Title: Happy Birthday Harry
Author: Tarun Behl
Email:P079@dbzmail.com
Summary: For once Harry recieves a great birthday from none other than Dudley Dursley himself!
Note: I know many people think that it is weird for Dudley to be so nice to Harry but I don't like to put him as a bad kid. So I decided to cut him some slack.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. J.K. Rowling owns them
***
Harry stayed still on his large, but uncomfortable bed still in shock from the past events. He did not have the time to sleep because his mind was still working no matter how hard he tried. Harry kept wondering about Dudley and what he had told him. He still could remember the exsact conversation:
Flashback
"Why didn't you tell me it was your birthday?"
"Like you would care," Harry muttered.
"No, really, I was planning on giving you a present."
Harry was shocked after what Dudley had just said, "You are actually offering to give me a present!" shouted Harry. He would never expect anyone like Dudley to a give him a present. Even if he didn't know when his birthday was, he and his parents had never actually offered him anything. "Your kidding right?"
"No, I am serious," he said quickly. "I owe you a lot, since you helped me out and all.....," he said with great genorisity. For once, Dudley was finally giving Harry shocked look and he smiled in happyness. Mr. Vernon shouted to Dudley and Harry from the bottom of the stairs that it was time to go to the bed so Dudley got up and was about to leave the room when he he turned to Harry and said, "It is almost time to go to bed, I will see you in the morning," he said as he left Harry's room and entered his. Harry stood there, lifeless, like a statue.
End Flashback
By this time, Harry could hear the birds chirping outside and some kids venturing into their own free time. Since Harry couldn't go to sleep, he decided to get up from his bed. He looked at his clock and it read 8:00. "Who would be awake this early?" he thought to himself. Harry was stuck in the house so long he hardly had any grasp of time anymore. He thought of something, and he decided to pull out some of his homework that had to be done over the summer.
He started to work on a compisition that he had started a couple of weeks ago. Since their teacher said it could be about anything they wanted it to be, Harry chose the title, "Wizards and Muggles." The compisition was a first hand point of view, from Harry's perspective about Muggles. Of course, he didn't want to offend anyone, espically those who were mudbloods so he took out his quilt and wrote the line, "Not everyone is bad, there is both good and evil in both sides as anyone can see. My hope is that everyone can live in peace." Harry thought the last line was a little to weird, espically if the Dursleys read it. But he decided to keep it in their anyway.
From across the hall, Harry could hear Dudley's snores had stopped. He could hear his footstep from where he was. He walked in the bathroom and washed his face. He would do this daily, because his parents want him to be looking the best he could be. Why if he even had a pimple, the Dursleys would call all the doctors and salons in the world to see if it would be a perment mark. After he had exited the bathroom, he knocked on Harry's door. He put his compisition and quilt under his bed just in time as he saw Dudley enter his room. "What are you doing here?" he said in an angry tone.
"Calm down Harry," he assured. "I was wondering if you wanted to go outside and do something, you are already awake anyways," said an excited Dudley. He wanted to find out how could Harry was in sports, if he wasn't good at all, he would have the fun to kick his but across the corner. "So what do you say?"
"Fine lets go," he muttered as he got off the bed. He went to the mirror and tried to fix his wile, bushy hair that just won't go down. Dudley decided to take a shower and got dressed. Harry took the next bath and got dressed in an orange short and a black t-shirt. Dudley was wearing a sport shirt with his shorts that the Dursleys had wasted so much money on to put his name there. Harry joined him on the table and ate a bannana and drank a glass of water. Dudley opened the door and Harry entered and looked outside. There were children playing basketball, riding on thier bikes, playing softball, and many other fun activities.
"What is wrong with you?" Dudley laughed. "You look like you have never seen daylight before. I want you to meet some of my friends, this way," he said as he ran down the street, leaving Harry to catch up to him. Dudley led him to three boys, they were about Dudley's age. The first one was tall and brown hair. He looked worse than the three headed dog that was guarding the Sorcers Stone in Harry's opinion. The second one was shorter than the first. He was a blond who wore a baseball hat. The third one was the shortest, he wore goggles on his head and had a shirt that read, "SOCCER RULES!" on it. "Harry, these are my friends, Steve, Ryan, and John. Guys this is Harry."
"It is a pleasure," Harry responded.
"Hey Dudley, where did you find this nerd from?" said Ryan.
"He is my cousin," said Dudley calmly.
"Since when did you have a cousin?" asked John.
"He came from one of my grandmothers daughter, now stop asking questions and lets play," screeced Dudley.
"Lets see how your cousin does in sports," laughed Steve. "I bet he is nothing."
Harry, Dudley, and his friends walked to a small basketball field where they were assigned their places (center, point guard, ect..). They divided into two teams, in the first were Ryan John, and Steve. In the second team, were Harry and Dudley. Dudley's friends thought it would be fun to beat them both together. Steve and Ryan were in the center, they both jumped as the ball flew in the hair. Dudley caught it first and passed it to Harry. He had no practical idea of what he was supposed to do now. He did, however, had a suspecion to run when he was the trio was running to him. He was fast on his feat and ran to the other half of the court. The ball was to heavy for Harry to hold so he started to dribble it. John started to catch up to him and jumped, so he could tackle Harry to the ground. In a quick attempt, Harry had jumped and the ball had luckly feel into the basket, making the score now 2-0. Harry was a fast learner so he learned how to play basketball quick. At the end of the game the score was 20-10 with Harry and Dudley had won the game.
After the game, Dudley had said bye to his friends and he took Harry to an ice cream parlor. It was filled with overcrowded muggles who were tasting many different sweets. Dudley told Harry to take a seat while he went to the counter to buy something for them both. Harry didn't know why he was being so generous to him but he didn't think of why because everything he did was kind of fun.
Dudley went to the counter and talked with the manager. His name was Mr. Grizwall. He was in his 50's and had gray hair. He used to be part of some muggle olympics but now retired because of old age. "Dudley my boy, how are you doing?" he said as he fliched his gray mustache. "What would you like today?"
"Just give me two vanilla sundaes," replied Dudley as he took out some muggle money. "How is that special present I ordered."
"It is going along just fine. Why do you want to order two sundaes Dudley?"
"I want to give my cousin one so he can try it."
"He never tasted ice cream before?" he said shocked.
"You see..." Dudley stopped. He was tring to think of a way that he could answer Mr. Grizwall's question. "He came from a foreign country, and he didn't ever try to eat ice cream."
"I see, what would you like on it, cherries or nuts?"
"Cherries. How much will it cost?"
"It is on the house, Dudley. Hope your cousin likes the sundae."
"I hope he does too."
Dudley picked up the two sundaes and carried them to the table where Harry was waiting for him. He placed on sundae on his side and another in front of Harry. He laughed as he saw him staring at it for some time, deciding what to do. "Harry, this is called a sundae, it is a kind of sweet. Why don't you try it?"
Harry nodded at Dudley and picked up the spoon. He put it in the sundae, and removed a part out of it. He slowly placed it in his mouth and tried to devolp a taste for it. He was pleased by the great taste. Dudley followed and also ate his sundae. After they were done, Harry and Dudley left the ice cream parlor and made their way home. Dudley opened the door and the first thing they saw was the Dursley parents. Aunt Petunia ran to Dudley and gave him many kisses. Uncle Vernon turned to Harry and shouted at the top of his lungs, "BOY! WHAT WERE YOU DOING OUTSIDE! WHAT DID YOU DO TO DUDLEY?"
Dudley got out of his mum's tight grasp and turned to his dad. "Dad it is alright, I took Harry out."
"THAT IS IT BOY!" Uncle Vernon shouted to Harry. "I WANT YOU TO GO TO YOUR ROOM AND YOU WILL NOT COME OUT TILL I SAY. I WILL NOT LET YOU HURT DUDLEY ANYMORE WITH YOUR FREAK SHOW!"
Harry silently went up the stairs. He took a glance at Dudley, who had a 'I am really sorry look'. Harry went into his room and closed the door to aviod his angry uncle screaming at him from downstairs. He forgot to mark his calender so he went to chech his wizard calender. He started at it for a moment after he had took it out of his bag. There was a red marked day on the calender, which was today. Of course, it was Dudley's mum and dad's honeymoon. Which means that they wouldn't be here to bother him at all.
In a couple of hours, the day wents as usual. His uncle and aunt were screaming at him all different kinds of names but he just ignored them. Finally, it was time for Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia to leave for their trip. Harry heard that they were going to some Muggle islands called the Hawian Islands.
"I will miss you my sweet little Dudley," cried Aunt Petunia. "You are now man of the house." she said while hugging him, nearly choking him to death. Then she turned to Harry and shouted, "You better keep away from my Dudley, or else you would be sorry!"
Harry was not at all surprised at his Aunt Petunia's attitude, she was like this every day. He just held out a smirk. After hours and hours (as Harry thought) they were finally done with telling Dudley how to run the house. They drove and took off in Uncle Vernon's new jeep. Harry could hear a meow come somewhere near him. He looked near his foot and saw a little cat, it was dark black. "Look, it is a black cat," he said.
Dudley looked at it also and said, "Don't you know they give you bad luck." This was just one of the superstitions that Dudley was hearing all the time. Harry wasn't worried for two reasons. First, he didn't believe in superstitions, and second, what harm could happen to a wizard who was against a black cat?
A woman soon came through the street and the black cat ran up to her. "Now, now cat, don't feel scared. It was only a dog," she muttered to it. She was the only person she could be, Ms. Figg. The black cat must have been on of her hundred cats. She looked up at the boys and said, "Harry, Dudley, what are you doing outside? Where are your parents?" she asked.
"My parents left to their honeymoon, they just left. We have to be going now so you could excuse us," Dudley said polietly.
"Of course dearies," she replied. "Go right ahead."
The next day a flutter of owl came the next day. They were from his many friends. He took the parcels he had recieved and went down stairs to the kitchen. Dudley was already at the table eating cereal. He put the packages on the table. Dudley looked at him shocked, wondering to know what was inside. He opened the first package which was from Hermonie, she gave him a photo album of all their memories at Hogwarts. Then he opened the second package, which was from the Weasly family. It was a cake that was adressed to him. There was a card that said, "To Harry from the Weasly family, hope you enjoy it as much as we had to make it," he read. On the bottom was all their names from Mr. and Mrs. Weasly to Ron and Ginny. "What should I do with the cake?" he asked out loud.
"Put it in the freezer and we can eat it later," he ordered. Harry nodded and did like he was told. "Why don't we look at the photo album you recieved."
Harry sat back down and opened the book. On the front cover were him, Ron, and Hermonie. The others were of the teachers from Dumbledore, the headmaster, to Snape, his worst teacher of all. Harry told Dudley who every one was so he wouldn't be ignored.
The day went as usual, when it was time for lunch. They both were at the table just waiting to eat the cake. Harry took it out of the freezer. Then, he took out a knife and cut out two slices, one for him and one for Dudley. They both gobbled up their cakes and then had seconds, then thirds.
After they finished, they both noticed a letter at the door. Dudley picked it up and opened it, "It is from Aunt Marge." He opened it and Harry gasped.
Next: Harry and Dudley have a surprise guest. Harry leaves to Hogwarts. Someone finds out his secret.
Contest
This a contest for those who can draw. I thought of this contest when a person had sent me a picture. I, so far, have 1 picture which is on my biography. I need more so please send them in.
Anyone can draw for this story or any other of mine. Freedom of
Thought (is that right?) is what I believe in so you can show me when you read my
stories what does it look like in your head. All the winners who send in pictures can
play a part in my stories. And, (if you are an author) I will put you up on my favorite
authors list.
The date that this is due is on September 4th.
Good Luck to all.
Author: Tarun Behl
Email:P079@dbzmail.com
Summary: For once Harry recieves a great birthday from none other than Dudley Dursley himself!
Note: I know many people think that it is weird for Dudley to be so nice to Harry but I don't like to put him as a bad kid. So I decided to cut him some slack.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. J.K. Rowling owns them
***
Harry stayed still on his large, but uncomfortable bed still in shock from the past events. He did not have the time to sleep because his mind was still working no matter how hard he tried. Harry kept wondering about Dudley and what he had told him. He still could remember the exsact conversation:
Flashback
"Why didn't you tell me it was your birthday?"
"Like you would care," Harry muttered.
"No, really, I was planning on giving you a present."
Harry was shocked after what Dudley had just said, "You are actually offering to give me a present!" shouted Harry. He would never expect anyone like Dudley to a give him a present. Even if he didn't know when his birthday was, he and his parents had never actually offered him anything. "Your kidding right?"
"No, I am serious," he said quickly. "I owe you a lot, since you helped me out and all.....," he said with great genorisity. For once, Dudley was finally giving Harry shocked look and he smiled in happyness. Mr. Vernon shouted to Dudley and Harry from the bottom of the stairs that it was time to go to the bed so Dudley got up and was about to leave the room when he he turned to Harry and said, "It is almost time to go to bed, I will see you in the morning," he said as he left Harry's room and entered his. Harry stood there, lifeless, like a statue.
End Flashback
By this time, Harry could hear the birds chirping outside and some kids venturing into their own free time. Since Harry couldn't go to sleep, he decided to get up from his bed. He looked at his clock and it read 8:00. "Who would be awake this early?" he thought to himself. Harry was stuck in the house so long he hardly had any grasp of time anymore. He thought of something, and he decided to pull out some of his homework that had to be done over the summer.
He started to work on a compisition that he had started a couple of weeks ago. Since their teacher said it could be about anything they wanted it to be, Harry chose the title, "Wizards and Muggles." The compisition was a first hand point of view, from Harry's perspective about Muggles. Of course, he didn't want to offend anyone, espically those who were mudbloods so he took out his quilt and wrote the line, "Not everyone is bad, there is both good and evil in both sides as anyone can see. My hope is that everyone can live in peace." Harry thought the last line was a little to weird, espically if the Dursleys read it. But he decided to keep it in their anyway.
From across the hall, Harry could hear Dudley's snores had stopped. He could hear his footstep from where he was. He walked in the bathroom and washed his face. He would do this daily, because his parents want him to be looking the best he could be. Why if he even had a pimple, the Dursleys would call all the doctors and salons in the world to see if it would be a perment mark. After he had exited the bathroom, he knocked on Harry's door. He put his compisition and quilt under his bed just in time as he saw Dudley enter his room. "What are you doing here?" he said in an angry tone.
"Calm down Harry," he assured. "I was wondering if you wanted to go outside and do something, you are already awake anyways," said an excited Dudley. He wanted to find out how could Harry was in sports, if he wasn't good at all, he would have the fun to kick his but across the corner. "So what do you say?"
"Fine lets go," he muttered as he got off the bed. He went to the mirror and tried to fix his wile, bushy hair that just won't go down. Dudley decided to take a shower and got dressed. Harry took the next bath and got dressed in an orange short and a black t-shirt. Dudley was wearing a sport shirt with his shorts that the Dursleys had wasted so much money on to put his name there. Harry joined him on the table and ate a bannana and drank a glass of water. Dudley opened the door and Harry entered and looked outside. There were children playing basketball, riding on thier bikes, playing softball, and many other fun activities.
"What is wrong with you?" Dudley laughed. "You look like you have never seen daylight before. I want you to meet some of my friends, this way," he said as he ran down the street, leaving Harry to catch up to him. Dudley led him to three boys, they were about Dudley's age. The first one was tall and brown hair. He looked worse than the three headed dog that was guarding the Sorcers Stone in Harry's opinion. The second one was shorter than the first. He was a blond who wore a baseball hat. The third one was the shortest, he wore goggles on his head and had a shirt that read, "SOCCER RULES!" on it. "Harry, these are my friends, Steve, Ryan, and John. Guys this is Harry."
"It is a pleasure," Harry responded.
"Hey Dudley, where did you find this nerd from?" said Ryan.
"He is my cousin," said Dudley calmly.
"Since when did you have a cousin?" asked John.
"He came from one of my grandmothers daughter, now stop asking questions and lets play," screeced Dudley.
"Lets see how your cousin does in sports," laughed Steve. "I bet he is nothing."
Harry, Dudley, and his friends walked to a small basketball field where they were assigned their places (center, point guard, ect..). They divided into two teams, in the first were Ryan John, and Steve. In the second team, were Harry and Dudley. Dudley's friends thought it would be fun to beat them both together. Steve and Ryan were in the center, they both jumped as the ball flew in the hair. Dudley caught it first and passed it to Harry. He had no practical idea of what he was supposed to do now. He did, however, had a suspecion to run when he was the trio was running to him. He was fast on his feat and ran to the other half of the court. The ball was to heavy for Harry to hold so he started to dribble it. John started to catch up to him and jumped, so he could tackle Harry to the ground. In a quick attempt, Harry had jumped and the ball had luckly feel into the basket, making the score now 2-0. Harry was a fast learner so he learned how to play basketball quick. At the end of the game the score was 20-10 with Harry and Dudley had won the game.
After the game, Dudley had said bye to his friends and he took Harry to an ice cream parlor. It was filled with overcrowded muggles who were tasting many different sweets. Dudley told Harry to take a seat while he went to the counter to buy something for them both. Harry didn't know why he was being so generous to him but he didn't think of why because everything he did was kind of fun.
Dudley went to the counter and talked with the manager. His name was Mr. Grizwall. He was in his 50's and had gray hair. He used to be part of some muggle olympics but now retired because of old age. "Dudley my boy, how are you doing?" he said as he fliched his gray mustache. "What would you like today?"
"Just give me two vanilla sundaes," replied Dudley as he took out some muggle money. "How is that special present I ordered."
"It is going along just fine. Why do you want to order two sundaes Dudley?"
"I want to give my cousin one so he can try it."
"He never tasted ice cream before?" he said shocked.
"You see..." Dudley stopped. He was tring to think of a way that he could answer Mr. Grizwall's question. "He came from a foreign country, and he didn't ever try to eat ice cream."
"I see, what would you like on it, cherries or nuts?"
"Cherries. How much will it cost?"
"It is on the house, Dudley. Hope your cousin likes the sundae."
"I hope he does too."
Dudley picked up the two sundaes and carried them to the table where Harry was waiting for him. He placed on sundae on his side and another in front of Harry. He laughed as he saw him staring at it for some time, deciding what to do. "Harry, this is called a sundae, it is a kind of sweet. Why don't you try it?"
Harry nodded at Dudley and picked up the spoon. He put it in the sundae, and removed a part out of it. He slowly placed it in his mouth and tried to devolp a taste for it. He was pleased by the great taste. Dudley followed and also ate his sundae. After they were done, Harry and Dudley left the ice cream parlor and made their way home. Dudley opened the door and the first thing they saw was the Dursley parents. Aunt Petunia ran to Dudley and gave him many kisses. Uncle Vernon turned to Harry and shouted at the top of his lungs, "BOY! WHAT WERE YOU DOING OUTSIDE! WHAT DID YOU DO TO DUDLEY?"
Dudley got out of his mum's tight grasp and turned to his dad. "Dad it is alright, I took Harry out."
"THAT IS IT BOY!" Uncle Vernon shouted to Harry. "I WANT YOU TO GO TO YOUR ROOM AND YOU WILL NOT COME OUT TILL I SAY. I WILL NOT LET YOU HURT DUDLEY ANYMORE WITH YOUR FREAK SHOW!"
Harry silently went up the stairs. He took a glance at Dudley, who had a 'I am really sorry look'. Harry went into his room and closed the door to aviod his angry uncle screaming at him from downstairs. He forgot to mark his calender so he went to chech his wizard calender. He started at it for a moment after he had took it out of his bag. There was a red marked day on the calender, which was today. Of course, it was Dudley's mum and dad's honeymoon. Which means that they wouldn't be here to bother him at all.
In a couple of hours, the day wents as usual. His uncle and aunt were screaming at him all different kinds of names but he just ignored them. Finally, it was time for Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia to leave for their trip. Harry heard that they were going to some Muggle islands called the Hawian Islands.
"I will miss you my sweet little Dudley," cried Aunt Petunia. "You are now man of the house." she said while hugging him, nearly choking him to death. Then she turned to Harry and shouted, "You better keep away from my Dudley, or else you would be sorry!"
Harry was not at all surprised at his Aunt Petunia's attitude, she was like this every day. He just held out a smirk. After hours and hours (as Harry thought) they were finally done with telling Dudley how to run the house. They drove and took off in Uncle Vernon's new jeep. Harry could hear a meow come somewhere near him. He looked near his foot and saw a little cat, it was dark black. "Look, it is a black cat," he said.
Dudley looked at it also and said, "Don't you know they give you bad luck." This was just one of the superstitions that Dudley was hearing all the time. Harry wasn't worried for two reasons. First, he didn't believe in superstitions, and second, what harm could happen to a wizard who was against a black cat?
A woman soon came through the street and the black cat ran up to her. "Now, now cat, don't feel scared. It was only a dog," she muttered to it. She was the only person she could be, Ms. Figg. The black cat must have been on of her hundred cats. She looked up at the boys and said, "Harry, Dudley, what are you doing outside? Where are your parents?" she asked.
"My parents left to their honeymoon, they just left. We have to be going now so you could excuse us," Dudley said polietly.
"Of course dearies," she replied. "Go right ahead."
The next day a flutter of owl came the next day. They were from his many friends. He took the parcels he had recieved and went down stairs to the kitchen. Dudley was already at the table eating cereal. He put the packages on the table. Dudley looked at him shocked, wondering to know what was inside. He opened the first package which was from Hermonie, she gave him a photo album of all their memories at Hogwarts. Then he opened the second package, which was from the Weasly family. It was a cake that was adressed to him. There was a card that said, "To Harry from the Weasly family, hope you enjoy it as much as we had to make it," he read. On the bottom was all their names from Mr. and Mrs. Weasly to Ron and Ginny. "What should I do with the cake?" he asked out loud.
"Put it in the freezer and we can eat it later," he ordered. Harry nodded and did like he was told. "Why don't we look at the photo album you recieved."
Harry sat back down and opened the book. On the front cover were him, Ron, and Hermonie. The others were of the teachers from Dumbledore, the headmaster, to Snape, his worst teacher of all. Harry told Dudley who every one was so he wouldn't be ignored.
The day went as usual, when it was time for lunch. They both were at the table just waiting to eat the cake. Harry took it out of the freezer. Then, he took out a knife and cut out two slices, one for him and one for Dudley. They both gobbled up their cakes and then had seconds, then thirds.
After they finished, they both noticed a letter at the door. Dudley picked it up and opened it, "It is from Aunt Marge." He opened it and Harry gasped.
Next: Harry and Dudley have a surprise guest. Harry leaves to Hogwarts. Someone finds out his secret.
Contest
This a contest for those who can draw. I thought of this contest when a person had sent me a picture. I, so far, have 1 picture which is on my biography. I need more so please send them in.
Anyone can draw for this story or any other of mine. Freedom of
Thought (is that right?) is what I believe in so you can show me when you read my
stories what does it look like in your head. All the winners who send in pictures can
play a part in my stories. And, (if you are an author) I will put you up on my favorite
authors list.
The date that this is due is on September 4th.
Good Luck to all.