A/N: This is my first fanfic. This is not a story for pure romance lovers or fluff consumers. It is a story for those who truly enjoy reading alternate adventures for our hero. This story is written in freestyle in the sense there are no prewrites or pre plots - this fic will truly take a life of its own. Regarding the lack of a public ship, Harry does have a major love interest - I just like to keep you on your tippy toes. The only clue I will give you is that is not the shallow canon relationship. Reviews, TIPS AND ADVICE, flames ... I can take them all!
Disclaimer:Everything is JKR's. Everything.
Chapter 1: Summer's Ending
"You have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." The lines never left his minds eye - they seemed to float around and grow in tension. And then the bright red letters exploded. The explosion had a peculiar sensation of a past playground fight when a student threw his meaty fist into his organs.
He felt sick, he wanted to hurl. He wanted to hide and never come out. He wanted to disappear. His fathers disgusted snarl seemed to forever float around his head.
"So I'm a freak? Like him?" I didn't mean too! I swear! It's not fair! The tears came; will you still love me the boy thought.
The woman he called mother burst into tears. "Of course not honey! You are not a freak. Dudley you are not a freak. Don't ever think like that. Dudley - "
Petunia was overcrowding the overwhelmed, slightly chubby, boy. On her knees hugging him, pleading with him, but the boy could not forget how they treated his cousin Harry when he got his letter. Or how the whole family treated him his whole life. As if he was a hybrid of disgusting things.
Dudley interrupted her in anger "I'm a freak?! There is nothing wrong with me - nothing wrong with me! Did you see Dad, he - he"
Dudley was suddenly a mess of tears and bumbling, stuttering, words. The guilt and anger he was feeling broke him. He didn't even fight the stinging tears, he didn't even care that his cousin was right there - probably thinking he was some sort of baby. He didn't care about the river of water, the snot that stuffed his nose, his messy T-Shirt.
"I am not a freak!" he declared vehemently. But you are. You are a little freak.
The boy squirmed out of his mothers arms, before running off. He passed his cousin and his wide eyes, and went through the door. He didn't know where he was going - just away. The poor boy couldn't help the feelings of self-contempt, but he wanted to run away from it
-HP-
The huge, giant of a young man, stepped out of his car and slammed the door. He better not try anything sly thought Dudley as he walked up to the front door. He was worried about the young man. Opening the door he shouted ", Harry!"
Upstairs in the smallest room of the house the other 16 year old occupant groaned. He forgot, he did promise. You friggin promised him, regret it now? Harry James Potter stood up, this is going to suck he thought grimly to himself. "Duds calm yourself. I'm ready." For hell.
The door to his room shot open, and the uninvited guest strolled right on in, as if it was his owned the place . "Ya well you have a history of bullshitting so... Sorry if I thought you were gonna ditch me."
Harry laughed at that. "Well let's get going."
The two young men headed to Dudley's mustang. "How far is this ... party?" Harry asked, which he couldn't help say with disdain.
Dudley shrugged as both boys seated themselves in the car, and Dudley hit the accelerator.
Harry looked at the window of the car and sighed. All this normality, this cheery picturesque, was royal bullshit. He closed his eyes slightly, what he wouldn't give to be normal. His nose caught the whiff of a burning smell and he opened his eyes. Eyeing the joint that Dudley lit, he said "Your mums gonna kill you when she finds out your a goddamn stoner. Her perfect little boy is actually smoking the Devils salad."
Dudley guffawed, nearly choking on his tongue. "I'm a bloody wizard, she will never find out! I could smoke the best weeds in the room over and the woman wouldn't know." He chuckled. "It would be interesting though. And it's God's salad - You wanna hit?"
Harry shook his head. "Nope, not at all."
Dudley shook his again. "So Harry let me get this straight. You don't smoke, you don't drink, goddamn who knew the Boy Who Lived was such a bore."
Harry cracked a grin at his logic. "Okay Dudders." I can't he thought sadly. Not that he was sad exactly because of the drugs, but of all the things that could be available options to him in another life. Only the Boy Who Lived has to worry about mental security he thought bitterly to himself.
Dudleys smile instantly faltered. "Fuck off -" Quite suddenly he started coughing up a storm as Harry looked on with amusement.
"Is that that loud loud? That good good?" Harry asked sarcastically. "One of these days your going to crash because of these self inflicted coughing fits you have."
The boy didn't answer - he was still coughing! He was wheezing, oh man thought Harry as the car rolled on and off a curb. Harry was now on full alert as Dudley was barely eyeing the road.
"I think I should drive." Harry said seriously as he steadied the wheel. I really should. Dudley didn't answer.
He didn't answer for whole minute and more; when he almost hit another car. Dudley yelled hoarsely ", Get the fuck out the way you fucking idiot. These bloody muggles don't know how to use their own inventions-"
"You almost hit them!" Harry shouted at Duds. "Your the idiot, mate! Let me - no I am driving I don't feel safe at - "
Another curb and a sitting trash can.
"All," finished Harry grimly. He eyed Dudley who resembled a death wish before chuckling at his piggish eyes. "Duds," he said quietly ", Get out."
"No, I'm driving. Let me just finish this." He gestured at his burning item that seemed to be emitting purple smoke. "Say, did you get the Portkey reservations?" Dudley turned into a McDonalds parking lot and rolled his car to the very backlot.
Harry nodded, he was anticipating tomorrow. The International SkyHeld Broomraces were taking place, but since they were being hosted this year by the U.S. He had to pay the expensive fines of International Portkey travel. Shit! He distracted me! "It's all bloody fine, Dudley." Harry sniffed the smoke. And again. Then he was out of his seat, the car, and opened Dudley's door before he could say "I drive better when I'm high."
"Duds I'm driving - that's not even muggle weed. Your gonna get us killed under the influence of that herb." Dudley opened his mouth to object but Harry went on. "And you can huff and puff all you want but your not driving. And that's final."
Dudley glared at Harry which lost all effect when ones eyes are bloodshot red, and drooping like a patient in St Mungos Crazier than the Crazy Person Wing. "Fine. Since you have a stick up your ass - ay, did you get that stick from Granger? I knew you were spending too much time with her."
Harry gave a rue grin as Dudley switched seats. "Now where's this muggle party -"
Dudley interrupted him with a yell. "Wait! I need food!" Dudley gave Harry the pleading eyes. " I need it now!"
Harry laughed. He loved to drive - always brought him to some kind of joy. He pulled in the drive thru and Dudley ordered his McDonalds 7 course meal. After paying, with a mouthful of McDonalds greasiest Dudley spoke.
"Krum is taking it all this year."
Harry laughed again. "Are you kidding me? Surely your out of your bloody mind. Krum -"
Dudley interrupted him. "Is in the top ten easy. He is going to outpace them, outrace them, and outthink them."
Harry shook his head. The Krum bandwagon is immensely stupid he thought to himself.
"Duds I'm a connoisseur of Broomracing and Quidditch. After all I'm the best in both at Hogwarts. I know what I'm talking about - Krum is not good enough. Not even close."
Dudley snorted with laughter. "Connoisseur my ass. The best ha! You fell out of the bloody sky mate!" He erupted in laughter.
Harry laughed as well. "Put the galleon where your mouth is. Krum puts in all his work to be the best Seeker not the best racer. He might not even make it in the top 20."
Dudley sputtered out his fries which landed on the dashboard. Dudley saw Harry's flash of disgust before roaring with uncontrollable laughter. "So - sor - sorry. I'll - clean it up." The boy continued laughing, though it seemed he was trying to stop. Someway.
Harry just continued to drive and drive home his point. "Plus Krum is falling off. What, he is a Fire Bolt flier with the Speeder form, racing on the craziest air tracks ever? I guarantee he's gonna crash. I say ... 26th place. If fact, he might not even make it to the Final Flight."
Silence immediately erupted from Dudley, which is highly unusual in any circumstance. Harry laughed to himself and chanced a glance at D.
He looked like he was personally insulted.
Dudley drew out his words. "I can't believe you just said that. They call him Krum-Stunnin-Winnin-Wonders for a reason-"
Harry instantly laughed. Oh this trash - they couldn't even give him a nickname that does the star justice? Their mainstream news is worst than muggle news and their tabloids combined. Harry looked at Dudley and smirked. It must sound like a grand title to the brain dead. "Is this what the media is calling him? They aren't a exactly - the media - bloody hell man they call me an attention seeking delinquent -"
Dudley laughed", You are an attention seeking idiot." Dudley turned to in his seat and looked at Harry with a fixed expression of understanding and caring. "But it's okay Harry. That's just who you are. We've all come to accept it - but can you accept it?"
Harry laughed good heartily but for some reason his own joke must of appeared as the joke of the era and Dudley couldn't stop laughing.
Eyes wild and red Dudley sang in the mother chastising her baby voice. "It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay little boy!"
Harry just gunned the car, I'm going to hurt him so help me. Dudley treaded deeper into danger with a quip about how his flying skills were similar to a retarded dragon with arthritis -
He didn't see the hand.