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A Dudley Story

Chapter 11

Musings on Life

Dudley was having the worst month of his life.... okay maybe not that drastic, but still at this point it felt like that too him. His parents had disowned him, his cousin was planning on moving, Susan had to leave for a conference for two days, and to top it off, Dudley had just been fired. They said it was because he'd been late to a meeting, but something told him that his father had just used it as an excuse to get rid of him. So at this particular moment, Dudley was house shopping with Harry and Ron.

"I was thinking about Godrick's Hallow, but there are no available properties. Now Ginny is out of town for a couple of days with work, so I wan't to surprise her," Harry was talking too himself pretty much, "But it has to be perfect for her."

"Isn't their a wizarding real estate agent?" asked Dudley as he stabbed at the turkey he'd ordered for lunch.

"No," laughed Harry, Ron just looked lost.

"I'm gonna ask Hermione to marry me." said Ron with a nod, "She's been hinting at it, but I can't figure out when and how to do it."

"I didn't give you permission to marry my sister," Harry's expression was one of force anger, in reality Dudley could tell he wanted to laugh.

"What?" asked Ron, snapping out of his thoughts.

"I asked permission to marry yours, what about mine?" asked Harry, Dudley found this slightly amusing.

"Well... I... ohm... okay. Harry can I marry Hermione?" asked Ron, with a smirk.

"No....." Harry was fighting back laughter, "You must first prove yourself."

"How?" asked Ron, he looked like he wanted to argue.

"I haven't decided yet." said Harry with an evil smirk.

"I am NOT doing the hippogriff down the middle of a muggle street." Ron continued eating his sandwich.

"That hadn't crossed my mind till now," Harry went silent as Ron glared at him and shook his head.

The house talk came back into play after a few minutes of idle chatter. Dudley was too worried to pay attention. What on earth was he going to do about work, he did have enough money in his account to pay one more month of rent, provided he didn't care to eat or have heat or water. Dudley looked up from his plate to realize that Harry and Ron we're both looking at him and it was apparent Harry had been talking to him.

"Huh?" asked Dudley.

"What's up?" asked Harry, brow raised in concern.

"I got disowned and then fired." said Dudley, stabbing his fork into his food, that looked mutilated.

"Why?" asked Ron.

"You told 'em didn't you?" asked Harry.

"Yeah, afterwards we really wished you and Gin would have interrupted."

"I told you, but you said you didn't want us too." said Harry, then his eyes went wide, "I got it! Work for OUR ministry. In communications. There's an opening and I could get you an application in ten minutes."

"That's a good idea. Susan told me about that once. Why not." Dudley nodded and Harry walked to the bathroom, "Where is he going?"

"Apperating from the loo." said Ron, taking a drink of coffee.

"Odd." said Dudley as he shook his head.

A week went by and Dudley had just finished filling out yet another application. Susan was reading a muggle book she had gotten at her conference over seas. She's picked up a few, one of which Hermione had borrowed the other day. Dudley looked at the calendar and sighed, he felt useless with the whole job situation. The other days his mother had called, but she only spoke briefly and then hung up.

"Mayella...." said Susan with a smile as she closed the book.

"What?" asked Dudley, snapping out of the trance.

"Mayella. If it's a girl, lets call her Mayella," Susan had an intent smile.

"It's a pretty name, unusual. Why?" asked Dudley.

"Well, I don't like the character much, but she's a pretty blonde girl in the book I'm reading." she smiled, "I was just thinking, as she was described ... I had an instant thought of what our children might look like."

"Okay. I like it." said Dudley, as he said this a tap came from the window.

A large owl was raping at the window, hurriedly. As if it had better things to do then deliver a letter here. Susan got up to open the window before the owl got impatient. Dudley watched her, now thinking about what their children might look like. He had an instant image of a tiny little girl with fair blonde curls, dimples, and pretty bright hazel eyes. He chuckled slightly when he picture her with a little witch hat and dress.

"Dudley. It's for you, it's from the ministry!" Susan happily handed him the official looking envelope and waited as he opened it.

TBC