A/N: Happy New Years everyone! As some of you are aware (if you read the update on the original work), I decided to rewrite the story and change things up. I'll publish two rewritten chapters a day so I'd be able to move forward with the plot sooner. I'll delete the original work later today.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. All belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Dudley Dursley strutted through the streets of Magnolia Road with his gang, Piers, Dennis, Malcolm, and Gordon. Being the biggest and the strongest in the gang, Dudley was the leader. He was in a good mood; he was just named Junior Heavyweight Inter-School Boxing Champion of the Southeast, and he just beaten up a 12-year-old boy who thought he could get away from Dudley's gang, so his ego was through the roof.

Nobody can beat me, Dudley thought, not even my freak of a cousin, Harry.

"That kid squealed like a pig, didn't he?" said Malcolm.

"Nice right hook, Big D," said Piers.

Dudley swelled at the praise. He loved the feeling of power; the strength he felt every time he won a boxing match, beat up kids, and break the rules - no, he was above rules. Rules didn't control Dudley. His father always said not to let anything control him, and look where it got him; respect, admiration, and power.

The gang stopped at the entrance of Magnolia Crescent.

"Same time tomorrow?" said Dudley.

"Round at my place, my parents will be out," said Gordon.

"See you then," said Dudley.

"Bye, Dud!"

"See ya, Big D!"

The gang parted ways, leaving Dudley behind. He started to walk home, humming a tuneless hum. Then he heard a familiar voice from behind him, making his mood plummet to the ground.

"Hey, Big D!"

Dudley turned around, cursing inwardly. He just had to run into his freakish cousin, Harry Potter. Now his good mood was spoiled just by the appearance of the black-haired, green-eyed boy.

"Oh," Dudley grunted. "It's you."

"How long have you've been 'Big D' then?" said Harry.

"Shut it," Dudley snarled. He turned away from him. He was glad his friends were gone; he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of the whole gang because he couldn't beat his cousin. They didn't know about Harry's abnormal abilities.

"Cool name," said Harry, falling into step beside the large, blonde boy. He grinned. "But you'll always be 'Ickle Diddykins' to me."

"I said, SHUT IT!" Dudley yelled, his hands curling into fists. If only Harry didn't have magic. He'll be able to beat the crap out of the smug bastard.

"Don't the boys know that's what your mum calls you?"

"Shut your face."

"You don't tell her to shut her face. What about 'Popkin' and 'Dinky Diddydums'? Can I use them, then?"

Dudley said nothing. The only thing keeping him from punching his cousin in the face was his fear of magic.

"So who've you been beating up tonight?" Harry asked, his grin fading from his face. "Another ten-year-old? I know you did Mark Evans two nights ago -"

"He was asking for it," snarled Dudley.

"Oh yeah?"

"He cheeked me."

That pathetic boy had dared to cheek Dudley, calling him a "human pig hybrid". After he was finished with him, Mark never stood up to him again.

"Yeah?" said Harry. "Did he say you look like a pig that's been taught to walk on its hind legs? 'Cause that's not cheek, Dud, that's true."

A muscle in Dudley's jaw twitched. How was he able to restrain himself from attacking Harry will always be a mystery to him. Harry and Dudley turned down a narrow alleyway that formed a short cut between Magnolia Crescent and Wisteria Walk. There were no street lamps, so it was darker than the streets it linked.

"Think you're a big man carrying that thing around, don't you?" Dudley said. Yes, that was the only thing Harry have. That stupid magical stick in his pocket. He was nothing but a spineless coward without it.

"What thing?" Harry asked.

"That - that thing you are hiding."

Harry grinned.

"Not as stupid as you look, are you, Dud? But I s'pose, if you were, you wouldn't be able to walk and talk at the same time."

He pulled out his wand. Dudley looked sideways at it. He remembered the other times magic had hurt him, with the pig's tail and his tongue growing. He didn't want Harry to give him another pig's tail or turn him into a full pig.

But, Dudley thought smugly, he isn't allowed to use magic outside of his damn school.

"You're not allowed," said Dudley at once. "I know you're not. You'd get expelled from that freak school you go to."

"How d'you know they haven't changed the rules, Big D?"

"They haven't," said Dudley, not sounding convinced. Have they really changed the rules?

Harry laughed softly.

"You haven't got the guts to take me on without that thing, have you?" Dudley snarled. Cowardly bastard, he thought in anger.

"Whereas you just need four mates behind you before you can beat up a ten year old. You know that boxing title you keep banging on about? How old was your opponent? Seven? Eight?"

"He was sixteen, for your information," Dudley snarled, "and he was out cold for twenty minutes after I'd finished with him and he was twice as heavy as you. You just wait till I tell Dad you had that thing out -"

"Running to Daddy now, are you? Is his ickle boxing champ frightened of Harry's nasty wand?"

Dudley knew he couldn't attack Harry when he got his stupid wand out. Then he remembered Harry's yells that happened almost every night since he got back. He was always screaming a boy's name and calling out to his long-dead parents. Dudley smirked. Now he finally got an advantage!

"Not this brave at night, are you?" sneered Dudley.

"This is night, Diddykins. That's what we call it when it goes all dark like this."

"I mean when you're in bed!" Dudley said. He won't be laughing now that I've got him! Dudley thought.

"What d'you mean, I'm not brave when I'm in bed?" Harry said, nonplussed. "What am I supposed to be afraid of, pillows or something?"

"I heard you last night," Dudley said breathlessly. "Talking in your sleep. Moaning."

"What d'you mean?" Harry asked again, but there was a note of fear in his voice that satisfied Dudley.

Dudley gave a harsh laugh and started to cruelly tease his cousin, mocking him. Then Harry pointed his wand at Dudley.

"Don't you point that thing at me!" Dudley yelled in fright, backing into the alley wall. He had never seen Harry this angry before. His bright green eyes turned an icy green, flashing with hatred and anger.

"Don't ever talk about that again," Harry snarled. "D'you understand me?"

"Point it somewhere else!"

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"

"GET THAT THING AWAY FROM -"

Then Dudley gasped. All of a sudden, the temperature dropped to a freezing point. The sky that was once filled with the stars and the moon had vanished without a trace, leaving everything into total darkness. Everything - the trees, the street lamps, and even the cars - disappeared into the empty blackness.

Dudley began to shiver as the cold bit into his skin.

"W-what are you d-doing? St-stop it!" Dudley's voice was filled with terror. How could his cousin do something like this?

"I'm not doing anything! Shut up and don't move!"

Dudley whimpered. This wasn't right. This was all wrong. All wrong…

"C-cut it out! Stop doing it! I'll h-hit you, I swear I will!"

Then Dudley unknowingly did the most idiotic thing he could've done. He punched Harry in the head and ran away.

"DUDLEY, COME BACK! YOU'RE RUNNING RIGHT AT IT!"

But Dudley didn't listen. He blindingly ran, then he squealed and stopped running. He heard voices chanting cruelly in his head. Was he going mad? He didn't want to end up in a mental hospital.

"DUDLEY, KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT! WHATEVER YOU DO, KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT!"

Keep my mouth shut, Dudley thought fearfully. Why do I have to keep my mouth shut? But, for the first time in his life, he heeded his cousin's advice. The voices were getting louder. Then a memory popped up in his head. A memory of the time he bullied Harry in their primary school days.

10-year-old Dudley laughed as Harry tried to get his glasses back from him.

"What's wrong, freak?" Dudley taunted, holding Harry's glasses high in the air. "Can't see without your stupid glasses?"

"Dudley, give it back!" Harry cried, jumping up and down. "You know I can't see!"

Dudley sneered. "You want it back? Fine!"

He broke the glasses in half and gave it to Harry forcefully, pushing him to the ground.

"Hope you can still use that piece of crap, freak!"

Dudley walked away, leaving Harry on the ground, tears swimming in his eyes.

Dudley shuddered violently. Was he really that mean? No, he was strong. His father said so. Then another memory pushed its way into view. This time, a memory of him throwing a tantrum.

"You didn't get the video game I wanted!" Dudley cried. It was his ninth birthday; presents piled high on the floor, and yet, despite all the presents he got, the blond boy cried loudly.

"Sweetums, they didn't have the video game," his mother said soothingly. "It was sold out."

Dudley turned red in the face and wailed loudly. "THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE GONE TO ANOTHER STORE!"

The screaming continued. His mother and father tried to calm him down with little success. Finally his father said he could buy Dudley a new computer. That calmed Dudley down, but he was still sniffling.

My God, Dudley thought. Was I that much of a brat? Then the third memory came, a recent memory of him beating up Mark Evans.

"Call me a 'human pig hybrid', will you?" Dudley growled. His friends joined in. Mark cowered.

"P-please Dudley! I-I didn't mean to offend you!"

"'P-please Dudley!'" Dennis mocked cruelly.

Mark started to cry. "Please!"

"Hold him, Piers!" Dudley ordered, cracking his meaty knuckles.

Piers did as he was told. He held Mark's arm behind his back. Dudley grinned. "You'll never cheek me again after I'm done with you, you snot-nosed shit."

Then Dudley started to punch him, in his face, in his stomach, every inch he could reach. His friends cheered as he punched Mark's nose, making it bleed.

"If you tell anyone about this," snarled Dudley as Piers let the boy go. "You'll get another beating."

Mark, beaten and bloody, ran away.

Dudley closed his eyes and put his hands over his face, hoping the memories wouldn't return. Every punch Dudley inflicted upon Mark, he felt them as though he was the one getting beaten up.

Why? Dudley thought in shock. Why was I like that?

Then he felt something trying to pull his hands away from his face. Dudley couldn't fight it; he couldn't even see it. Is this how I'm going to die?

Suddenly, a bright light toward Dudley. He didn't know what it was. Was it some kind of animal? Did Harry summon it? No, he was the one who caused all this. But then, things returned to normal as though nothing had happened; the temperature returned to normal and stars and the moon lit up the night sky. Dudley only lay curled up on the ground, whimpering and shaking, haunted by his memories.