With a start, Dudley woke. Bathed in a cold sweat and lightly panting, Dudley untangled himself from his sheets and swung him legs over the bed. Leaning his elbows on his knees and burring his head in his hand, Dudley slowly started to calm down.

Running his hands through his hair, he looked around the room which was cast in an eerie white glow from the moon that hung lazily in the sky. His eyes finally landed on the digital clock on it bed side table, the glowing red letters reading 01:34.

With an audible groan, Dudley pushed off the bed and headed in to the bathroom. Grabbing the the glass which stood next to the sink, he quickly filled it with tap water. After quickly gulping down the water, Dudley replaced the glass on the sink edge, making a face at the rancid taste the water had left in his mouth. Turning on the tap again he filled his cupped hands and proceeded to splash water on his face before the back of his neck in an attempt to cool down.

Leaving the tap running Dudley looked up in to the mirror. Red blood shot eyes and pale and pasty skin, which was dripping with water, was not what Dudley was hoping for. With a sigh of defeat, Dudley turned away from the mirror, flicking the tap off, and walked back in to his room, over to the window.

With a gentle push Dudley opened the window as far as he could, enjoying the pleasant feel of the cool night air on his face. The sound of the waves and occasional distant sea gull seemed to lull Dudley in to a calmer frame of mind. His thoughts seemed to clear as he watch the moonlight reflect against the relatively flat sea. With his heart beat now at at steady rhythm, Dudley could slowly feel exhaustion slowly creep up on him.

Dropping on to his front, he landing on his bed in a hump, pulling and twisting his sheets out from under himself. For a while he idly watched the breeze make the flyers by the door curl at the corners before slowly flatting, only to repeat it over and over. The glossy pages reflected the moon light, giving them a silvery glow. It was something about this silvery glow which seem to entice Dudley but he was unable to think why as he's mind was now thick with exhaustion.

As Dudley's now heavy lids were starting to close his slowly working brain finally recognised the silvery glow, it was the same as her hair. So on that nigh, as Dudley feel in to a dreamless sleep, his last thoughts were of her and how his silver haired angel had kept away the black hooded demons.


The next morning started similar as the last. The leaflets still stirred in the breeze form the open window where bright sunlight also streamed in. The sound of waves and sea gulls filled the room with the smell of the sea. Rolling over, Dudley tried to block the bright light ,which he could see through his eyelids, and tried to get back to his peaceful sleep, the best he's had in weeks.

As awareness slowly started to dawn on Dudley he bolted upright in his bed. Scrambling round his bed stand he franticly searched for his watch.. He starred at the watch for a minute, letting his eyes adjust.10 to 7. After some quick calculations and guess work he figured he woken twenty minutes earlier yesterday. He practically jumped out of bed, pausing only a moment to let the dizziness pass, before continuing to the bath room.

Grabbing a quick shower, where he vigorously cleaned himself, he tried to calm his nerves. Wrapping a towel around his waist he quickly shaved which only caused him to cut most of he's chin. Cursing softly to him self his stuck on toilet paper before getting dressed. His best white polo shirt and clean shorts where then smoothed over his body to avoid further creasing. Returning to the bathroom he grabbed his towel and roughly towel dried his hair. Smoothing down his hair with a comb in front of the mirror he then whipped away the tissue from his cuts, which had thankfully stopped bleeding.

Grabbing his wallet and watch he swiftly left the room, accidentally slamming the door. At the loud slam of a door, Mrs Dursley's head quickly pooped out of her own room, hoping to witness a dramatic scene or argument she could later gossip about. To her confusion the only culprit of the loud bang could have been her son, who was now half jogging half walking down the hall way.

"Duddiekin's, whe-where are you going?" she half shouted to her son was now nearing the stairs, her voice clouded with concern.

"Erm..for a walk. Be back in a bit.." Dudley said with a wave of his hand. Whatever concerned words Mrs Dursley was trying to tell her son fell on deaf ears as he was already racing down the stair, hoping he hadn't already missed her.