A/N Hey! This is the second chapter. Hope you enjoy!


Chapter Two

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There was a great ringing sound as Dudley's alarm buzzed impatiently at him; loud enough to wake the whole household. He slammed his fist down on the clock.

"…Bloody clock…hate it…stupid…" he grumbled.

"Dad! Mum!"

Dudley's breath immediately left him as his eleven year old son pounced on him causing Emily to shriek in surprise.

"Get up! Today that person from the school is going to come! We have to get ready!"

Rodney proceeded to scramble of the bed and scamper into his bedroom. Dudley groaned and sat up. He had shown the acceptance letter to his son yesterday and was regretting it. Rodney had been bouncing of walls since. Literally. Those underage wizards did plenty of bizarre things. He contemplated what would have happened if he had not told his son or his wife and let the witch or wizard coming explain all. He instantly dismissed the little fantasy. Not only would his son pound him to the ground (why on earth had he decided to teach him how to box?) his wife would murder him - bring him back to life – then murder him again.

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Dudley was finally ready after showering, dressing himself and eating breakfast and had managed to catch a repeat of his favourite TV show before his son had wrestled the remote off him and switched to the sport channels.

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It was two minutes to eleven and Dudley was sweating buckets. He was pretty sure that he could wring his suit and have enough liquid for two glasses. Rodney and Emily were at ease – they even looked excited! Dudley could not believe how they could be so happy at a time like this. He remembered how once a wizarding family, all with red hair, had ruined his living room and left his father's face permanently purple. He had never recovered from that 'incident'. He had no idea how the person would arrive but he prayed it wasn't by fireplace. It was bad enough that his father was purple – he didn't want to become purple too.

"One minute to go," Rodney called.

Dudley's heart skipped a beat and he fearfully hurried into the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. He instinctively put his hand on his backside; he could still feel the bump from when he had had his tail removed. He pushed the thought out of his mind. That was something he had vowed to himself to never think about again.

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Knock, knock.

Dudley squeaked and jumped out of his chair. He seized his wife and held her in front of him like a shield.

"Don't be silly, Dudley," she chided. "Go and answer the door."

Dudley dazedly forced his feet to move and pull him forward. He numbly opened the door. And his jaw dropped.

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Standing before him was none other than his own cousin.

"Hey, Dudley. How are things? It's been a long time."

Dudley gawped at him unbelieving.

"You might want to close your mouth – because of the flies and all."

Dudley snapped his mouth shut as the man standing opposite him grinned.

"What is taking so long?" Emily walked round the corner muttering.

She saw who Dudley had opened the door to and was struck dumb. However, she recovered quickly and immediately graced her features with a smile.

"Mr Potter-"

"Please, call me Harry," he interrupted.

She smiled. "Alright, Harry, please do come in."

She guided him into the living room and offered him some tea – all the while firmly gripping Dudley's arm and leading him into the room as well.

"Pull yourself together," she hissed as she left to make the tea.

Dudley took a deep breath and tried to ignore the shock of seeing his cousin again.

"Rodney, this is your uncle Harry," Dudley said. "You won't remember him. The last time you met him you were only a baby."

Rodney shook Harry's hand and stared at him in awe.

"I didn't know you worked at Hogwarts."

"Oh, I don't," Harry laughed.

"Then you must work in the Ministry of Magic," Rodney concluded.

"Yeah. I'm the Head of the Auror Department. That's like law enforcement – like the police," Harry explained.

"Wow," Rodney whispered as his mother brought in the tea. "What is the Ministry of Magic?"

Harry sipped his tea. "That is the sort of thing you will find out at Hogwarts. That is…" here he glanced at Dudley sheepishly. "…if your parents wish you to go to the school."

"Oh, of course, we've already decided that, haven't we dear?" Emily turned to Dudley.

"Um…well…"

Dudley still was not sure about this. He had been trained all his childhood to hate magic and this was just too weird. He saw his wife give him a death glare and he decided that they would have to discuss this later. But for now he'd pretend that everything was fine.

"Sure."

Harry smiled. "Good, good. Well now," he turned back to Rodney. "It's not only magic that you will learn at Hogwarts. There's history, wizarding culture and so much more. And you will learn so many things from your classmates. Everyone has such different backgrounds because magic isn't about how much money you have or who your family is or anything like that – although some will try to convince you otherwise."

Harry smirked. At that moment, his face was full of emotion. Dudley had never seen Harry like this. It was as though he had been transported back to his school days.

"It's great," Harry said. "It honestly is. So, Rodney, ask me anything."

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After what Dudley felt must have been at least two full weeks of questions, Rodney suddenly went shy.

"What is it, Rodders?" Emily asked.

Dudley blanched and furtively glanced at Harry when Emily said 'Rodders'. He was sure Harry was getting flashbacks of Dudley's mother calling him 'Dudders'. And by the barely visible smirk on his cousin's face Dudley could conclude that he suspicions were correct.

"Well, what if I don't make any friends?" Rodney asked.

"You will, trust me," Harry assured. "All three of my kids already go to Hogwarts. They will look after you. James is a prefect this year," Harry snorted. "So he should keep you out of trouble. Albus will be in his fourth year and Lily will be in her third. She'll definitely make sure no one bothers you. Her mother taught her the Bat Bogey Hex which she has, unfortunately, got quite good at." He scowled.

The Dursley family stared at him in bewilderment.

"You'll see," he promised. "Oh, you'll definitely see."

Rodney shrugged off the slightly grave comment and asked another question.

"Will I be any good at magic? My parents can't do any."

"Yes," Emily agreed. "Will he be treated the same even though he's a…a…mubble?"

"A muggle and yes he will be fine. The cleverest witch of my generation – and one of my best friends – has no magical relations. You will be fine."

Harry looked the clock on the mantelpiece and his eyes widened. He stood up.

"It's getting late. I really should leave now."

"Wait!" Emily cried.

Dudley glared at her. Why was she making him stay longer than absolutely necessary?

"Where do I buy all this equipment from?" She thrust the uniform list in Harry's face pointing at it frantically.

"Ah…of course. Can I meet all three of you at 11:00 in King's Cross Station on the 18th?"

Before Dudley got a chance to open his mouth Emily cut in.

"We'll be there."

Dudley felt sick. He hadn't seen the uniform list yet and had just caught a glimpse of the words 'wand' and 'owl'.

"Oh, and one more thing."

Dudley broke out of reverie to look at Harry.

"Most people want to see some magic as proof that Hogwarts and everything with it actually exists. This is called Disappartion." He looked at Rodney. "You learn how to do this in your second-to-last year at Hogwarts. It is a method of transportation. Bye…for now." He grinned.

And with a swift turn and a loud crack, Dudley's cousin disappeared.


A/N Hope you enjoyed reading the chapter. Please review and tell me what you thought! Not sure when the next chapter should be up because school is starting again after the holidays so I won't have much time to write. Hopefully, it shouldn't be too long though!