Soul Exchanged

Chapter Summary: Dudley had just made a very bad change, a very bad change indeed. In which his birthday goes horrible wrong and his parents have a fight.

Dudley started to remembered, but the memory does not last long he remembered through dreams the most about his last life his loving wife his daughter and the child he had forgotten. His second child his son, his wife had wanted to name him Harrison, but Dudley used to call him Harry for short. It's the only name he remembered from his last life and he wonders if that is because of Harry in this life.

He has not seen Death since he was forced to live in this body that is Dudley Dursley and he is not pleased with his weight. He gains it quickly compared to his body in his last life and he goes on long runs just to keep himself in shape, much to his mother worry every time he leaves the house because he always makes sure Harry comes with. Harry was never pleased, but he got used it and soon the two find themselves in a rival race every time they run the block. He supposed it was pay back for dragging Harry to run with him.

Dudley is also surprised when he finds himself growing flowers just by thought and will he can feel his magic inside of him and he wonders how. Dudley didn't have magic unless it was scared out of him, by his parents in the books.

Was that possible?

Dudley didn't know. He wasn't a fan of the books he only knows them because his daughter was and used to read it to her every night before bed her favorite characters were the Weasley twins.

His son never really loved Harry Potter, but also favorited his own characters if memory served him right it was Luna. Dam, he couldn't remember her surname that was the problem Dudley noticed. His memory was all over the place he would remember things from his past life, but brought them to his current and got characters mix up with his last life calling Harry, Harrison. Characters from the novel are a little bur. He has faces but not names to those he hasn't met yet.

He barely remembers anything to do with classes which is a shame because that just means he has to study once he can get those books. He does not remember how the story ends and he isn't too sure if he wants to. He was pretty sure that Voldemort does end up coming back.

How and when?

He does not know and apart of him wonders if that is a blessing or a curse.

Would remembering things about the timeline. Only let him worry about the changes that he makes?

He rather not knows the answer to that. Looking after Harry is already sending him grey and it isn't even his eleven, birthday. He has to fight with his parents almost every day just to be around his cousin and he already has nightmares about going to that school Vernon went to in the past because Harry has to go to another school. He does not think Petunia had told her husband that their son has magic since he knows for a fact the woman was watching him growing lilies. This and she was at the doorway when it happened.

Then his birthday does roll around and there's tons of gifts waiting for him, but Dudley does not want any of them and all he can do is cry.

'No. No. No. No!' he screamed over and over again. 'It's my birthday I want Harry to come to the zoo with me. Here Harry have a present.'

Harry just looks at him strangely when he hands over one of the presents. It's green with golden ribbons and he isn't too sure what's in it, but his cousin never gets anything on Harry own birthday or even on holidays. His mother takes the gift out of his hand and places it on the table.

'Now, Dinky Duddydums don't share with the boy.'

'Dudley,' he corrected his mother. 'My name is Dudley and I want to share with Harry. Could be cool things for him not lame second hand clothes. He's too skinny mum for my clothes can't you buy him his own clothes?'

'Now, Dudley the boy needs to be grateful that he gets a roof over his head,' Vernon said flipping the pages of his paper. 'Now, where's my coffee boy.'

'Vernon,' his mother said. 'It's Dudley birthday. You know what Dudley is like when it comes to the boy on his birthday.'

'And, this is why you shouldn't come when they call you. Because your name Harry, not boy and not freak.'

Harry gives him a look with the. He knows and he isn't stupid, but Dudley just grin.

'I want Harry a new set of clothes and I want him to sleep in the second bedroom and not that small cupboard and I also want him to come to the zoo with us.'

'He will not,' Vernon shouted. 'We don't have the money for that kind of thing.'

Dudley knows this so- called father was lying through his teeth, but he plays along with it pushing all his birthday presents towards him.

'Fine, then you can take these back and use the money for Harry.'

'Duddydums.'

'Dudley,' he corrects again.

'Dudley,' his mother goes along. 'We can get the boy those kinds of things. But wouldn't you want to take a friend with you to the zoo?'

'No.' he said stubbornly and starts to fake cry. 'No. No. No!'

'I can always stay here,' Harry offers.

Sweet Harry even now he's trying to play peacemaker, but Dudley wants Harry to come along because he can never get his parents to take Harry anywhere. It was one of those things where his parents actually put their foot down and say no. Even trying to get him out of the cupboard was hard because his parents always pushed Harry back in there and sometimes lock the door and take the key away.

Which really only causes Dudley to cry when Harry tries to comfort him on the other side and tells him it was okay and he was used to it. Which only makes him cry even harder because Dudley does not like this family.

They paint themselves to be so perfectly normal for outside viewers, but Dudley knows what goes on inside behind close, doors and he hates it with a burning passion. Since, he was a parent one time before and he never treated his children in such a way.

'And have you burn the house down,' Vernon says. 'You will not.'

Dudley knows that nobody can look after Harry, Mrs. Figg normally does but he kind of ran her over with his bike. It was out of control and by the time he saw the old woman he couldn't stop. She ended up breaking her leg because of him, everybody else was either away and that fat pig called of an Aunt never likes Harry.

'I want him to come with us.' He screams again.

It's the only way to get their attention anything asked kindly goes over their head and screaming is sometimes the only thing that works. Even than they try to get off the hooks with sweets.

'Now, Dudley if we find someone to watch over Harry you get some extra sweets,' his mother said.

'I don't like sweets.'

Which was true he was stuck in a character that did, but this Dudley didn't like sweets and would always end up passing them over to Harry, but Harry can't handle them either so they just end up going untouched.

'I want him to come with us.'

'Dud,' Harry whispers.

Dudley does not hear though he's screaming from the top of his lungs and now he's just being silly he knows that, but these so-called parents never listen and always leave Harry behind. No matter how much he shouts and yells for him to come along or how he stubbornly hangs on to Mrs. Figg door while his mother tries to pull him off. All because he didn't want to leave Harry alone and yet as he screamed, he does not notice the lights turning on and off by themselves, or how dishes are floating and the gifts he got is knocked down off the table, like magic.

By the time he stops he noticed that his father has wide eyes and a drop jaw his mother is as white as a sheet and almost looked ready to faint from there and Harry seems baffle by it all.

'Harry, we go now.'

Just like that he takes Harry arm and darts off with some breakfast in his hands for the both of them and runs into his room he hears his father shout the loudest. So, much for going to the zoo.

His birthday isn't great, but that is partly his fault.

'I wish I could handle my emotions better. Like you Harry.'

'I get upset sometimes to Dud, I'm not perfect either.'

'Yeah, but you don't go on like a two-year-old.'

Dudley would say that there is a moment of silence between them if it still wasn't for his parents yelling below.

'He's one of those freaks,' Vernon shouted.

'Don't call my son a freak.'

'Petunia you know he is he did that freak stuff. We tried to get it out of the boy and now it only seemed to have latch onto my son.'

'Oh, your son. He's mine to Vernon I birthed him.'

'On the other hand, maybe, I get my emotions from mum and dad,' Dudley said.

'Supposed so. Did you really mean about that Dudley?' Harry asked.

'Mean what?'

'That you would sell all your presents just to help pay for me.'

'Harry, there lying. They have enough money for the both of us and one day. I'm going to get you sleeping in that second bedroom even if it kills me.'

Beside the second bedroom wasn't as bad as it was before. He was pretty sure that Dudley made it into a junk room in the novels, but Dudley didn't get many toys since he never asked for them this time around. The only reason he got so many gifts this year was because his father was in charge of his birthday and Vernon never listened. Compared to Petunia whom always did best to please him.

'Out.' His mother screamed. 'Get out of this house. Vernon.'

'This house is my house.'

'No. And you know it isn't so, get out of this house and sleep in a hotel because I want a divorce. How dare you say that he is a freak.'

'He's just like that freak of a sister of yours.'

'I know, but he is also my son now out.'

Dudley heard the door slam and both boys flinched they glance at one another. Will he have stuffed up.