Ch. II Dudley's Adventure
"But Dudley, how ever did you manage to get here?" asked Harry.
"Well, see, it is a long story. It all happened when the people in the cloaks left the house. I quickly escaped through the back door and ran. I was hungry and had no money. So I went searching for any scrap of food; I went into countless restaurants and bars asking for just a plate or two of food. Of course they refused, and I was probably about to die after an hour of asking for food. But, just then I saw some giant figure lurking in the shadows," said Dudley, as his voice was getting deeper, "he seemed to remember me. It was a fellow by the name of Hagrid," explained Dudley.
"Hagrid... Hagrid found you? But how did he know you?" asked Harry, looking for answers.
"Well, he said he remembered me from your eleventh birthday. He said he was sorry for putting the pigtail on me...then he asked why was I all alone in the wizard community. I told him my story and he quickly took me to Dumb...Dumbbell... or whatever his damn name is. And well...here I am now," finished Dudley.
"But are you going to live with me? I mean...what did Dumbeldore say?" asked Harry.
Dudley flinches slightly, for no reason. "Well, he said I was going to stay here until we find a solution. I guess I can learn magic," said Dudley stupidly.
Ron who was quiet for the whole conversation finally spoke, "You just don't learn magic, you nutter!"
"But...aren't you guys learning magic?" Dudley asked, a little hurt by Ron's comment.
"Dudley, we have magic in our blood. We just are advancing the way we use it," Harry said, explaining to Dudley.
Somebody rose up from the bed next to them. It was Dean Thomas, the quiet 7th year. "What in bloody hell are you arguing about this time? Can't you guys be quiet? Honestly Ron and Harry please I'm trying to get some bloody rest!" screamed Dean. Finally Dean looked up and saw Dudley crying in the corner. "Who is that fat bastard?" asked, Dean terrified by the sight of him.
"Oh give it a rest, Dean, that is only Harry's cousin Dudley," answered Ron.
"That...that's his cousin? It looks more like his elephant!" shouted Dean laughing quietly to himself.
"Take that back Dean, that is my cousin your are talking to! No one complained when your gorilla, I mean mother, visited and walked around in her knickers for a whole week!" yelled Harry.
Ron was busy rolling on the floor laughing at both remarks.
"Oh hush up Ron! Your family is not that pretty to look at except for a few exceptions," said Dean, talking louder after every word.
"A few exceptions? You are in love with Ginny! Every time you see her, your wand sends out white sparks. Please, the Weasley men are magnets for love. Ain't that right Harry?" Ron said, smirking.
"What? Ron, what...what are you talking about?" Harry says carefully and winking thoughtfully at Ron.
"I mean you know our charms makes us the...uh...best friends, of course."
"Well, Dudley, you can sleep in my bed, and I will sleep with Ron. I mean, share the bed with Ron. Careful not to wake up Seamus," said Harry.
"Ummm.okay," said Dudley simply.
"Why can't Dudley sleep in Neville's old bed?" asked Dean.
"Dean umm...we have to respect that...uh...Neville is gone," answered Harry sheepishly.
"Fine by me," yawned Dean tiredly.
"Good one Harry, you pulled us out of a pickle," squeaked Ron.
"But Dudley, how ever did you manage to get here?" asked Harry.
"Well, see, it is a long story. It all happened when the people in the cloaks left the house. I quickly escaped through the back door and ran. I was hungry and had no money. So I went searching for any scrap of food; I went into countless restaurants and bars asking for just a plate or two of food. Of course they refused, and I was probably about to die after an hour of asking for food. But, just then I saw some giant figure lurking in the shadows," said Dudley, as his voice was getting deeper, "he seemed to remember me. It was a fellow by the name of Hagrid," explained Dudley.
"Hagrid... Hagrid found you? But how did he know you?" asked Harry, looking for answers.
"Well, he said he remembered me from your eleventh birthday. He said he was sorry for putting the pigtail on me...then he asked why was I all alone in the wizard community. I told him my story and he quickly took me to Dumb...Dumbbell... or whatever his damn name is. And well...here I am now," finished Dudley.
"But are you going to live with me? I mean...what did Dumbeldore say?" asked Harry.
Dudley flinches slightly, for no reason. "Well, he said I was going to stay here until we find a solution. I guess I can learn magic," said Dudley stupidly.
Ron who was quiet for the whole conversation finally spoke, "You just don't learn magic, you nutter!"
"But...aren't you guys learning magic?" Dudley asked, a little hurt by Ron's comment.
"Dudley, we have magic in our blood. We just are advancing the way we use it," Harry said, explaining to Dudley.
Somebody rose up from the bed next to them. It was Dean Thomas, the quiet 7th year. "What in bloody hell are you arguing about this time? Can't you guys be quiet? Honestly Ron and Harry please I'm trying to get some bloody rest!" screamed Dean. Finally Dean looked up and saw Dudley crying in the corner. "Who is that fat bastard?" asked, Dean terrified by the sight of him.
"Oh give it a rest, Dean, that is only Harry's cousin Dudley," answered Ron.
"That...that's his cousin? It looks more like his elephant!" shouted Dean laughing quietly to himself.
"Take that back Dean, that is my cousin your are talking to! No one complained when your gorilla, I mean mother, visited and walked around in her knickers for a whole week!" yelled Harry.
Ron was busy rolling on the floor laughing at both remarks.
"Oh hush up Ron! Your family is not that pretty to look at except for a few exceptions," said Dean, talking louder after every word.
"A few exceptions? You are in love with Ginny! Every time you see her, your wand sends out white sparks. Please, the Weasley men are magnets for love. Ain't that right Harry?" Ron said, smirking.
"What? Ron, what...what are you talking about?" Harry says carefully and winking thoughtfully at Ron.
"I mean you know our charms makes us the...uh...best friends, of course."
"Well, Dudley, you can sleep in my bed, and I will sleep with Ron. I mean, share the bed with Ron. Careful not to wake up Seamus," said Harry.
"Ummm.okay," said Dudley simply.
"Why can't Dudley sleep in Neville's old bed?" asked Dean.
"Dean umm...we have to respect that...uh...Neville is gone," answered Harry sheepishly.
"Fine by me," yawned Dean tiredly.
"Good one Harry, you pulled us out of a pickle," squeaked Ron.