Dudley Dursley and the Golden Eye(yes i changed it again)
By: SleepyAngel
3: A Confusing Explanation
The house was rather strange, filled with things such as self-do-whatever items,
many spell books, three large owls, and many objects that talked back. None of these
seemed unusual to the Potter's or to Dudley, who'd all lived with these things their whole
lives. Wizardry was so natural to them that they didn't even mention the talking portraits
on the walls or notice the ever shifting hallways.
"I expect James should be here soon-" Aunt Lily said as some one came out of the
fire place, covered in ash. Dudley smiled at Uncle James, his glasses crooked and his hair
as crazy and wild as Harry's. Dudley truly admired his uncle, glad that he didn't try to go
through any Muggle troubles of getting surgery done on his eyes or trying to magic his
hair differently. He liked his nonjudgemental relatives, even if this meant that they treated
him as an equal when he was little more than a Squib.
Harry shrunk back slightly in his seat, as if expecting a lecture, a loud one, from his
father. Dudley knew that Uncle James could get very loud and would if need be. But
neither parent looked like they had anything left to yell at Harry about, and Harry and
Dudley both relaxed. Dudley really hated it when his uncle and aunt got on Harry's case,
because he knew that he would feel cheated too if his cousin had to live with them, a
cousin who was different.
"Well, boys, we need to talk to you. About things we maybe should have told you
earlier, but...." Aunt Lily started, and didn't seem to know how to finish. Luckily, Uncle
James was there and he came up from behind and hugged her as he continued.
"Ten years ago, there was a horrible, horrible thing that happened. The greatest
wizard who'd ever lived was killed, to give his life to give all the rest of us a chance."
Dudley and Harry nodded, having heard this story many times before, about Voldemort
and Dumbledore. Why was this something new? "Dudley, we've told you before that your
parents were killed by Voldemort's followers, wanting revenge." He nodded, blinking back
tears. He didn't want to look babish in front of Harry so he pretended it was okay. "They
didn't pick your family at random. And they messed up on the most important part. They
didn't get you."
"Thank God!" Aunt Lily interjected, wiping her eyes. Harry stared at the table top,
while Dudley watched his uncle and aunt, both with so much pain stored up that they had
to get it out.
"We thought that it was only Lily and Harry that Voldemort had wanted, but, after
all these years, we've found different. He wanted you too, Dudley."
Dudley stared, sure that he must look dumb just sitting there with wide eyes. What
would anyone want him, a defenceless, stupid, young Squib?
"Let me try to explain, James. You don't even know it all," Aunt Lily interrupted,
surprising Uncle James with what she said. Her bright green eyes, just like Harry's, were
dewy, but they still had that strong sense of power, like she knew she would make it
through whatever was so terrible. He nodded, giving her shoulders an extra squeeze. With
a deep breath, Aunt Lily said, "When I was a young girl, there was this man who-who was
quite enchanted with me, I guess you could say," Aunt Lily's eyes shifted to the ground, as
if ashamed. Dudley and Harry didn't notice, but Uncle James' eyes were on fire and his
grip on his wife tightened. "This man always caught me when I was alone, and I pushed
him away, knowing that he wasn't being right and that I should tell some one, but I never
could. It was like some one had put a clamp on my throat whenever I tried, so I gave up
and went on fighting impassively, resisting this man. When I met James, the man left me
alone for a while, and I was grateful. After a while, I forgot about this man as I fell in love
with James. But, after Hogwarts, when we were about to be married, the man returned,
and not alone. He tried-he tried to get me to join him in some evil purpose, to try and rid
the world of Muggles. I never wanted to, knowing I was Muggle myself. I don't know
why he would choose me for the longest time."
"Why did he choose you, Aunt Lily?" Dudley asked, timidly as he watched his aunt
wipe her eyes. Harry wasn't even watching his parents; his eyes were fixed on the table, as
if bored. Dudley, personally, found this new story fascinating.
"Because-because of my eye color." The explanation stunned Dudley. If eyes were
the key, there were hundreds of wizards with the same colored eyes. But, Dudley noted in
the back of his mind, none were nearly as brightly green as Aunt Lily's or Harry's.
"That's stupid," Harry muttered, obviously thinking it was a fairy tale, though no
one but Dudley heard the words. For this, he was glad. The last thing they needed now
was another fight when emotions were already straining.
Trying to get the rest of the story, Dudley asked, "Why are your eyes important? I
mean, they're really pretty, so green and everything..."
"Eyes are very important in the wizarding society, or with any type of people.
They are the window to a person's soul, they portray so much....emotion and feeling. And
with wizards, the color is very important. Colors tell your character sometimes, though
they have been wrong before, like green being power and the person was a weakling, or
brown standing for steadiness and the person was a flake, or such other nonsense. People
are who they want to become, I say," Uncle James said, "Many prophecies are based on
eyes' color, a way to tell when the prediction is to be fufilled. I don't think many of those
prophecies, they're mostly just fairy tales cooked up by crazy seers whose heads are lost in
too many symbols and the future. I think we should choose our own ways of living, none
of this giving into supposed destiny. We make our own destinies." Uncle James shook his
head, having been over the argument with everyone and anyone so many times. It made
sense to Dudley, who respected his uncle's thinking very much. The man was so wise, but
also easy to talk to that Dudley enjoyed listening to Uncle James' opinions, no matter how
repeated.
"How can eyes tell some one's character if so many are alike?" Dudley wondered
aloud. Uncle James smiled at the question.
"Eyes are very shaky business, just as Divination is. Though, some have been
proven true, like how your Aunt Lily's eyes are so brightly green, and she has proven the
fact that that color, that exact color, is a mark of strong witches or wizards, ones with
extreme power. She showed her power at a young age, just as Harry shows the same
promise. But, I still think that those practices are rarely true."
"But some of those prophocies are true, James. The red-eyed one? The one who
was to cause such destruction and pain that there was little hope anyone would defeat
him?" Aunt Lily gave Uncle James a very convincing look, one eyebrow raised, mouth
scrunched to one side, eyes hooking into his that showed they weren't going to give in.
Dudley and Harry had often received the look when she knew they'd misbehaved, and all
they needed was a little persuasion to bring the truth out. This look got Dudley every time
and he confessed to crimes he didn't even know he commited sometimes.
Uncle James shook his head. "What about that part that only a green-eyed one
would defeat him? You didn't do it, dear, like we believed you would. Dumbledore, with
periwinkle blues, finally took him down." Aunt Lily was silent, a sign that Uncle James had
won the argument. Dudley still had questions, each one so confusing that he felt his head
needed to be tapped so it wasn't so full and twisted.
"Um, Uncle James and Aunt Lily...." Both adults turned to him, and Harry lifted
his eyes enough to give Dudley a slightly annoyed look, like he was dragging on a lecture
or something. With that look, Dudley wished he'd kept his mouth shut. He looked back
up, so confused. Well, he had their attention now..."Is Dumbledore the one with blue
eyes? Why would Voldemort want me if I have blue eyes? What does this have to do with
the letter and the owl?"
Two smiles lit the solemn faces of the Potter adults. Uncle James took his wife's hand and
squeezed it. She turned those stunning eyes on Dudley and held up the letter from Sirius.
She didn't answer his questions at all. She opened doors of oppurtunity. "You're going to
live with Sirius. You're to be a wizard, Dudley."
By: SleepyAngel
3: A Confusing Explanation
The house was rather strange, filled with things such as self-do-whatever items,
many spell books, three large owls, and many objects that talked back. None of these
seemed unusual to the Potter's or to Dudley, who'd all lived with these things their whole
lives. Wizardry was so natural to them that they didn't even mention the talking portraits
on the walls or notice the ever shifting hallways.
"I expect James should be here soon-" Aunt Lily said as some one came out of the
fire place, covered in ash. Dudley smiled at Uncle James, his glasses crooked and his hair
as crazy and wild as Harry's. Dudley truly admired his uncle, glad that he didn't try to go
through any Muggle troubles of getting surgery done on his eyes or trying to magic his
hair differently. He liked his nonjudgemental relatives, even if this meant that they treated
him as an equal when he was little more than a Squib.
Harry shrunk back slightly in his seat, as if expecting a lecture, a loud one, from his
father. Dudley knew that Uncle James could get very loud and would if need be. But
neither parent looked like they had anything left to yell at Harry about, and Harry and
Dudley both relaxed. Dudley really hated it when his uncle and aunt got on Harry's case,
because he knew that he would feel cheated too if his cousin had to live with them, a
cousin who was different.
"Well, boys, we need to talk to you. About things we maybe should have told you
earlier, but...." Aunt Lily started, and didn't seem to know how to finish. Luckily, Uncle
James was there and he came up from behind and hugged her as he continued.
"Ten years ago, there was a horrible, horrible thing that happened. The greatest
wizard who'd ever lived was killed, to give his life to give all the rest of us a chance."
Dudley and Harry nodded, having heard this story many times before, about Voldemort
and Dumbledore. Why was this something new? "Dudley, we've told you before that your
parents were killed by Voldemort's followers, wanting revenge." He nodded, blinking back
tears. He didn't want to look babish in front of Harry so he pretended it was okay. "They
didn't pick your family at random. And they messed up on the most important part. They
didn't get you."
"Thank God!" Aunt Lily interjected, wiping her eyes. Harry stared at the table top,
while Dudley watched his uncle and aunt, both with so much pain stored up that they had
to get it out.
"We thought that it was only Lily and Harry that Voldemort had wanted, but, after
all these years, we've found different. He wanted you too, Dudley."
Dudley stared, sure that he must look dumb just sitting there with wide eyes. What
would anyone want him, a defenceless, stupid, young Squib?
"Let me try to explain, James. You don't even know it all," Aunt Lily interrupted,
surprising Uncle James with what she said. Her bright green eyes, just like Harry's, were
dewy, but they still had that strong sense of power, like she knew she would make it
through whatever was so terrible. He nodded, giving her shoulders an extra squeeze. With
a deep breath, Aunt Lily said, "When I was a young girl, there was this man who-who was
quite enchanted with me, I guess you could say," Aunt Lily's eyes shifted to the ground, as
if ashamed. Dudley and Harry didn't notice, but Uncle James' eyes were on fire and his
grip on his wife tightened. "This man always caught me when I was alone, and I pushed
him away, knowing that he wasn't being right and that I should tell some one, but I never
could. It was like some one had put a clamp on my throat whenever I tried, so I gave up
and went on fighting impassively, resisting this man. When I met James, the man left me
alone for a while, and I was grateful. After a while, I forgot about this man as I fell in love
with James. But, after Hogwarts, when we were about to be married, the man returned,
and not alone. He tried-he tried to get me to join him in some evil purpose, to try and rid
the world of Muggles. I never wanted to, knowing I was Muggle myself. I don't know
why he would choose me for the longest time."
"Why did he choose you, Aunt Lily?" Dudley asked, timidly as he watched his aunt
wipe her eyes. Harry wasn't even watching his parents; his eyes were fixed on the table, as
if bored. Dudley, personally, found this new story fascinating.
"Because-because of my eye color." The explanation stunned Dudley. If eyes were
the key, there were hundreds of wizards with the same colored eyes. But, Dudley noted in
the back of his mind, none were nearly as brightly green as Aunt Lily's or Harry's.
"That's stupid," Harry muttered, obviously thinking it was a fairy tale, though no
one but Dudley heard the words. For this, he was glad. The last thing they needed now
was another fight when emotions were already straining.
Trying to get the rest of the story, Dudley asked, "Why are your eyes important? I
mean, they're really pretty, so green and everything..."
"Eyes are very important in the wizarding society, or with any type of people.
They are the window to a person's soul, they portray so much....emotion and feeling. And
with wizards, the color is very important. Colors tell your character sometimes, though
they have been wrong before, like green being power and the person was a weakling, or
brown standing for steadiness and the person was a flake, or such other nonsense. People
are who they want to become, I say," Uncle James said, "Many prophecies are based on
eyes' color, a way to tell when the prediction is to be fufilled. I don't think many of those
prophecies, they're mostly just fairy tales cooked up by crazy seers whose heads are lost in
too many symbols and the future. I think we should choose our own ways of living, none
of this giving into supposed destiny. We make our own destinies." Uncle James shook his
head, having been over the argument with everyone and anyone so many times. It made
sense to Dudley, who respected his uncle's thinking very much. The man was so wise, but
also easy to talk to that Dudley enjoyed listening to Uncle James' opinions, no matter how
repeated.
"How can eyes tell some one's character if so many are alike?" Dudley wondered
aloud. Uncle James smiled at the question.
"Eyes are very shaky business, just as Divination is. Though, some have been
proven true, like how your Aunt Lily's eyes are so brightly green, and she has proven the
fact that that color, that exact color, is a mark of strong witches or wizards, ones with
extreme power. She showed her power at a young age, just as Harry shows the same
promise. But, I still think that those practices are rarely true."
"But some of those prophocies are true, James. The red-eyed one? The one who
was to cause such destruction and pain that there was little hope anyone would defeat
him?" Aunt Lily gave Uncle James a very convincing look, one eyebrow raised, mouth
scrunched to one side, eyes hooking into his that showed they weren't going to give in.
Dudley and Harry had often received the look when she knew they'd misbehaved, and all
they needed was a little persuasion to bring the truth out. This look got Dudley every time
and he confessed to crimes he didn't even know he commited sometimes.
Uncle James shook his head. "What about that part that only a green-eyed one
would defeat him? You didn't do it, dear, like we believed you would. Dumbledore, with
periwinkle blues, finally took him down." Aunt Lily was silent, a sign that Uncle James had
won the argument. Dudley still had questions, each one so confusing that he felt his head
needed to be tapped so it wasn't so full and twisted.
"Um, Uncle James and Aunt Lily...." Both adults turned to him, and Harry lifted
his eyes enough to give Dudley a slightly annoyed look, like he was dragging on a lecture
or something. With that look, Dudley wished he'd kept his mouth shut. He looked back
up, so confused. Well, he had their attention now..."Is Dumbledore the one with blue
eyes? Why would Voldemort want me if I have blue eyes? What does this have to do with
the letter and the owl?"
Two smiles lit the solemn faces of the Potter adults. Uncle James took his wife's hand and
squeezed it. She turned those stunning eyes on Dudley and held up the letter from Sirius.
She didn't answer his questions at all. She opened doors of oppurtunity. "You're going to
live with Sirius. You're to be a wizard, Dudley."