"Follow along Dudley," Percy called, heading into his room. "This is my room, where you will be staying. The bed over in the far corner is yours, as is the dresser on that side. The bookshelf is mine; you may use half of the lower shelf once you get your schoolbooks. The rug is cleaned every Tuesday; we will alternate turns cleaning it. I keep the room neat; I expect you to keep your half at least fairly clean. Also, I study quite a bit; I do not tolerate noise. If you are going to be noisy, go play with the others outside. I made prefect this year, and studying ahead is important so I have time to complete my duties. Any questions?"

Dudley stared openmouthed at the room he was expected to live in. It was half the size of the room he used to store his extra toys. "You mean we are BOTH living in this room? It is half as big as my second bedroom at home is. And what do you mean I may use HALF the lower shelf. If I am stuck in this room I expect at least half of everything. Also, I do NOT clean. I have never cleaned, and I do not intend to start!" Dudley's face was turning red. He did not like this room. Everything from the worn out red carpet to the graying window curtain was old and shabby. Even worse, he was expected to share the small room with someone who was, if it is even possible, more annoying than Harry. Harry he could beat up, this boy, as geeky and self-righteous as he was, was much older than him and might win if Dudley got into a fight.

"Like it or not, my mother expects us to share this room. You may use half the lower shelf because I am using the rest of the bookcase for my schoolbooks. I am a fifth year. You had better learn to like cleaning because I refuse to live in a pigsty, and I will not clean up after you. I will not be your maid. Besides, we do have chores to do. Mother insists that doing housework helps build 'work ethic'." Percy rolled his eyes at the idea of him needing more work ethic. "I think it just takes time away that could be spent studying."

"I don't care what YOUR mother wants you to do. She is not MY mother, and I will not be her little slave who has to clean things, and she can't make me!" Dudley was worked into a fury by this point. How DARE someone tell him to do work!

"Fine, have it your way. Mother can talk to you about chores whenever she wants to deal with it. For now, I guess we should get you moved in. Where is your luggage?"

"Luggage? I don't have any. The crazy old lady grabbed me and we poofed away before I could even get my games! If I could just go home, I could get some clothes, and a blanket; of course, if I go home, my mother and father will welcome me back. Father was surely just upset about something this morning. I don't know why I can't go home!" Dudley's eyes started prickling at the thought of not having his games. He knew that for his birthday he was going to get a handheld game system and, if his mother had followed his list of requests properly, a pile of new games for it.

"There is bedding in the closet in the hallway. You may use the light peach set; mother got that for me six years ago, and it is still in usable condition. As far as clothing goes, mine would certainly not fit, so I do hope mother has something planned for that."

Dudley went out into the hall and collected the hideous peach bedding set. "I will deal with that later," he mumbled, throwing the pile of bedding on his bed.

"I am going to spend the rest of the afternoon studying potions, so please keep quiet if you will." Percy settled into his bed with his thick potion book in his lap. "If you need something to do, you can go see what Fred and George are up to. They spend so little time studying, I am sure they have time to entertain you. Now go," Percy said, shooing Dudley out the door.

I made this two chapters to clearly divide between the two different rooms. What do you think? I tried incorporating the suggestions you all made.

Thank you so much for the reviews, and thank you especially much for the constructive criticism