice on the other side of the phone.
"No, Dudley"
"Dudley ?! What are you doing ?! Aunt Petunia is going to--" started Harry excitedly.
"Shut up! I'm not at home"
"Where are you?" asked Harry surprised
"London"
"What the heck are you doing in London?!" asked Harry still too surprised.
"Forget it... remember you told me about this friend who let you stay with her for the
Christmas holidays? In London?"
"You mean Hermione?"
"That one, does she have a car?"
"Why?"
"Oh, come on! Look, we got a gig here, and we're supposed to be at a place for a
practice in 15 minutes-"
"10 minutes" corrected Jesse.
"Whatever! Any ways, we need a lift, Harry... Do you know where the rock cafe is?"
"You want me to take you there?"
"You can't see me, but I'm begging on my knees!" he lied.
"Yeah sure" replied Harry in a sarcastic tone "I'll ask Hermione, where are you?"
"Good question! Jesse, where are we?" asked Dudley to Jesse.
"Am I supposed to know?" asked Jesse.
"Er.. Harry, I'm not very sure about it..."
"Forget it! We'll find you!" were Harry's last words, before Dudley's time was out.
"Wait, don't use magic I'm with a--"
Dudley hanged up the phone and turned to Jesse.
"They're coming for us" he announced. Jesse smiled and rolled her eyes.
"I doubt they'll make it, unless they can fly, of course!"
"Er.. they can... trust me"
**********
The car turned around a corner at all it's speed, knocking down a group of ladies that
were walking.
"Er... what was your name?" asked Jesse looking back at the old ladies that were trying
to get up from the floor.
She was sitting on the back seat of a green jeep with Dudley and his guitar, on the front
seats was a girl with long and bushy brown hair and a boy that was supposed to be
Dudley's cousin.
"Hermione, Hermione Granger" answered the girl as she made the car turn around
another corner as fast as the wheels could.
"Herm... where did you get your license?" asked Harry taking the words out from
Dudley's mouth.
"What license?" asked Hermione on an innocent tone. Dudley looked at her surprised,
Harry and him had become closer since Dudley decided to have a new life, and from
what he had heard about Hermione, the girl who had invited Harry over her house for
the holidays, she was supposed to be calm.
"Hermi's a little wild on the road" Harry told Jesse and Dudley. Jesse nodded, not ever
Jesse was that wild.
"Here we are!" said Hermione smiling as they stopped suddenly in front of a dark
building. Dudley opened his door and jumped out, Jesse followed him, trying to get
away from the car.
The rock cafe happened to be a building, with two floors, and painted completely in
black, except for the many and different guitars that were painted on the walls, and the
red shinning letters that read: Rock Cafe.
Dudley and Jesse exchanged looks and walked in, followed by Hermione and Harry.
The rock cafe was definitely not as dark inside, every single inch of the walls were filled
with posters of rock stars. In te center of the first floor was a stage, where Dudley was
supposed to perform, around it, many tables and chairs. A big golden stair that probably
lead to the second floor has little stars on it, and the ceiling of the cafe was covered by
Christmas lights.
"Yo! Guys!"
Dudley and Jesse turned around to find Robin running towards them. His hair moving
behind him and his bass hanging from his neck. Dudley grinned at his sight. Robin was
his best friend, since he decided to stop going out with his bulling friends. Robin had a
personality Dudley admired, he could be serious and fun, positive and negative, and
happy and depressing. Robin stood in front of them and smiled.
Robin's hair was short, up to his ears, and he had dyed it blue. Earrings covered his
right ear, but he didn't have a single tattoo, mainly, because he was afraid of the
machine used to make them. He was wearing blue shorts and a yellow shirt that had
been singed by the whole band.
"Hey, Dudders! You came!" he said giving Dudley a high five.
"Well, it wasn't easy..." started Dudley.
"In a word: Your calligraphy sucks!" finished Jesse smiling at him in an evil way.
"Hey! I don't live in London! What if I got confused with the street's name?"
Jesse ignored him and walked over to the stage, where her drums were. Robin followed
her with his eyes until she started looking for her drumsticks again, then his eyes felt on
Hermione and Harry.
"Who are they?" he asked Dudley.
"He's my cousin, Harry, and she's his friend, Hermione" explained Dudley "And he is
Robin, guys"
Robin smiled at Harry and Hermione.
"Your cousin, huh? He doesn't look a bit like you!"
"...'Course not! We're cousins, not brothers" said Harry.
"And that lovely lady is Hermione?" asked Robin in an innocent tone, while Hermione
blushed. Dudley walked over to the stage were the rest of the band was practicing.
Aggie, who did the singing, and Mike, who played the keyboard, grinned at him. Aggie
was a short girl, who happened to be Jesee's best friend. Aggie's skin was brown and
she had curly black hair, but her eyes were of a clear green. Mike had long blonde hair,
wich he usually holded into a ponytail. He had to wear glasses, wich gave him and
intellectual look. Mike was really sweet and nice, but he wasn't really good at thinking.
"Anyone seen my drumsticks?" shouted Jesee "The gig starts in an hour and a half, I
need them!"
"I think I saw them with Mike's keyboard..." said Robin, who had stopped trying to score
with Hermione and had invited her and Harry to stay for the gig. He jumped onto the
stage and walked over to Jesse.
"Surprise" he whispered as he took the her drumsticks from his pocket. Jesee's face
filled with happiness.
"You had them! It's so great to have them back! I really missed them, I-- Hang on! YOU
HAD THEM?! I spent hours looking for them, I had to stay up last night looking for a
replacement, I..." Jesse's shouting went on and on.
Dudley started playing his guitar, hoping to shut her up.