AN: It's been forever since I update a HP fic! I'm sorry to everyone. I hope you all like this chapter. I of course don't own the first 2 chapters of OotP which is where most of this text is from. I only own the ideas inspired by the line"What would spoiled, pampered, bullying Dudley have been forced to hear?" Thanks to Ryu the Dragon Demon for inspiring me by updating her own fic :)

Demented Memories: Dudley Dursley

Harry was getting to me. So what if my friends had helped me beat up a kid? I hadn't needed them. Harry was pissinng me off.

"What about 'Popkin?' and 'Dinky Diddydume' can I use them then?" Harry askied.

I blocked out his voice, my hands shaking, I didn't want to hurt Harry. I knew I would not be able to win, not if he use… the m word.

Now Harry was accusing me of beating up another little brat like Mark Evans.

"He was asking for it," I snarled.

"Oh yeah?"

"He checked me," and he had. He had said something about how I looked like a fat ugly pig, but really that was an insult to the pigs.

I heard Harry's jibe about the pig and I felt my face redden and my fingers flex. Then I remembered, "Think you're a big man carrying that thing don't you?"

Here's where things start to get blurry. I know the fight got worse and I called Harry out on his nightmares. He'd been having them ever since he got home, I could hear him almost every night. Suddenly, that…thing… was pointed straight at me.

Then everything went black. All of a sudden, I was freezaing, even though a couple of seconds ago, it had been the hottest night of the year. "W-What are you d-doing? St-stop it!" my teeth chattered.

"I'm not doing anything. Shut up and don't move!"

I close my eyes and reopen them hoping the things around me will be clear once more, but they're not, "I c-can't see! I've g-gone blind, I-"

"I said shut up!"

There's another chill in the air and I know that Harry is doing more stuff, I do the only thing I can think of, "I'll t-tell Dad!" ashamed of the crack in my voice, "W-where are you? What are d-do-?"

"Will you shut up? Harry hissed, "I'm trying to lis…" then he doesn't speak anymore.

I take a deep breath, gather my strength, shout, "C-cut it out! Stop doing it! I'll h-hit you, I swear I will!" I raised my fist guessing where Harry would be.

"Dudley, shut-" my fist made contact with his skull, and I felt satisfied for a moment, then I ran. Harry voice shouted after me, but I ignored it. Then another sudden burst of coldness, I tripped, and I'm on the ground with my hands covering my face. Then… I don't remember.

I come to just in time to vomit. My mother rusehes over, sees me, fusses over me and calls for my father. And while they both fuss and ask me what had happened and who did this, I notice Harry trying to escape.

"Him," I point a shaky hand at my cousin.

A couple of long moments of confusion follow with owls flying into our house and then leaving again. Then Harry's trying to deny everything. "That wasn't me-"

Liar, "Was," I mutter.

My parents crowd around me, insisting I tell them what happened.

"Pointed his wand at me," I mumble.

Harry interrupts and Mum and Dad silence him.

"All went dark. Everything dark. And then I h-heard… things… Inside m-my head."

My mother wants to know what I heard, but I shook my head. I'm still trying not to think about them. Reliving this is extremely painful. All those voices…

I'm two. I've built a tower of blocks, Harry asks to play. I shout, "No!" and then suddenly there's wind in the room, and my tower collapses. I cry.

I start school. The end of the first week, the teacher asks me a question. I don't know the answer. She yells at me. Tells me I should know, we've been practicing all week. But I don't get it.

I want to play ball. Only the older grades get balls. When I try to pick one up a big guy shouts at me, hits me, and steals it. That's when I realize only guys like that have power. You have to be the biggest and the meanest to get the best.

Every insult ever thrown my way, every fat joke, every dumb joke, all the teasing, it's on repeat, looping around in my head.

Harry's just turned eleven. There's a huge man sitting in the cabin. Telling Harry he's a wizard. But magic doesn't exist. It can't – but apparently it does. So why him? Why is Harry so special? Why can't I be special too?

The classroom again, it might be a different class, a different teacher, a different school, but I still don't know the answer. And the teacher still yells.

The cries of every person I've ever beaten up echoing in my head, their moans, their groans, their tears, their shaky breaths.

"How come you fell over son?" Dad asks.

"T-tripped…And then-" I can't explain, and I gesture uselessly at my chest, " Horrible." My voice is weak, "Cold. Really cold."

"OK," My Dad says as my mother's hand presses against my sweat-soaked forehead. "What happened then Dudders?"

There's not a single way to explain it… I struggle with the words, "Felt…felt…felt…as if…as if…."

"As if you'd never be happy again," Harry finishes, sounding bored.

Exactly, "Yes…" I whisper.

AN: I hope you liked it! Sorry for being the worst updater ever! R&R!