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Focus: Harry
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Summary: When Petunia and Vernon son Dudley dies at 2yrs old, Harry appears on their doorstep like a miracle, a second chance. He is given everything he desires and when his 14th birthday comes will he leave his family.

Just call me Dudley

"Are you sure about this Petunia?" asked Mr Dudley, not altogether convinced about his wife's idea. After all she wasn't in a correct state of mind, not after- the incident.

"This is the only way they won't take him away from us" she repeated as she pushed Harry's pram as the queue moved forward.

"But running away! What about my job?" he demanded gruffly.

"Oh you'll find another one" she muttered as she fussed with Harry's blanket.

"But what if," he leaned in closer so that the other people in the line couldn't hear. "If they try taking him away from us- what if he gets interested in all that stuff?"

Petunia turned to look at her husband, clearly exasperated by his behavior. "That's why we're moving. We'll teach him all that…. Stuff so that when it comes around then he'll still want to stay with us".

Still adamant in his refusal to avoid that stuff, he tried again, "Why couldn't we just teach him to detest it?"

Struggling to remain unflustered at her husbands' protests she turned back to Harry and ran a hand through his almost non existent hair. She was never one to really get angry anway. "Because- those people will tell him all the good stuff about it- just like they did to Lily, and she turned and ran away without a backwards glance".

"But you hate that stuff" he said as he walked forward in the queue, after all the only reason he new about the stuff was because she had told him how much she detested it.

She looked at Harry, then at her husband, and back at Harry "Well our little boy needs it doesn't he".

"Fine" relented Vernon, after all he was already half way there, there was no need to protest now. Besides he wanted to do whatever it took to put a smile back on her face, the days after the incident occurred she had done nothing but sit in bed crying and there was no way he was going back. Besides he was now their little boy, their only little boy. "What our little boy wants, he gets" he said aloud.

"That's right" she nodded happily "isn't it sweetums" she cooed at Harry. Harry giggled and blew raspberries.

"A clean break huh," he said as he handed over their passports to the assistant.

"One way- no return" they asked.

"Oh yes- this is a clean break" said Vernon again.

"Well I hope you and your family find what you're looking for", they smiled genuinely.

"We will, we will" chorused Vernon and he ushered his wife and son onto the plane.

13 years later the Dursley's had everything they ever wanted, and some things they didn't even know they had. Mr Dursley who had come here with nothing, had worked his way up from sucking up to the boss, to becoming a director in a construction company. He had lost some of the beefy fat that he had years prior, due to working hands-on for the construction company, but he still sported the large moustache. Mrs Dursely was still thin and blonde, with more neck than normal, but she lost the cold unfeeling look that had been her trademark, and now spent all her time being the idea Stepford wife and mother.

"Morning Harry," whistled Mr Dursely as he helped himself to a cup of coffee. He had found himself addicted to the brew within a few weeks here.

"Morning uncle," said Harry cheerfully as he woofed down his bacon. He was a growing boy after all, and aunt Petunia always encouraged him to become like his uncle, but looking across at his uncle's still rather large frame, Harry decided that he didn't want to become that big.

"How are your classes going?" asked Mr Dursely as he turned over the paper. Your classes referred to magical related subjects.

"Fine, Rothen's teaching me advanced stuff".

"Good good, I knew we were paying all that money for a reason."

"Oh Vernon, honestly," giggled Mrs Dursely, as she sat primly around the table. Kario the house elf was busy serving the rest of the breakfast, while Mrs Dursely checked her reflection in a spoon. Perfect. "Harry got another star for his science work again".

"You did?" Mr Dursely peered over the newspaper he was reading, "I'd say that'll earn you another present".

Harry blushed as he was accustomed to do every time he was given anything. "So what do you want? You're too young for a car just yet."

"How about one of those mobile phone things, there's a new one out now," said Mrs Dursely, who recalled seeing their neighbour's son with one.

"Yes, yes I'll get one right away. You finished organising Harry's birthday party yet?".

"It's all taken care of. Remember Harry has a soccer game tonight".

"I remember" said Mr Dursely as he stood. As he had also remembered Harry first piano recital (which in all truth didn't go that well), his first softball game, his first track race, his first science fair, his first art fair. Harry had been privileged to partake in every extracurricular activity possible. He went to a private middle school run by Rothen. Rothen was a wizard who taught both magical and non-magical subjects. And yet Mr Dursely also made Harry attend muggle (non-magical) youth clubs. Coincidentally the youth club Harry attended had also been the one where his boss's son went- and they had become good friends. Harry rarely thought about his long since deceased cousin and what life would had been like if had still been alive, it was a sore subjects for his aunt and uncle and he did his best not to add any unneeded stress.

It had taken Mr. Dursely's a long time to find the school, and it cost a truckload, but he guessed if Harry had to learn about both magic and muggle things, then it was worth it. Harry was barely 9 when he first started to display uncontrollable magical abilities, after coping as best as they could alone. The Dursely's had to seek help, they upturned there lives, moving to a magical neighborhood in a quiet suburban area. They brought books on magical America, filled out all forms and enquires needed to adapt their lifestyle for a magical boy. Then they found Rothen who created PTA meetings on how best to support Harry, and where they could get tutors that catered for both magical and muggle knowledge.

Vernon glanced at his watch "I must be going," he kissed his wife and ruffled Harry's hair "have a good day; I'll see you at the game".

"Bye dear" said Mrs. Dursely and she waved goodbye.

"So what are you doing today?" asked Harry.

"Shopping, you need new clothes, and some of the upholstery needs redoing" Harry glanced around the room, it looked like an ad from a home magazine, everything was sparking new. Mrs Dursely ran a tight ship; it was fortunate that they had house elves or Mrs Dursely may not have had enough time to spy on neighbour, go to all her gossiping groups and spend money.

"Do you want me to come?"

Her face softened into a look of adoration "no no, don't you need to practice for your game"

"No that's later. I could go over to Rothen's there's bound to be someone there"

"Are they coming to the game?" she asked as she flipped one perfectly manicured hand through her daily planner.

"Yes, and I told them no funny stuff"

"Good, good people can be funny about these things" she responded and closed her book.

"I know" Harry stood "I'll use the fireplace"

"Ok" she waved him away. When he had left she looked at the letter she had carefully concealed under her napkin, he was 14 in 1 day, and he would be leaving them soon. But not without a fight, Harry was theirs and no one would be taking Harry away from them. Especially not with all Harry had given them, a house slave- she meant elf, two social networks, two different places to shop (one muggle one magical), and all the things that Harry would be able to do when he had magic- the possibilities. Of course she had come to love Harry after all these years, but she still saw the benefits of having his sort for company. Not a day went by when she was not grateful that he had been on there front step in their time of distress. But as grateful as she was, she was not stupid she would not let that old man take him.

"Rothen" greeted Harry as he stepped out of the fireplace. "Is anyone here?"

Rothen raised an eyebrow "not as much as a greeting"

"Sorry" said Harry half-heartedly and he looked around.

"Backroom" Rothen sighed, as he wondered why he taught kids magic for a measly wage and them taking over his house. He looked around the room at all the smiling faces in the photgraph and remembered.

"Hey" called out Harry as he stepped into the room.

"Didn't think you'd come, thought you'd be to busy with the game" said Rio.

"What and miss this witty conversation?"

Rio smirked. Rio was an untypical introvert he wasn't shy, he didn't get nervous or apprehensive in crowds, in fact the only thing that made him an introvert was his tendency to be alone and to sit quietly for long lengths of period daydreaming. Rio was also a sports fanatic. The first time Harry met him was in middle school, Rio had been asked to be the captain of the quidditch team and Harry had wanted to tryout for it. Rio had treated everyone with cool disregard and this frightened and angered a lot of people- but not Harry. Harry was drawn to this enigma of a person, and understood the transformation he made when he was in the air. In the air, Rio became likeable; he became human which was why it was often that the only people who liked him were on the quidditch team.

"So where's Sorryea?"

Rio shrugged.

"My you're feeling friendly today" Harry commented as he sat down besides him. Rio turned a page in his book and Harry sighed.

Even after all this time coaxing Rio into a conversation was most often not worth the effort. Rio talked when he wanted to, and that was that. Many people wondered how they became friends, and in truth the best thing about there friendship was that it happened so naturally and gradually that it just was- it was like a fact of life. Harry and Rio were friends, there was really no logical explanation for it. Somethings just worked for a reason and the more you tried to understand and explain it the more you rationalized that it shouldn't work, but it did, because it just was- nature.

Harry wasn't by any means the exact opposite of Rio, but to a neutral observer he was. Rio was emotional stunted, Harry was emotional. Not that he cried too much, or wore his heart on his sleeve or anything, no Harry just tended to make his emotions rule his life- in fact he was more impulsive than anything else. If someone upset one of Harry's friends his first reaction was to go and sort them out. Sorryea called it a heroic complex. Rio called it stupidity. So Harry didn't make plans, Rio did, Harry preferred to leap and then look, Rio looked calculated and then leaped. Opposites- but not quite. Both were self-confident, sometimes arrogant, both were good at sports and duelling, and both had the same weakness. Sorryea.

Sorryea was a childhood friend of Rio's, and by friend she was the girl that annoyed Rio the most by always asking him questions. From what Rio told him in one of his rare talkative moments, she was the first one to show an interest. After Rio's mother and father left (merlin knows where), Rio lived with his grandfather a cold, cruel man who saw Rio as a money bank. Rio had been pitched as the youngest ever person to play with a national quidditch team. He had been on the cover of all types of sports magazines since he was 5. His only relief came from his older brother Kai who worked as an unspeakable. Kai used to be like Rio- quidditch gifted but as soon as he graduated he left and began training, much to the dislike of his grandfather. Rio spent as much time as possible as his brother's place and Kai had been petitioning for years for Rio to live with him. But his grandfather had money and friends in high place and so the least Kai could offer was a room whenever Rio could get away.

Anyway Sorryea lived next door, and by next door Harry meant the nearest person's land next to their estate. The motivation for pushing them together was in Rio's grandfathers eyes a merger of wealth, and in Sorryea's parents eyes a little friend to play with. Sorreya was a typical girl, bubbly and giggly with a warm heart and a bigger smile. Which was why it was always a mystery how she always got into trouble. Trouble always followed her no matter where she went, which was why she was fortunate that she had two manly best friends by her side. Of course when Harry told her that she'd laughed and Harry couldn't even bring him self to be angry, she was his kryptonite.

So that was the three of them, a rather odd mix like oil, water and vinegar an unorthodox if not deadly combination but somehow it made sense. Beside if there was one thing they all had in common it was high PE. Parental expectation. The need for getting seemingly effortless above average grades, while presenting themselves as sociable. It was hard work and the masks they often wore needed renewal in each others presence.

"Guys" said Sorryea as she bounced into the room "our letters will be coming any day now and then we'll be in High school" at the lack of a response she frowned and then beamed "I bet you guys are looking forward to the quidditch team"

Rio turned over a page and ignored her. Harry took pity "sure we are"

She beamed again "I can't wait to find out our classes, do you think we'll be in the same homeroom"

"Merlin I hope not" said Rio

"Aah so you can speak" she said "but we still on tomorrow for shopping- we have to get all our books and robes and PMA"

Rio rolled his eyes and turned to Harry "is your aunt coming"

Harry shook his head "I hope not, but she'll probably end up coming"

"No way, she'll be to busy sorting out your party"

Harry cheered up immensely at Sorryea words "your right. Is your brother flying us there?"

Rio shrugged "no, we'll have to get the bus"

"Guys this may be the last time we get the bus, after we pass the flying test at school we'll be able to fly our broomsticks"

"Yeah but only with the safety on" The safety was basically auto pilot mode which took control of the broom if it felt that you were going to fast or flying too dangerously. Only after 2 years experience could you get if of, granted you didn't get stopped and ticketed.

"As far as I see it, that's the best part about school"

"Rio" scolded Sorryea and then turned to Harry "so this games of yours…."

Chapter 2

Harry, Rio and Sorryea had met early and rode the bus to the Magical Mall. It was a 5 story complex that looked like a warehouse to any muggle but a piece of glorious architecture to a magical being.

"Ok the letter says" said Sorryea as she unfolded the piece of paper:

"3 sets of plan black robes, one pointed black hat, 2 pairs of protective black gloves (dragon hide and snake skin), 1 winter black cloak, 1 multi-purpose jump suit. Quidditch gear will be provided on the acceptance to a team.

Books include, standard books of spells, history of magic, magical theory, a beginners guide to transfiguration, one thousand herbs and fungi, magical drafts and potions, fantastic beast and where to find them, dark forces, 101 ancient and unspeakable languages and muggle and life skills.

1 wand, I cauldron, 1 set glass phials, 1 telescope, 1 brass scale, 1 magical PMA (personal magical assistant) – please note that only the basic PMA will work on the grounds so don't buy any expensive or fancy looking brand.

Please also remember it is only worth buying a broom once you past the test or get accepted to the team"

"Is that all" asked Rio dryly.

Sorryea nodded and pulled the boys into the nearest shop.

By the time Harry got home from shopping he had to get ready for his party. The entire muggle soccer team would be coming and some of Rothern's students (those that would be going to the same school as Harry). His aunt had got custom clothing made for Harry and the house had been thoroughly cleaned by the elves.

"Harry Harry" called Petunia "your guests are arriving"

Harry grumbled and fussed with the tie that he had been ordered to wear as he climbed down the stairs. The soccer team was the first to come and the first to leave which Harry didn't blame them, they couldn't floo home but had miles to drive from the secluded and magical neighbourhood Harry lived in. "They were interesting" said Sorryea and that summed up the event.