Here's Chapter 4, since SOOOOOOOOOOOOO many people were asking for it.
Will Someone please tell me if my title is good, beside the 'title will change' part. The whole story won't revolve around the spell. Please!!
Chapter 4 Why Did You Hate Me?
Dudley Dursley stirred in his bed. 'What a night!!' he thought, and jumped out of bed. Big mistake! His DVD Player fell off his Big Screen TV.
'OOP's' Dudley thought, and quickly put it back on his big screen. He then went downstairs, but stopped at Harry's room. 'I still can't believe he went through that!' he thought, and decided to talk to Harry after breakfast.
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A few hours later Dudley smacked his lips. Ah. . . those pancakes were good!! His stomach then grumbled at the thought of Harry getting moldy cheese that he would probably get sick on. (Surprisingly, Dudley could never eat pancakes or cheese again.) Dudley then went to his dad.
"Dad?" he asked.
"Yes son?" his dad replied.
Dudley cringed, "Can I go tal-. . . I mean beat up Harry??"
"Sure Dudders, do it for me today," Dudley was disgusted at the thought.
"Thanks!" he said with fake-enthusiasm.
He charged upstairs and entered the place in his parents room that he had found lead to Harry's room on the first day of the holidays.
Dudley entered Harry's room and found Harry sighing with relief that it was Dudley. Dudley winked, and walked to the-hole-in-the-door.
"Wake up Potter!" he yelled. Harry snickered. "my dad is busy today so I'm gonna beat you up!!" he said wildly. Harry snorted. "I'll need to do it very quietly so none of the neighbors hear, though." He screamed. Harry laughed silently.
"Dudley, what if he comes in here?" Harry asked hiccuping.
"I don't want anyone in here while I do this okay dad??" Dudley asked loudly.
"Yes son!" Vernon called.
Harry smiled, "have a seat!"
Dudley sat and asked: "did that really happen??"
Harry's smile faltered, "yes."
"No one should be put through that kind of torture," Dudley said.
Harry laid down and asked, "Why did you hate me??"
Dudley sighed, "Its a long story," he replied.
"What's stalling you??" he grinned, "I can have a long beating."
Dudley grinned, "It all started when I was 1 ½ years old and was beginning to talk. . . They've told me this story a lot. I was obsessed with magic for a long time. . . well I liked saying the word." Anyway, at that time, now don't interrupt me, my brother, Daemion, was 17, and entering collage to study to become a mechanic."
Harry gapped, "Wha? Huh"
Dudley smiled at his flabbergasted face, but his smile faded as he got ready to continue. Harry saw his face and stopped gapping.
"He went out one night and," Dudley's voice began to get cracky, "didn't come back. He was going to a friends party. Some bad people with wands came and killed him and all the kids at the party. They left a sign in the sky. A smoky skull with a snake for a tounge."
Harry sighed, "Those people who killed your brother and his friends were Death Eaters, they are people who kill for fun and kill what they think are less dominate, like non-magic people."
"Oh. . . well that's why I hated you, I was brought up that way. . . and Harry?"
"Yea?"
"Don't blame yourself for that boy's death. It's not your fault,"
"I guess," Harry said doubtfully.
"It's true!" Dudley said.
"Yup," Harry sighed, "See you later, Dudley!"
"Yea! That hurts, doesn't it? Well next time I won't be so merciful!"
"Ah, my Dudley, such a beater!" aunt Petunia said.
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH UNEXPECTED!! Who knew Dudley had a bro! Oh well.
Reveiwers!!!!!!!!
?: Thanks!! I'm glad it's 'wicked'
Grandma Gryffindor: I guess I'll write faster for you, Thanks~
hi: Hi to you to, and if it was anonymous, I wouldn't know, would I?? ( ;) Thanks!
shdurrani: Nice name, and Thanks!
Mr. No Name: Next time, leave your name, Please? Well not your real name, Thanks!!
I'll write more after a while! Kidding. . . Kidding. . .
PRONGS. . .
Review. . .
Will Someone please tell me if my title is good, beside the 'title will change' part. The whole story won't revolve around the spell. Please!!
Chapter 4 Why Did You Hate Me?
Dudley Dursley stirred in his bed. 'What a night!!' he thought, and jumped out of bed. Big mistake! His DVD Player fell off his Big Screen TV.
'OOP's' Dudley thought, and quickly put it back on his big screen. He then went downstairs, but stopped at Harry's room. 'I still can't believe he went through that!' he thought, and decided to talk to Harry after breakfast.
* * *
A few hours later Dudley smacked his lips. Ah. . . those pancakes were good!! His stomach then grumbled at the thought of Harry getting moldy cheese that he would probably get sick on. (Surprisingly, Dudley could never eat pancakes or cheese again.) Dudley then went to his dad.
"Dad?" he asked.
"Yes son?" his dad replied.
Dudley cringed, "Can I go tal-. . . I mean beat up Harry??"
"Sure Dudders, do it for me today," Dudley was disgusted at the thought.
"Thanks!" he said with fake-enthusiasm.
He charged upstairs and entered the place in his parents room that he had found lead to Harry's room on the first day of the holidays.
Dudley entered Harry's room and found Harry sighing with relief that it was Dudley. Dudley winked, and walked to the-hole-in-the-door.
"Wake up Potter!" he yelled. Harry snickered. "my dad is busy today so I'm gonna beat you up!!" he said wildly. Harry snorted. "I'll need to do it very quietly so none of the neighbors hear, though." He screamed. Harry laughed silently.
"Dudley, what if he comes in here?" Harry asked hiccuping.
"I don't want anyone in here while I do this okay dad??" Dudley asked loudly.
"Yes son!" Vernon called.
Harry smiled, "have a seat!"
Dudley sat and asked: "did that really happen??"
Harry's smile faltered, "yes."
"No one should be put through that kind of torture," Dudley said.
Harry laid down and asked, "Why did you hate me??"
Dudley sighed, "Its a long story," he replied.
"What's stalling you??" he grinned, "I can have a long beating."
Dudley grinned, "It all started when I was 1 ½ years old and was beginning to talk. . . They've told me this story a lot. I was obsessed with magic for a long time. . . well I liked saying the word." Anyway, at that time, now don't interrupt me, my brother, Daemion, was 17, and entering collage to study to become a mechanic."
Harry gapped, "Wha? Huh"
Dudley smiled at his flabbergasted face, but his smile faded as he got ready to continue. Harry saw his face and stopped gapping.
"He went out one night and," Dudley's voice began to get cracky, "didn't come back. He was going to a friends party. Some bad people with wands came and killed him and all the kids at the party. They left a sign in the sky. A smoky skull with a snake for a tounge."
Harry sighed, "Those people who killed your brother and his friends were Death Eaters, they are people who kill for fun and kill what they think are less dominate, like non-magic people."
"Oh. . . well that's why I hated you, I was brought up that way. . . and Harry?"
"Yea?"
"Don't blame yourself for that boy's death. It's not your fault,"
"I guess," Harry said doubtfully.
"It's true!" Dudley said.
"Yup," Harry sighed, "See you later, Dudley!"
"Yea! That hurts, doesn't it? Well next time I won't be so merciful!"
"Ah, my Dudley, such a beater!" aunt Petunia said.
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH UNEXPECTED!! Who knew Dudley had a bro! Oh well.
Reveiwers!!!!!!!!
?: Thanks!! I'm glad it's 'wicked'
Grandma Gryffindor: I guess I'll write faster for you, Thanks~
hi: Hi to you to, and if it was anonymous, I wouldn't know, would I?? ( ;) Thanks!
shdurrani: Nice name, and Thanks!
Mr. No Name: Next time, leave your name, Please? Well not your real name, Thanks!!
I'll write more after a while! Kidding. . . Kidding. . .
PRONGS. . .
Review. . .