To put it simply, I do not own Harry Potter.

Something for Dudley

Dudley Durlsey walked the halls of Smeltings, alone.

Ever since the dementor had attacked him and Harry on that night all the way back in the last summer break, he had been brooding. Harry had saved him. But why? Dudley knew that he certainly wasn't the nicest person in the world to Harry, after all Harry was weird, and weird people had to be straighten out, or cast out, which was what his father more or less said.

And Dudley had indeed done that. After school, and whenever adults weren't around, Dudley would indeed pick on his smaller, and mostly defenseless cousin. And he made sure to hurt Harry any way he could, too. So why would Harry save him?

Dudley had poor grades, and was spoiled through and through, but even so, he could think. Dudley knew that his cousin could have let the dementor have him, could have left him to save himself, could have. But Harry didn't. He has saved Dudley, put his life on the line to save him from, what had he called it? A kiss? Something that sucked the soul out?

Not even Dudley's friends would have done that, save him. But Harry had. And Dudley remembered something.

"Give me back my homework, Dudley, please!" Harry begged, his green eyes overpowering, begging for his things, but at the same time, defiant.

6 year old Dudley looked away from those powerful eyes, leaving them lingering on the toilet in front of them. "No. Why should I? You don't have anything but that stinky cupboard and spiders! I want something, now!"

"I'll give you my pocket money." Harry said, steely. He knew what Dudley was thinking of, and he didn't want that to happen.

"You still have pocket money?"Dudley asked, curious, looking into those eyes, once again. "Daddy hasn't given you any for 2 months!"

"I've saved it."

Saved? Daddy had told Dudley to leave saving to the grown-ups, and spend his pocket money whenever he wanted.

"How much?" Dudley asked. If it was enough, he could get some more of those cherry bombs he and Piece were planning on getting.

"Two pounds." Dudley frowned, inwardly. That wasn't enough! He tipped the papers into the toilet, enough to show Harry he'd do it, but still dry so that if Harry offered something Dudley he wanted Harry could have the papers back.

"Not enough."

"Five pounds." Was he holding back? Dudley guessed yes.

"I WANT ALL OF IT!" Harry looked shocked, that Dudley had guessed he had more.

"Twenty." Harry said, in almost a whisper.

"Go get it."

"Alright." Harry left, and in a few minutes, came back to the bathroom, with twenty separate 1 pound notes clutched tightly in his hand.

"Give." Dudley said, holding out his hand.

"Alright," Harry said, defeated, seeming close to tears, and hopeless. He put the money in Dudley's hand, but....

FLUSH!

"NO! YOU SAID YOU WOULDN"T!!!!! YOU SAID!!! YOU SAID!!!"

To be Continued.