Can someone count down with me to Summer Vacation! Any way here the update guys hope you like it and review please!

Disclaimer: I don't own HP

Dudley Dursley POV

"People live without power all the time," said Dad setting down a can of cold soup on the table.

"Yeah," I answered, "cavemen." Every day we had three food cans, one for breakfast, lunch and again for dinner. It doesn't sound too bad does it? But here's the catch all three of us eat from the same can.

Dad doesn't want to admit but we need help, serious help, we can't live like this. I even tried convincing him to call Aunt Marge, but he's too proud of himself, he won't bring shame to the family name. As if it's not already shameful enough.

"Mom," I say when dad left to check the mail. "We can't do this anymore we have to do something about it."

"I don't know what to do Diddykins, Vernon will not allow us to do anything about it," her pale face glimmer in the darkness.

Dad came back into the room and sat down; he tried to act as if everything was normal, by trying to read the newspaper, but the tiny bit of light peeking through the closed shades offered little, so he gave up.

We were all sitting down, quietly sipping our soup when the doorbell rang.

"I'll answer it!" I said happy with an excuse to leave the uncomfortable room.

It was Mrs. Tuff from door number two.

"Hello ," I said smoothly.

"Oh, Hello Dudley, I was actually hoping I could talk to your parents," she said while trying to see over me into the house.

"They're a little busy right now, I'll take a message," adjusting myself to block her view even more.

"I- it was nothing really," she stuttered.

"No, no, go ahead Mrs. Tuff, there has to be a very important reason why you would come all the way here," I say with a hint of sarcasm.

"It's just for the past four days there hasn't been any lights on in the house, I was wondering if something was wrong," she said a little hopefully. I guess she thinks I'm still a kid, ready to spill out all of my parents business.

"We'll thank-you for your concern but we have recently become green by trying to save energy so when our lights are on you can't see it from two doors down." Swiftly I closed the door leaving her standing there mouth open.

"Dad-"I started

"No son," he sighed quietly, he got up and left his cold soup on the table and made his way outside. A minute later there was the sound of tires squeaking out the driveway. The house was quite for a minute or two after that, than after a glance at moms' scared face, I sighed and went upstairs to my bedroom.

I had to find some way to contact the magical world; I had no other choice. I was stuck between a father who was too proud to admit he needs help, and a mousy mother who quivered at her own shadow. I grabbed my keys and ran downstairs, "Mom!" I say when I'm downstairs no answer, "mom?" I say again, now searching through the whole house.

She was in her room curled up in a ball under the covers shuddering. I shook my head, as much as I loved my parents, a lot of this was their own fault. "I'll be back soon," I say without any explanation as to where I was going.

It wasn't until I was out on the road that I realized I had no way of contacting the magical world. I sat for hours at a public library searching the internet for the name for Harry Potter, Hestia Jones and Dedalus Diggle but nothing ever came up. Well, at least nothing important just some random quote like, "the boy who lived" or "the chosen one." What the heck that has to do with Harry Potter? Stupid internet.

I gave up and ended going to a coffee shop nearby. I was relentlessly flipping through a phone book for the name Harry Potter but nothing ever came up. "There's no damn Harry Potter in this!" I shouted pushing the book aside. Everyone was now looking at me, including a pair of pretty twins. "Oh great," I muttered under my breath.

After a while everyone went back to their normal lives, I tried to not bring any more unwanted attention to myself. I was quietly sipping the warm coffee when a pair of twins came up to the table I was at. I was midway through a sip and stayed that way, frozen, they probably saw my outburst earlier and were here to mock me.

"Hi," said the first one, "I couldn't help but over hear you say the name Harry Potter earlier, do you know him?"

I took a big gulp of coffee and set it down on the table, "Yeah, um, I was- I was actually, trying to find him. He's my- my cousin" I said nervously. Girls! Girls! I thought they had approached me and weren't making fun of me that has never happened before.

"What!" exclaimed the girls; "You're Harry Potter's cousin?" asked the first.

"Parvati," said the second one, "calm down you haven't even told the boy your name yet." Then she turned to me and smiled, "Hi, I'm Padma, and this is my crazy sister Parvati nice to meet you-"

"Dudley," I filled in nervously, "Dudley that's my name." Why did I say that?

"Since your Harry's cousin you have to know about, wait do you?" Asked the girl Parvati.

"You mean about magic?"

"Shhh," They say together looking around to see if anyone over heard. "How about we step outside where we could have more privacy," said Padma.

We've only been outside for ten minutes but already, I felt more comfortable, laughing with the twins.

"So you tried called a magician store," laughed Paravti.

"Yeah," I admitted, "I thought that could have been the Ministry of Magic."

"Didn't Harry leave any means for you to contact him?" asked Padma.

I blushed, "we weren't really close."

She gave me a strange look that went unnoticed by her sister, but said nothing more on the subject.

"Well we can help you, he works at the ministry so we could give you his office line but we don't have his personal contact information," said Parvati.

"No Parvati we can't just give out his information like that," said Padma. If you weren't close why would you want to contact him now?" She questioned suspiciously.

"I promise, I would never ask you two to help me if my family and I weren't desperate. I need to contact Harry because it's the only way out of this mess," I pleaded.

Padma thought about it over in her head for a second than said, dial magic with your phone and when you call it will tell you you've dialed the wrong number. Don't hang up wait about fifteen seconds, than when the guy asks you where you want to be transported say aurors department, than you could ask to speak to Harry Potter."

"Thank-you," I say, 'thank you so much you don't know what this means to me," I say almost crying.

"Don't worry about it," said Parvati.

"We have to go," say Padma, "good luck, maybe we'll see each other around." They walk to the dark side of the alley, before I could say bye they had already disappeared.

In my car, I take out my cell phone and dial the number "magic", my heart sank when I first heard the wrong number machine. Could there possibly be a thing called the magic number? But I waited, and fifteen seconds a man answered, "hello you've reach the ministry of magic."

It worked.

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