Dudley Dursley was meant to be a spoiler brat and bully of a child whom would pick on Harry Potter with every chance he got. He would have to if another soul hadn't hitched a ride in his body and decided to play as his character changing the plot while he was at it. (Wizard Dudley) (Nice Dudley)
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowing nor am I the owner of Harry Potter
Dying was different, he thought with more of a puzzle look than anything else. It really was different wasn't everyday one died that's for sure meeting Death was a pain though. He smelt more like dead bodies and seemed to have a difficult time breathing it might be because he didn't have any lungs.
'How?' Death asked.
'Hullo,' he said.
Maybe Death had made a mistake when speaking to him.
'I'm.'
He stopped himself who was he again? He had a name he remembered that, but he just didn't remember who he was he was pretty sure he had a wife and a daughter to, but he didn't remember their names either.
'Do you know where you are?'
'Somewhere in time and space,' he said. 'But I don't have a map so no, I don't know where I am.'
'Do you know who you are?' Death asked.
'Don't know that either. Do you know who I am?'
'You a soul lingering on your world and that seemed to have come into my demission. Do you know how you had come to be?' Death asked.
'I walked.'
It really was his best answer the last thing he remember was dying and his soul looking over his body before he decided to move and found out that he could float through walls which was very fun. Then the next thing he knew he was falling and screaming and now he was in front of a man wearing a very fine suit, but smelt like dead bodies and had skin of bones and didn't look very happy about a stranger in his room.
'Actually, I fell.'
'You fell?'
'Yep,' he said popping out the p. 'I fell and then I started screaming and now I'm next to a man that smells.'
'I do not smell,' Death protested.
'You kind of do.' He pointed out gently.
'You know. I was going to help you back to your demission, but I have had a change of heart so to speak.'
'Oh?'
'Yes, there's a child ready to be born the young body needs a soul and you be just fine I'm sure the other one can wait.'
'Oh,' he said.
After all what else was there to say in a situation like this it isn't everyday one meets Death and speaks about bodies being ready like some sort of cars or how souls can wait a little bit longer. This was all very new and all very strange, but he didn't want to make Death any madder at him than he had done so. Death hides it well, but he can tell he's still hurt by the you smell comment that he had made.
There was now a hole underneath him. He had noticed and the sound of fingers being clicked he found himself falling again. With only Death looming down from him as he watched him fall in a tunnel only to find the air around him was a little different. It was cold to the touch and he couldn't really see that well around him, but he did hear a male and female voice.
'Dudley,' the woman said.
'Then we name him Dudley, Pet.'
'Dudley Dursley.'
That strange he was sure he had heard that name from somewhere before until he remembered some kid with messy, jet hair and green eyes living in the cupboard under the stairs. He decided to do what any newly born infant would do and cry.
Dudley was a smart boy and Petunia was a proud mother. Her little Dudley seemed to be able to understand what was going on him a lot quicker than other children she just wished he didn't spend time with her freak of a nephew. At first Petunia didn't want anything to do with Harry Potter. Her sister freak son that was left on her doorsteps, but Dudley had seemed to know the moment her child started to cry.
She remembered that day all too well.
Children were meant to be speaking by his age and both her and Vernon had been waiting so long to hear his voice and he wouldn't speak. Not a mama, not a dada and when asked by the doctors they would always tell the Dursley's the same thing. He was perfectly healthy a little overweight, but otherwise healthy and that he would speak when the time is right for him.
Harry.
That was his first words and she cried that night because her son was already getting involve with those lot the group of people Petunia had left behind when she moved out of her parent's house when she stop talking to her little sister. She left it all behind, until that freak had to come here and ruined everything that was perfectly normal. It was always Harry. Dudley would speak about. Harry this and Harry that, always Harry.
He was so smart to.
Her little Dudley he always knew whenever something was wrong and he always wanted Harry near him. Dudley would cry all night long until Petunia brought Harry out of the cupboard where she would have happily forgot about him and place him in Dudley room. She didn't want her son to be messing around with those lot. Never did.
However, Dudley would grow and would open that cupboard himself and tell Petunia no, with a very stubborn frown and holding his cousin close to his chest in a death grip. Glaring at both her and Vernon she was sure that freak was controlling him somehow, she didn't know how, but she was sure that was the case.
All Petunia could do though was watch her little boy growing alongside her sister son and only feel helpless as she watched and felt like she was losing him. Just how she lost Lily to those freaks she was losing her son. Her only child, her pressure little boy whom didn't seem to noticed either herself or Vernon and his eyes were only locked on Harry.
Being the teacher of sorts as he always taught Harry what he should and shouldn't do or chase away bullies that wanted to pick on him. She was losing her son every day and it's only when he's ten does she see the bigger picture. Watching from out the window of the kitchen at the two boys playing she noticed lilies popping up around them like magic. She frowned because she knew it was that freak and as she was about to head outside to yell at him for such a thing, she stopped at the words her son had spoken.
'Hey Harry,' her Dudley said. 'I think we both have magic.'
She cried herself to sleep that night not daring to tell Vernon that their little boy was one of them.