A/N: Revenge is best served with the Adipose. Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, Harry Potter, or the Adipose. (Alas.)

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"Oh it's a beautifully fat country. And believe me I've come a long way to find obesity on this scale." - Ms. Foster, Doctor Who: Partners in Crime.

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The day the Adipose invaded London, the Dursley's were staying in a temporary flat in the city. They're little 'Dudders' was on break so his parents had decided to treat him to a stay in the city instead of holiday at number four.

Petunia had seen some new dieting pills in a store and beamed at her new scheme to put Dudley on a diet, without him having to keep his ickle tummy empty.

Veron had grudgingly accepted the pills and the two were thrilled with the results. Unfortunately, chaos reigned at breakfast.

Dudley sighed pushed the food around on his plate. He wanted to go Harry hunting but Harry was at his stupid school for freaks. It was so inconvenient that the freak was away. His mother always burnt something.

He was proud though that his father had managed to pound the message to 'not burn things' into his cousin's skull. Dudley sighed again and as always took the red and white pill his mother insisted he take at breakfast.

He was getting skinner, but he still retained his form. Both his Dad and his mother were pleased with the results. Dudley, having sorrowfully devoured twelve strips of bacon, seven slightly burnt pieces of toast, and five helpings of burnt eggs, wandered into the living room to watch TV.

Unfortunately, his mother screamed, a high-pitched shriek that bothered Dudley's hearing.

"Will you shut it?! I'm trying to TV!"

The boy grimaced when his mother began screeching to his father about something. Blasted noise, he was going to miss his program! He idly scratched his still generous stomach when he felt something moving.

Dudley looked down in horror and now he screamed and scrambled backwards. He fell off the couch with a thump, a white blobby creature smiled and cooed, waving a fatty hand at him. It had to be something to do with those freaks Harry lived with!

Meanwhile, in the kitchen Petunia watched her husband hold a white Adorable creature in horror.

Dudley stumbled into the kitchen whimpering and Petunia squeaked in terror as her fat pig-like son was being followed by more of those creatures that cooed and smiled.

Petunia with shaky legs, scrambled to lock the front door, but she fainted when she found thousands of the strange creatures walking down the street.

When she woke up, she was convinced it had been only a horrible dream until she found her nusband and son hastily packing their belongings.

"Pack your things, Petunia, we're leaving!"

"Vernon, what?"

The fat man bellowed angrily, "England's not safe anymore, if them freaks can do horrid stuff like that, who knows what else?"

After the three finished packing, they left hurriedly and the owner of the flat was quite annoyed at the lack of rent.

it was rumored that the Dursley's had been seen somewhere in America, but it was never confirmed.

When Harry was notified of the absence of his relatives he was puzzled, but relieved. Somehow, someone, somewhere, has freed him from his abusive aunt and uncle.

Harry never saw the Dursley's again.