Chapter Two

When Dudley Dursley received his Hogwarts letter the next day, Petunia decided to teach Dudley that his magic was good. It was the Freak's magic that they hated.

Dudley Dursley was happy. To make up for the disruption of the day before, his mother had taken him to the mall and bought him all new things. He'd gotten a new Game Boy and lots of new games, as well as lots of new clothes which his mother had insisted upon. Being first in the door, he almost stepped over the pile of mail on the front mat. Then he noticed the strange envelope, just like the one that had bought so much trouble down on the Freak yesterday. He picked it up, planning on showing his mum and getting Harry in more trouble. That was until he noticed the name on the front:

Dudley Dursley

Second largest bedroom

4 Privet Drive

Surrey

It had a strange crest on the back with the word 'Hogwarts' on it. Dudley knew that his mum and dad hadn't liked seeing the letter yesterday, so he quickly hid the letter in his pocket. Once the Freak had bought all his new stuff up to his room, he quickly shut the door and opened the envelope.

Even with all the big words, Dudley got the gist of the letter. He was just like the Freak! His yell of surprise bought his mum up to his room.

"Dudders, what's wrong? What's wrong, darling?" Petunia was almost panicking when she took in the stricken look on her darling's face. Then she saw the letter. "Dudley darling, what are you doing with one of the Freak's letters? You should have just given it straight to me." She took it out of her son's limp hand, flipping it over to read the name. Her eyes widened as she looked at the name on the envelope.

"Mummy, how come it says, it says, I'm a wizard? Am I a freak as well? Mummy?" Dudley was shocked and trying to make sense of it. All his life he'd been told that the Freak was different and the things that he made happen was wrong. That's why he'd never told his Mum that sometimes, he was the one who made those things happen.

"No darling of course not." Petunia was thinking desperately, trying to find a way to justify to her son that it was only the Boy who was freaky. There was no way her precious son was a freak. "It's just Harry's magic that's bad, not yours darling, never yours. Daddy will be so proud of his boy, getting into such an exclusive school." Petunia knew that she had to talk to her husband before he saw that Dudley was going to Hogwarts. And there was no way that the Boy was going to Smeltings now; if Dudley showed up and Harry didn't, people would ask questions.

"Mummy, it says we have to owl our reply back. How do we do that?" Dudley was getting curious now that he knew his Mum wasn't angry that he was magic.

"Well, we'll just have to find someone who knows how to do it. Maybe there's someone in the neighbourhood." Petunia truly didn't know how to reply to this letter, but she had decided that Dudley would have exactly what she'd wanted ever since she was fifteen and her brat kid sister had been invited to attend that school.