Dudley Potter and the Drunk man's Stone
What if Dudley wasn't fat and was Harry and Hermione's Son? What if
Dumbledore had a son and was the headmaster of a different school? Full
summary inside. Please r&r
Disclaimer: I would like to but I don't own Harry and his pals but I do own the plot! Yah for me!
Chapter 1: homely
A normal day at no. 4 Privet drive was disturbed by the loud moan of Dudley, a medium build 11 year old. Harry and petunia ran up the stairs to Dudley's room. Dudley was on the floor in a very painful position. "Dudley!" said Harry with a mixed expression on his face. "Finite incantem!" cried Harry. Dudley was released from the grip. "I told you dud! No more spells from the magic textbook!" said Harry. "I know dad!" said Dudley, showing his dad the puppy dog face. "Oh alright, I wont punish you this time, but next time it will dishwashing! Wand less!" cried Harry from outside the door. "What are we going to do!" said Harry to his wife Hermione "Maybe the-" "We can't use any spells on him even if you are minister of magic. We have to send him to Dumbledore" said Harry "But Harry, Dumbledore died in the war that killed voldermort" "I know, I was talking about Dumbledore jnr the headmaster of graney shoo" "No! Anywhere but there" "It's our only hope" "There is nothing that we can do know, I've sent the owl" "Harry! You know I hate it when you do things like this' "Yeah I know but I also know you like the making up part" Hermione smiled and followed Harry to the bedroom
Disclaimer: I would like to but I don't own Harry and his pals but I do own the plot! Yah for me!
Chapter 1: homely
A normal day at no. 4 Privet drive was disturbed by the loud moan of Dudley, a medium build 11 year old. Harry and petunia ran up the stairs to Dudley's room. Dudley was on the floor in a very painful position. "Dudley!" said Harry with a mixed expression on his face. "Finite incantem!" cried Harry. Dudley was released from the grip. "I told you dud! No more spells from the magic textbook!" said Harry. "I know dad!" said Dudley, showing his dad the puppy dog face. "Oh alright, I wont punish you this time, but next time it will dishwashing! Wand less!" cried Harry from outside the door. "What are we going to do!" said Harry to his wife Hermione "Maybe the-" "We can't use any spells on him even if you are minister of magic. We have to send him to Dumbledore" said Harry "But Harry, Dumbledore died in the war that killed voldermort" "I know, I was talking about Dumbledore jnr the headmaster of graney shoo" "No! Anywhere but there" "It's our only hope" "There is nothing that we can do know, I've sent the owl" "Harry! You know I hate it when you do things like this' "Yeah I know but I also know you like the making up part" Hermione smiled and followed Harry to the bedroom