Dudley was running alongside Harry, fleeing something he couldn't see. He felt himself being lifted into the air, and reality warping around him. Suddenly, he was Mark Evans, terrified as a boy twice his size pounded him to the floor. Then he was Harry, an innocent boy running away as Dudley and the rest of the gang chased after him. Being the hunted rather than the hunter was frightening. He saw, at long last, what everyone else saw when they looked at Dudley Dursley.


Dudley woke up groggily. He wondered when, if ever, his dreams were going to stop replaying that terrible day whenever he slept. As he pondered, memories from not long previously popped into his mind, as he realised what had happened. He jolted upwards, only to find himself pulled down. His left arm was handcuffed to a chain, while his right was handcuffed to a slender, manicured hand. Dudley turned to see the witch, also handcuffed to another chain, sat cross-legged against the wall. She had a haughty expression on her face. It should have been the last thing on his mind due to the situation, but she was very pretty.

''Sleep well?'' she asked sarcastically.

''I've had better nights,'' Dudley replied. From the vibrations, he could tell they were inside a moving vehicle. Possibly a van of some kind. The chains holding them were hooked to metal panels screwed onto the walls. There was no way they could get out.

''I thought my life couldn't get any worse,'' the witch spat frustratedly, ''Why are you in here?''

''Saw them kill someone. Tried to fight them off,'' Dudley replied.

''I saw it too,'' the witch replied, ''Do you know who they are?''

''Not a clue,'' Dudley said, ''Can't say I want to either. Whoever they are, they're dangerous.''

''This whole thing is nothing to do with me,'' the witch remarked, ''This isn't my world!''

''The name's Dudley, by the way.''

''Pansy.''

''Nice name,'' Dudley commented. Pansy smiled in spite of herself.

''Do you know where we're going?'' Pansy asked.

''Nope,'' Dudley answered, ''They picked us up from Surrey, but I can't say where they're driving us to.''

''Brilliant,'' Pansy spat.

''Tell you one thing,'' Dudley began, ''Bet you wish you could whip your wand out and break these chains off!''


Pansy's day could not get any worse. Being wandless, stuck in a Muggle vehicle, in the company of an idiotic Muggle whose chatter was both irritating and mildly entertaining. That was, until the Muggle just mentioned that he knew she had a wand.

''What did you say?'' Pansy questioned, eyes narrowing.

''I saw you shoot down one of those guys with it,'' Dudley revealed, ''That's why I jumped in.''

''What makes you think it's a wand?'' Pansy asked, deciding to test how much he knew.

''I've met wizards before,'' Dudley told her, ''Got a bit of a shock seeing you do that. Makes you a bit paranoid to think that anyone could be one.''

Pansy smirked. The day had just gotten a lot more interesting.


''This must be the first time you've travelled in a van before,'' remarked Dudley, ''You wizards prefer your broomsticks, don't you?''

''Apparition is easier,'' Pansy said.

''Is that the whoosh thing you do?'' he made a fast gesture with his hands.

Pansy nodded, ''If I had my wand I could do it now, or at least break us out of these chains. Without it I'm useless. Pretty much sums my life up, that word.''

''You seem OK to me,'' Dudley said softly.

''How much do you know about the Wizarding World?'' Pansy asked him.

''A little.''

''Does the name ''Parkinson'' ring any bells?'' she prodded.

''Nah. Never heard it before in my life,'' Dudley replied.

''Lucky you,'' Pansy giggled humourlessly, ''I did something stupid, and the whole world knows about it. Everywhere I go I get stared at. I can't get a job. I have no friends. That's what brought me to Surrey. I tried to get a potions job out of London, but even they didn't want me.''

''What's the bad thing you did?'' Dudley asked.

''You really don't want to know,'' Pansy said, ''I spend every night wishing I could take it back.''

Suddenly, the van slowed down.

''Where are we?'' Pansy asked. Dudley shrugged his shoulders. The back doors suddenly swung open to reveal several powerfully built men. The one in the middle was the one who had murdered the cowering man in the street.

''Hope you enjoyed your flight!'' the murderer sneered at them. Two of his comrades stepped inside to unlock the chains holding them into the van, while keeping the two handcuffed together.

''Who are you?'' Dudley asked, ''What do you want with us?''

''You'll find out,'' the murderer replied. He made a gesture to his comrades and they shoved the two forward, out of the van.


Pansy and Dudley were marched to a grand looking mansion that was almost as impressive as Parkinson Manor, though it had a distinct blandness that proved it's Muggle nature.

''In you go,'' the man shoving her along said, giving her a push through the door.

''What is this?'' Pansy asked.

''Follow me,'' the murderer ordered. The men began shoving Dudley and Pansy along once more, up a flight of stairs. At last, they reached a spatious room. The murderer stepped inside, and the men behind them gave the two a shove into the room. Inside stood a handsome, blonde-haired man who reminded Pansy of Draco Malfoy. He glared at them as they entered. ''Leave us,'' the murderer ordered the men behind them. They turned and walked out, closing the door behind them.

''What do you want with us?'' Dudley shouted.

''My name's Glenn,'' the murderer said pleasantly, ''I don't wanna hurt you two. But unfortunately I put one bullet in that gun, for the traitor that's been reporting details of my activities to the police. Then you two came along and saw the whole thing, leaving me no choice but to have you contained here until you can be safely disposed of.''

''What will it take for you to let us go?'' Pansy questioned.

''What will it take?'' Glenn sneered in response.

''I have money. Lots of it,'' Pansy told him. She'd never had to use Muggle money before, but she'd seen the parents of the Mud-Muggleborns exchanging Wizarding and Muggle money at Gringotts and she knew it wasn't difficult at all.

''Oh I know that,'' Glenn told her, ''They emptied out your pockets when they put you in the van.'' He produced a small tray, in which lay a few of Dudley and Pansy's things. ''We found this.'' He produced a gold galleon. ''A coin made of solid gold. Figured you had to have deep pockets to own something like this.''

''Let us go and we can talk,'' Pansy suggested.

''I don't want your money, darling,'' Glenn sneered, ''My business makes me fifty thousand pounds a week. You really think a bit of charity from you is enough to make me change my mind.'' Pansy had no idea what the exchange rate was, but by the man's boasts, he was clearly wealthy enough that money could not influence him.

''Alright then,'' Dudley started, ''You may as well tell us. What's this all about?''

''Melvin Johnson, the man currently lying dead in a Surrey alleyway, is a police informant. He's been supplying them with information about my business, my contacts, my activities for over a year now.''

''How did you find out?'' Dudley questioned.

''Ryan here...''' Glenn gestured to the blonde man next to him, ''Is a police officer. Detective sergeant Ryan Jillions. Luckily for me, he's decided that his ambitions lie beyond enforcing the law. It's all well and good the police having a man inside my operations, but when I have a man in theirs, it's game over.''

''So you murdered him,'' Pansy surmised.

''Yep,'' Glenn snarled, ''And I'd do it all again.''

''So what are you gonna do with us?'' Dudley asked.

''Kill you? Torture you? Lock you up until you starve to death?'' Glenn thought out loud, ''Still thinking about it. In the mean time, why don't you make yourselves at home?'' You've got the telly. You've got a beautiful view. You should start enjoying it. After all, you're gonna be here a long time.''

Glenn and Ryan smirked at them before striding out of the room. As the door slammed shut, Pansy and Dudley heard the lock turning. Pansy burst into tears. She thought that a few people were baying for her blood after the war, but she did not expect to die at the hands of a psychotic Muggle.


I decided not to have Dudley reveal that he's Harry's cousin just yet, as I think it would make for an interesting conversation between them later on.

The big question is... how are our heroes gonna get out of Glenn's mansion?

Hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Please leave a review and tell me what you think!