Had a hard time deciding how to start this but came naturally when I began writing.
Disclaimer: I followed JKR on twitter today, can't follow myself so... yeah I don't own HP :)
All to soon the day for departure arrived. Dudley watched as his parents deal with the situation the only way they could: complaining.
Vernon Dursley raved, rather loudly about those "filthy freaks."
"I'm not going to have them do any hocus pocus on me! No sir no!" He yelled at no one in particular. "I've had enough of those freakish people to last a lifetime, if it wasn't for Grunnings I wouldn't be doing this!"
Vernon stopped to look at his son, who was sitting at the dinning table, "This is all for you Dudley! If I let Polkiss get the freaks on his side they'd steal the company right from under me!"
Dudley didn't bother arguing with his father, he never listened to him anyway. He couldn't count how many times he told him, his dream of opening his own gym.
Each time he told this to his father he would smack him on the back and say, "Trying to gain expierence owning a business son? You're going to need it when you take over Grunnings!" Dudley grunted in response to his father, who satisfied, continued ranting.
His mother sat in a chair looking very anxious, sipping her tea every few seconds. Dudley sent a warm smile in her direction which immediately calmed her down a bit.
He wasn't so sure how he felt about his parents. One one hand he was glad they were open to the idea of staying in the wizarding world for a while, but on the other hand they were doing it for all the wrong reasons.
He wanted to learn more about the world his cousin lived in and enjoyed so much; his parents were doing this to protect their pride and there unwillingness to be showed up by the Polkiss'.
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"Do you have your packs?" Whispered Piers to Dudley.
Dudley nodded, Piers was taking about the cigarettes.
It was a nasty habit they developed together back at Smeltings. Dudley tried to quit several times, but with everything about to happen he found himself craving nicotine flavor again.
Everyone was gathered in the Dursley's living room, where they were told to wait until transportation arrived at 5 pm.
It was now 4:59.
"Shouldn't they be arriving now?" Questioned Mrs. Polkiss.
"Maybe their broom broke down!" laughed Piers.
Mr. Polkiss had a thoughtful look on his face, "You could be right Piers. They probably have their own ways if transportation."
"BOOM!"
The fire place suddenly exploded, frightening the living daylights out of the six people in the room.
A slightly perplexed Hermione Granger stepped out of the fireplace.
"Sorry about the explosion, I didn't realize you had an electric fireplace. So how's everyone doing!" She asked clapping her hands together to shake off the ash.
Everyone was too shock to answer, even Dudley who had seen this exact same thing happen years earlier, with the redheads and Harry.
"You just came out the freaking fireplace!" Shouted Piers.
"Yes, is called floo, its one of the most common ways witches and wizards travel. We also used apparition, portkeys and of course brooms."
"I'm going to need some serious mediations to make it through this month!" Laughed Mr. Polkiss although he was still a bit shaken.
"Is that how were going to travel?" Asked Dudley.
He was skeptical about using the fireplace, what if it didn't work for muggles like him and he got burned!
"Yes Dudley! As a matter if fact we should be leaving about now, Molly would never let me be if the food gets cold before you arrived!" She laughed.
Dudley noted she seemed very fond of this Molly woman and he wondered who she was.
They would be going in paurs, Dudley and Piers first, followed by Mister and Missus Polkiss, Vernon and Petunia, then finally Hermione.
Dudley was terrified stepping into that fireplace, but Hermione assured him everything would be alright, just as long as he said " The Burrow" clearly.
Dudley received a nasty shock when he appeared to the Burrow, the family of redheads who had came to collect Harry that one summer were staring back at him.
"Oh no," he mumbled.
"Hello! You two must be Dudley and Piers!" Welcomed a plump looking woman with graying red hair, She gave each of them a hug. "I'm Molly Weasley."
Dudley was about to say something when suddenly Mr. and Mrs. Polkiss fell out if the fireplace covered in ashes.
Molly quickly went to tend to them, leaving Dudley and Piers to face the rest of the redheaded Weasleys and the few other people in the room.
"Well, well, well, I never expected to see a Dursley at the Burrow," smirked the young man who Dudley quickly realized as one of the devious twins. He quickly scanned the room for the other one but didn't see him.
"How do you know Dudley?" Asked Piers.
With a sinking feeling, Dudley realized that Piers knew nothing about Harry being a wizard. Thankfully Harry and his friend-what was his name- Ron! Yeah that's it! Harry and Ron weren't here. Maybe they won't show up.
Just then his parents fell through. His father landed flat on his mothers back who had hit the floor first.
"Oi! Vernon get iff of me!" Screamed a breathless Petunia.
Laughter erupted in the room, which was quickly silenced by a stern look from .
Vernon slowly rolled his heavy body off his wife. "Sorry Pet." He said.
Molly introduced herself to the older Dursleys. Vernon was not pleased, "Oh how could this get any worse! We get stuck with the most freakish family of the lot!"
Mr. and Mrs. Polkiss looked confused at the statement.
"What's going on Dudley? How do you know them?" Piers questioned looking at me accusingly.
Thankfully Dudley didn't answer because just then an angry Hermione Granger yelled, "Where are they! They were suppose to come home with Jackie and Jillian!"
"They'll be here soon, sweetie. Let's just start eating, I'm sure these poor muggles are starving after such a long day." Said Molly.
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Even Vernon Dursley couldn't resist the wonderful cooking of .
The table was piled high with all sorts of dishes, some that Dudley recognized and others he didn't.
In the middle if draining his second glass of the ridiculously good butterbeer, he heard several people arrive through the fireplace.
Hermione, and Molly jumped up and went to the front room to meet up with the arrivals, who couldn't be seen from the dinning table.
All the muggles stopped eating curious of the new arrivals, wondering who they were.
Molly marched back into the kitchen, with her the twin girls who happened to be Hermione's cousins.
"Hello." Greeted one.
"Hi." Said the other.
They said, numerous , "hello's", "hi's", a "jello" and "ignore him" that went through the room.
"You started eating!"complained a vaguely familiar voice from the front, "I thought you guys were waiting until everyone got here. You know some guest eat enough for three!" Dudley had a feeling Ron was taking about him.
"Oh stop it Ron, there's enough food for everyone! If you had gotten here on time we would have started eating together." Chastise Hermione.
"Something came up and we had to take care of it." Answered Harry.
Dudley felt his heart clutch, Harry was really here. His parents had a look of dread etched on their faces.
Piers and his parents went back to eating and conversing with the Weasleys not recognizing Harry's voice.
A few moments later Hermione, Ron and Harry walked in.
"Oh drat Dudley your cousin is part of the project." Said Piers.
"Project? What are you on about? Harry's not part of no project, he's a wizard. A great one to." Stated the one red haired girl at the table.
"Harry Potter, the srawny kid we used to jump a wizard! You're lying!" Acussed Piers.
The looks he got from the family at was enough to silence Piers. They did not look happy, the girl looked dead scary. With him having admitted to jump a young Harry to his adopted wizard family, I quietly advised him to shut up.
Molly spoke up in an attempt to stop the brewing fight. "How about we each introduce ourselves? Just your name and a little something about yourselves. I'll go first I'm Molly Weasley mother of seven, six boys and a daughter."
Dudley saw Mrs. Polkiss mouth drop open.
"Seven?" The woman breathed, "I could hardly manage my one!"
"They must have been neglected one person can't take care of seven children!" Screetches Petunia.
Dudley couldn't believe she just said that.
Molly had a scandeloous look on her face, most of the people at the table jumped up in rage.
Molly answered calmly, "Sit down," they reluctantly agreed, "Actually Petunia dear my children came out rather fine, they weren't spoiled or rude and they did not go around smoking and beating up smaller children."
That shut her up real quick and Dudley felt ashamed of himself and his parents.
The introduction continued, the atmosphere more tense then before. Dudley marveled at all the wonderful jobs in the wizarding world. Some worked with Goblins in a bank, others owned joke shops and played professional sport. Dudley was siprised to hear that Harry was part of the magical law enforcement, on his was to being head of the department.
His father proudly announced himself as the owner of the drill company, to which Author Weasley replied, "What are drills?"
"Idiots," he heard his dad mutter thankfully no one else heard him.
"It's your turn Dudley," muttered the nice witch he sat next to, her name was Angelina.
Dudley felt embarrassed to say what he did because it wasn't half as interesting as any of the wizards jobs, "I go to a university I'm studying buisness because I want to open my own gym. Until recently I worked at a movie theater."
He was suprised the response he got from those around the table. They were asking him all sorts of questions as if the movie theater was the most interesting thing.
Piers couldn't make himself sound worse, "Um well I don't have a job, I dropped out of university, I live with my parents and umm... like playing videogames."
"So you're a bum," concluded George Weasley with a grin.
Dudley couldn't help but feel embarrassed for his best friend.
Jackie, the fierce one of the twins was studying sports medicine. Dudley noted that Angelina was studying to be a sport medic to, but of course for wizard sports.
Suprisingly, the twin who cried at the info meet, Jillian, was a racecar driver.
The mention of the racecar spurred a whirl of conversation, that went on for hours. Some wanted to know what a racecar was, how did you get one and if they could race.
Dudley was happy at how well the night went. Everyone was able to participate in the conversation including his father would, who told the story of how his company sells drills to racecar companies.
"I forgot to tell you guys who your staying with!" Shouted Hermione over the noise of laughter.
We all quited down, although I was sure I knew who I would we staying with.
"The Dudley, Mister and Missus Dursley will be staying with Harry and Ginny at Grimmauld's Place." I nodded, I was right about us staying with Harry, I didn't know Ginny lived with him. I'll try ro stay on her good side, she's an intimidating witch.
"Jackie and Jillian you two will be with Angelina and George. And PIers, mister and missus Polkiss will be staying with Ron and I."
Everyone begin lining up to use the fireplace, I was excited to do it again.
"You guys want to try another mode of transportation?" Angelina asked the girls, they nodded.
She took hold of the twins hands with each of her own and with a pop all three dissappeared.
"Of course she leaves me with the pink and purple bags," muttered George who grabbed the girls abandoned luggage, "I'm out," he said and disappeared with the bags.
"There will never be a boring day with these people!" said Piers laughing.
"Why don't we just pop out?" I ask Harry.
"To many of you, someone could get splinched," he answered. I didn't understand what that meant but didn't say anything about it.
I stepped into the fireplace and said loud and clearly, "Number 12 Grimmauld Place."
Woohoo! This took me forever! Show your support by reviewing! :) Next chapter I'll focus on the twins I know I've been neglecting them a bit.