Rated T for language and slight abuse.
Disclaimer: I... Um, well, it's like, uh, I I I don't own the Harry Potter Series. If I did, the Epilogue would have been way different, and My Dudders would have been a wizard.
Description: When a mysterious house guest arrives, Dudley, an impatient, angered and fat toddler, is awestruck. He closely observes everyone's behaviors and notices many changes. Two-Shot! This is slightly AU, changing a bit of the beginning, but it still stays true to most of the original work. I hope you all enjoy!
Chapter 1
Dudley's POV:
It was the middle of night. Everything was as dark as a black fleece blanket. The street of that continuous pattern of homes fell silent, yet I lay awake. The orange-gold lights of street lamps danced on my ivory carpet. Suddenly, it was all gone, as if someone had stolen the little flames. In front of my house on Privet Drive, hushed whispers echoed quietly to my slightly open window. I strained my small blue eyes to stay awake, but my brain was taunting me, calling me an idiot, and telling me about the late Curious Cat. Angered by my minds comments, I lost control and dozed off, hoping to hear Mummy and Dada chat about this happening the next morning.
When I awoke, it was early. The lamplight had been returned, making myself thing I'd gone mad. I hollered for one of my parents to help me get dressed and ready for my delicious breakfast. When my mother, the beautiful Petunia Evans Dursley, had pranced into my nursery, I greeted her with a sweet smile. It revealed some teeth that were now growing quickly. "Good Morning, Dudders!" My mum exclaimed. She freshened me up for yet another day in Little Whingling before scooping me up in her arms and carrying me downstairs. My father, Vernon was dressed in a rather nice suit, but when Mum set me down on his lap, I cried, finding that he wore his most boring tie once again. Dada never bothered to change it. He would just do his job at Grunnings however he needed to, and save all his "good" clothes for parties and holidays.
After my father and I watched the news, we traveled through the family room to the kitchen. Mummy was situated at the stove, flipping omlets. The microwave hummed as it heated some fresh bacon for Dada. Then the cook strolled to the pantry and found Cheerios for me. She poured them into a nice china bowl and topped it with milk and sugar. I was in no mood for cereal. I flung the mash onto the cabinets and walls, while yelling, "Won't! Won't!" Turns out, my parents were feeling bi-polar this morning. They clapped with glee and cheered me on for learning a new word, then got all angry and fought over who would clean up the mess.
"Oh, honey," Mummy said to Dada, "I forgot to tell you. Last night our neighbor reported some suspicious activity. He wanted me to tell you to be rather cautious outside, today." My father slurped and smack his lips. "Okay, sweets," he nodded. I thought the comments over. Was this the activity I saw last night? Did, I, little Dudley Dursley actually witness a crime?
My brain raced as my family finished their breakfast. I stared out the sunny window, not even blinking. I was too busy pondering to bother blinking. "Vernon," piped in Mummy. They both immediately started tapping my hands and trying to get my attention. When my episode of thoughts ended, I shook my head and returned to normality. I had no idea that it would last only a few minutes.
"Bye, bye, my fair family," called Dada as he kissed us. Mummy once again lifted me to bid my father farewell. We escorted him to the door. As he walked big steps out the house, he tripped on this blue, blanket-covered bump.