Author's Note: My second drabble! Another fic on Harry Potter. It's Dudley this time. What didn't you know about Dudley?


"Mom, pass the ham," Dudley managed through a mouthful of omelette.

He was especially ravenous that morning. Eyes puffy, Dudley was amazed he'd survived through the sleepless night, though barely.

"Maybe today it'll be that boy down the lane," he thought. He'd have to shove around for a few pounds here and there. By nightfall, he'd have scraped enough to get himself a treat. His allowance was long gone and Aunt Petunia was beyond giving him another advance.

Dudley gazed at the other three with his piggy eyes, gulping down some juice.

They'd never know he was a drug addict.