Listlessly, blue eyes stared up at the stain glass windows. Dudley flopped back and rolled so all he saw was the wood of the pew. Looking wasn't doing him any good. He could practically see the pages from the snitched book he'd been reading earlier. Not that The Standard Book of Spells was proving useful. "The Mending Charm will repair broken objects with a flick of the wand. Accidents do happen, so it is essential to know how to mend our errors."

His cousin had managed to do magic by accident. No spell needed.

Dudley groaned and rolled around in the pew, staring down at the vase pieces spread on the worn carpet below him. Was it because Peter was the one who broke it? He immediately cast that idea out of his head, feeling worse. Both the book and life at the Potter cottage spoke against that. It shouldn't matter that it wasn't his error he was attempting to mend.

He just wasn't magical.

"Oh, Dudley, you live with your aunt and uncle," he mocked. "What do they do for a living? Where's your cousin go to school? Why don't you go to school with him? Oh, Dudley, can we visit your place? We can play some video games. Ha. You're just some muggle, what do you know about magic? You should be oblivated. Oh, your family is magical? Where's your wand then? Why aren't you in school? Freak!"

Bang!

"Ow!" Dudley shook his hand out, checking his knuckles from punching the pew like that. Tears welled up from the physical pain. Definitely not from failing to produce magic. He was stuck knowing about it, but not able to actually be part of it, much less be able to tell any other muggle.

Harry would go to his school and Dudley would go to his. Uncle James would joke to make him feel better, probably invite over his friends to help, which would just make it bigger and worse. The blond sniffed, swiping at his face. And Aunt Lily would assure him it would be fine.

She was always so nice too, trying to make sure he was okay and treating him like he mattered just as much as Harry. Aunt Lily would understand if Dudley got mad, but he hated himself whenever he lost his cool around her. His uncle used to—

The blond froze, blue eyes flying open wide. Rolling and scrambling, he twisted to land on the worn blue carpet. He barely noticed the slight protest of his left leg as he crawled over to stare. Trembling, he touched it and cried. It was real. It was beautiful. It was solid and real and beautiful as it ever could be. It was all one piece.

Magic.

How? He shot up off the floor and didn't see anyone else. Dumbfounded, a tenuous smile cracked through.

Dudley quickly kneeled back down to place the vase into the box. Who knew how long it might last? He had to show Aunt Lily! Before it could disappear. It was real! And Harry had to see! It worked! It worked! It worked!

A misty rain hit Dudley's face as he left St. Jerome's Church. He panicked. He wanted to hurry, but he didn't want to drop the vase and break it again. Walking was too slow, but there were slippery puddles along the way back. Darting and flitting across the way, Dudley made the crooked mess of a way to the cottage as quickly as he dared, double and triple checking on his prize.

Uncle James was just removing his traveling cloak from beside the fireplace as Dudley dashed in. Startled, he grinned. "Hey! What's the hurry? It's always Harry being told off for running around inside. Don't worry," he lowered his voice and leaned in conspiratively. "I won't tell Lily. What do you got there?"

Breathing hard from elation, Dudley opened the box to show it off.

"Oh." His uncle's shoulders slumped in disappointment. "I was kind of hoping you found some creature for a pet. Not that vase Malfoy's gave to the Ministry that Lily liked. Peter's a clutz, he's just going to break it again. By accident. I'm not going to—that's some really good glue. It practically looks…like new…"

Finding his air now with hazel eyes widening at him, Dudley frantically shook his head, his own blue eyes bright. "I fixed it."

"You fixed it," James repeated slowly. He lifted his head up and bellered. "LILY!"

The door from the lower level containing the lab slammed open, Aunt Lily hurrying with her wand raised. When she only saw her husband and Dudley, the wand lowered and she scowled over at James.

"What do you mean hollerin—"

"I fixed it Aunt Lily," Dudley interrupted excitedly. He held the box out. "Look! I fixed the vase for you!"

Footsteps pounded from upstairs.

She frowned, heading over to take the box. "That's nice, but…oh. I see." His aunt looked over to him and gave a strained smiled. Her green eyes flickered behind Dudley to James, then back to him. "That's great Dudley."

"Do you want it back on the large desk in the library? It's raining now, but I can go find some flowers later for it. Isn't this great? I fixed it Aunt Lily!"

His cousin bounced into the room like a rabbit, black hair everywhere as he ran up to squeeze the air back out of Dudley. Harry screamed.

"You fixed Mum's vase! Yes! Worth it! You get to come with me to Hogwarts Dud! I told you not to worry, it worked! Can we owl Albus and tell him?" Harry spun them both around, arms still latched firmly about Dudley. "Please? Sirius said Albus said that something shifted and Albus came all the way here to see us last month. And Sirius too! Can we owl him about it? And Remus and Peter?"

"How about," Lily spoke up seriously. Harry straightened and Dudley twisted his head around to see his aunt better. She smiled at him briefly before continuing. "We owl Albus to check the two of you out? Contain our excitement about it a little? We'll discuss what we'll say to anyone else about this, okay?"

Dudley's heart dropped. Aunt Lily didn't appear as if this news was great at all, for all she smiled at him. It was like Harry said, their blood was close enough. All it did was give his own blood a nudge. Helped get his own magic to show itself. What was terrible about giving him a nudge?

To only owl Albus, when the older man had such focused eyes for all of his calm?

"Is it bad," he asked hoarsely.

Aunt Lily's green eyes flew wide. "No, this is not bad Dudley. You're not in trouble. I'm just concerned over what this might mean. No one has done something like this before. It doesn't mean it's bad, it just means its new territory and we should keep an eye on any developments. Like this rather good one today. Thank you for fixing my vase."

Worry spreading into his thoughts, Dudley smiled back at Lily. "Can I go put the vase in the library now," he asked softly.

"Me too," Harry chimed in. "We'll put it up so it won't be broken again Mum! Let's go Dudley!"

Grabbing the box and Dudley's hand, Harry pulled them away towards the library. The box containing the vase was plunked onto the table and his cousin immediately dug through the desk. "Bad. I could hear you cheering from upstairs Dud. You, cheering? And that loudly? Ah-ha!" Harry waved the Polaroid camera with a mad grin. "You're a wizard Dudley."

The words spoken out loud filled his chest with warmth. Dazed at it being true, the blond stared at his cousin's beaming face, a little giggle tittering out. "I'm a wizard. Harry…I'm a wizard. I…I did magic."

"That's right you did!" Harry snapped a picture, snickering. "You should see your face! Like you can't believe it. With a cousin like me and fixing a vase without glue, of course you're a wizard. So you know what you have to do now that you know you're a wizard?"

Cautious, Dudley asked, positive he'd want to do it once it was said but not sure if he wanted to know it quite yet when it was all so fresh. "What?"

Green eyes sparkled in giddiness. "Ride a broom."

Blue eyes perked up, filled in delight. "I can? I can!"

"Let's go, follow me upstairs. Mum's probably still talking with Dad and writing a letter to Albus." Harry led them through the hallway, Dudley poking impatiently at his cousin's back when Harry slowed. Harry tapped at his mouth with a finger and Dudley rolled his eyes. If his cousin wanted, he could run through the cottage on top speeds undetected. Well, Dudley amended in his head as he peeked to check on his aunt. As long as Harry's mum was distracted.

Before too long, Dudley and his cousin found themselves in front of Uncle James's broom locker. Inside, three brooms were propped up. The polished one was his uncle's broom. James kept very good care of his broom, he was a great flyer and loved the sport. Meanwhile, the one with not a twig out of place was Lily's own broom. She rode, but not often as she wasn't as big of a fan as her enthusiastic husband. The last one was built simple, not fancy. The one that didn't travel higher than a couple of feet. This was the one Harry pulled out and handed Dudley.

Dudley eagerly swung his leg over Harry's childproofed broom. "Any tips?"

"Er…don't crash," Harry supplied unhelpfully. "Mum'll ground us if she finds out."

He snorted. "Like that stops you or your dad." His cousin grinned cheekily. "Good thing I've watched and ridden with Uncle James enough times to know what to do."

Releasing a breath of air, Dudley griped tight to the handle and pushed off the ground toward his aunt and uncle's bed. There was a sudden lurch.

But no crash.

Dudley felt weightless. The whole room was spread out before him. Like he could go anywhere, do anything.

Not wanting to jinx it, he tilted the handle to the side and slowly rotated from where he hovered about the bed. His body leaned a bit too far to the right and Dudley adjusted. The blond only stopped turning when he saw his cousin. Harry wildly waved his hands about his head in silent celebration. A double thumbs up followed.

Dudley whooped loudly.

Author's Note: I debated over Dudley actually going wizard, to have Harry's idea fail. Simply for it'd be more difficult for Dudley and Harry if it failed. Either way, Dudley isn't going to feel like he fits in. The events I picture in this direction spoke to me a little louder though. As a result...Harry's idea worked. Harry's idea worked. What does this mean besides the obvious glee of Dudley's own magic waking? Thank you to the favorite and more follows and to the reviewers ElMarquis, and Alicia Olivia Mirza.