Choose Your Own Drarry

Warning! You will NOT be able to read straight through this, chapter by chapter. If you attempt to do so, you will be VERY confused.

^^ Instructions – will repeat (and be expanded) at the end of this chapter!

YOU decided that Harry should visit his aunt and uncle with Dudley.

Chapter Six

Harry stared at Dudley for a time. A gay dance club with his not-gay cousin or visit the aunt and uncle who'd always despised him. Hmm. Or neither, he supposed, but suddenly he really didn't feel like being alone.

Shrugging, Harry nodded. "All right then, let's go see those parents of yours."

The larger man snorted a laugh. "Really?"

"Sure," Harry said, rolling his eyes. "Why the bloody hell not, yeah?"

"I figured I had more of a chance getting you to go out with my friends than go see mum and dad," Dudley admitted.

"Well, granted, I'm not exactly looking forward to seeing Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon after all these years, but...your friends weren't exactly wonderful to me either, you know."

"Point," said the blond man, frowning. "Hey, what do you say I reintroduce them all to you."

Harry shrugged. "All right," he said confidently. As a child he'd hated having to run and hide from Dudley and his gang of bullying friends, but he'd grown up. In fact, he'd grown up into a fairly good-sized man; tall and strong.

Fuck that! he thought. I defeated the bloody Dark Lord!

Dudley grinned and clapped a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Brilliant!" he said as he steered Harry toward the booth in the back.

"Hey guys," the blond man said as they approached. "Look who I found sitting at the bar."

Everyone looked up—and they all looked uncomfortable when they saw who Dudley had brought to see them.

"You all remember my cousin, Harry, right?"

Silently, Dudley's friends all nodded—and so Harry decided to put them out of their misery.

"Hey guys," he greeted them, sounding very much like Dudley had. "Good to see you all again."

Dudley's friends smiled nervously. "Yeah."

"So, hey. I'm going to cut out of here early and take Harry home to see the parents," Dudley told his friends. "You know, since my little flower is out of town visiting one of her brothers and all...and I have time."

His friends groaned. "Sure. Abandon us," complained Piers Polkiss.

Dudley chuckled.

"All right then," Dudley's friend Gordon cut in. "If Big D is outta here, then so are we." He stood up and grabbed Evan Marks' hand. "Come on, baby...time to go dancing."

Dudley's friends laughed.

"Nice to see you again, Harry," Gordon said. "And...ahh...sorry we were such gits."

Harry shrugged.

Gordon then looked at his friends. "Night guys," he said, then he and his boyfriend left.

"Aren't they adorable?" Piers joked—then pulled a face. "It's disgusting! I mean, in an I'm so glad my friend is happy sort of way, of course," he said, grinning.

They all laughed—including Harry.

"Anyway," Dudley started, "sorry to cut our night out short guys, but I really wanted to bring Harry home to see mum and—"

"Say no more, Big D," the one called Malcolm said. "And...say hello to your mum for me, yeah?" he said, arching his eyebrows.

Dudley rolled his eyes, then looked at Harry and explained. "Malcolm's got a crush on mum. Always has, apparently."

Harry frowned.

"I know, right?!" said Dudley, reading Harry's look of disgust perfectly. "Not that I don't love my mum, but...ew."

Everyone laughed.

~oOo~

In Dudley's car—a Mini, which made Harry chuckle to himself—they sat without speaking for a time, listening to his cousin's music. Harry didn't recognize it, as he'd pretty much immersed himself in wizarding everything since the time he'd found out he was one. But it sounded okay...the music.

"Who's this?" he asked, not that he'd know the band.

"Oasis. They're my favorite," the blond said with a grin. "They just announced that they're recording their sixth album."

"Hmm. That's good, right?"

Dudley chuckled. "It is to me," he said—then frowned and posed a question. "I s'ppose you have your own music?"

Harry shrugged. "Yeah. This is good though. Maybe I'll pick up a CD and take a listen." Then he laughed. "I'll have to get a player first though."

Dudley shook his head and laughed. "Your kind is...odd. I mean no disrespect, mind, just...you're different. No offense intended."

Shrugging again, Harry laughed. "None taken."

"And I didn't just mean...your people are different, H-Harry," Dudley continued. "I mean you too."

"Sort of figured."

"I'm so sorry, Harry, I was just...horrible to you growing—"

"Let's not go there, Dudley," Harry interrupted, shaking his head. "It's over. Done. Yeah?"

Dudley glanced over at his black-haired cousin. "As easy as that?"

Harry shrugged. "I don't hold grudges. When I say I'm over it, I am."

Dudley eyed him, then changed the subject. "Hey, grab my mobile there," he said, pointing, "and get mum on the line. I should at least give her a head's up that I'm coming."

Picking up his cousin's phone, which was in the console, Harry frowned at it. "Have to honest, I don't have one of these and I haven't a clue how to use it," he admitted, handing the device to the larger man.

Dudley rolled his eyes and grabbed the phone and placed the call. "Hey mum!" he said.

"Yeah, hi," he said after a pause—while Petunia spoke to him. "Listen, I'm going to stop by. Is that okay?

"No, no, she's not coming," he went on. "She went up to Manchester, to visit one of her brothers, remember?"

"No mum...the other one," he said. "The gay one...Rickon. He wanted her help planning his wedding to that Higgs guy. I think his name's Terence. Anyway, mum... Mum! That's besides the point right now. I'm going to stop by and I'm bring someone with me—"

"Gotta go, mum...I'm driving," Dudley interrupted his mother. "Be there shortly, yeah?"

"Okay. Bye," he said and ended the call, rolling his blue eyes. "God, she's annoying."

Harry laughed. "Are you sure this is a good idea."

"Pfft! Mum can deal with it."

Harry just shook his head.

~oOo~

So, when Dudley and Harry finally reached number four, Privet Drive, the dark-haired man suddenly didn't want to get out of the car. This made his cousin laugh.

"You fought a war and won, Harry," the blond said. "This is just mum. I mean, she was horrible to you, but...like I said, she totally regrets it."

Harry frowned, then reached for the handle and got out of the car. "I'm not afraid of her. I just...this is going to be awkward."

Dudley nodded. "True that," he said. "Come on though."

Quickly—quicker than Harry was comfortable with—they walked up to the front door and Dudley just walked on in, shouting, "Mum, we're here!"

"Dudders!" Petunia Dursley squealed, coming into the front hall to greet her son.

Closing the door, Harry waited. His aunt couldn't actually see him around her hulk of a son—again, Dudley was no longer overweight at all, but he was still massive—and Harry wondered if he should have waited outside.

"How are you, Popkin?" the blonde woman asked her son. "You're too thin. Are you hungry?"

"Mum, I'm always hungry, but one of your meals means several hours at the gym...per the wifey," he said. "But I will accept a drink...as will Harry."

And then he stepped aside so that his mother could see her nephew.

"OH!" she gasped, her eyes wide and full of fear as she backed into the wall.

"Oh, mother! Stop it!" Dudley scolded. "It's just Harry. Just Harry."

"Good evening, Aunt Petunia," Harry finally said in greeting, smiling slightly. He didn't take a step forward; his aunt was clearly terrified of him.

Petunia sighed. "Hello, Harry," she said, trying not to fidget. "How are you?"

Harry's smile faltered somewhat. "I'm okay, I guess. Not being chased by a madman anymore, so...that's something."

His aunt nodded. "Thank heaven for small favors," she said. "What brings you to Little Whinging."

"Dudley, actually," Harry said with a shrug. "We ran into one another and he asked me to come home for a visit."

Petunia pursed her lips. "How nice."

Harry chuckled. "I could leave."

"Oh no, please do come in," the blonde woman said—then looked at her son. "I think we could all use a drink, Diddykins."

Dudley laughed. "Brilliant!" he burst, quickly moving into the lounge and pouring the aforementioned beverages. "Brandy, mum?" Dudley offered first.

"Hmm," she responded, taking the snifter and consuming a healthy sip. "Thank you, Diddums."

Dudley then poured both Harry and himself two fingers of whisky. "Sorry, no beer in the house."

Harry shrugged. "Whisky is fine," he said, sitting when Dudley did.

And that's when Vernon Dursley entered the house, quickly coming upon them and recognizing Harry immediately. "What the DEVIL is he doing here?!" he bellowed.

Downing her brandy, Petunia stood up and leveled a look at her husband. "Oh, do shut it, Vernon!" she commanded. "Our nephew is visiting and, for once, we're going to be decent to him!"

Vernon's eyes bugged out and his mouth opened and closed several times—and then he went straight to the liquor.

"So, Potter, a visit?" the fat man ground out.

Harry swallowed hard. "Yes, Uncle Vernon," Harry said. "Ran into Dudley and...he invited me."

Vernon glared at his son. "Did he now?" he said as he thunked down on the sofa—making Harry wonder if it would hold the older man's massive weight. "Well, what a joyous night."

Sighing, Dudley got to his feet and downed his drink. "Well, mum...dad, we just stopped by to say hi," he informed them. "But we're supposed to meet Gordon and Evan at a club, so..." He eyed Harry, giving him a get the bloody hell up look.

Harry instantly rose. "Right then. Good to see you both," he lied.

Vernon Dursley didn't move, but Petunia got up and followed her son and nephew to the door.

"I'm sorry about that, Harry," she apologized. "I actually am glad you came. And, for what it's worth, I'm truly sorry about...everything. I was a horrid aunt."

"Thanks for that, Aunt Petunia," said Harry. "And I accept your apology."

The blonde woman smiled. "Oh. Thank you," she said—then, without thinking, threw her skinny arms around her nephew. But just for a moment, then she straightened up and backed off, then looked at her son. "Please be safe, boys," she said to the both of them.

Dudley nodded. "We will. Promise," he said. "Oh, I'm supposed to tell you that Malcolm sends his well-wishes."

Her face flushing, Petunia rolled her eyes. "That retched friend of yours...he's incorrigible!"

Dudley cackled a laugh—and Harry stifled a snicker.

"Night mum."

"Night Dudders. Night Harry."

Harry smiled. "Good night, Aunt Petunia," he said as he followed his cousin back to the car.

"So, where to?" Dudley asked when they'd settled into his vehicle.

Frowning, Harry said, "Are you sure you should drive?"

Dudley laughed. "I rarely even get the slightest buzz," he said, clearly disappointed.

"Sounds like you need a good Firewhisky?" Harry said.

"That a wizarding drink?"

Harry nodded.

"Humph! Sounds...interesting," the blond said. "Well, what's next? Shall we meet up with my friends or...call it a night?"

Time to choose!

Should Harry and Dudley meet up with Dudley's friends? (go to chapter 10)

OR

Should Harry thank Dudley for an interesting evening, but tell him he's ready to go home for the night? (go to chapter 11)

Notes/WARNINGS!

(repeated from chapter one)

1. Do NOT attempt to read this chapter by chapter...that will NOT work!

2. This is my version of a Choose Your Own Adventure book—and, as the title suggests, you are partially in control of the story.

3. At the end of each chapter, you will have to CHOOSE which way to go and go to that chapter only.

4. New chapters will be put up periodically...I currently have six chapters written, one of which has a The End. Note/update: chapter seven written (obviously, or I'd not be posting these four new chapters), so now I'll have to actually START writing more. *sigh*

5. I will TRY to always complete all end-of-chapter choices before updating. This will be tricky, because, with each chapter, comes more choices...which makes for a lot more writing for me with each update...unless I end a branch, which I've already done once (see number 4).

6. You can think of this like a tree, with MANY branches...with chapter one, there are only two choices...but once chapters two and three are posted, there'll be two more choices for each—which means four more chapters. As I've already said (in number 4), one of them comes to an end.

7. It will be a MANY days before I upload chapters ten and eleven. Please be patient.

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