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J.K. Rowling does, for now.
Harry's Worst Nightmare: Dudley Goes To Hogwarts.
What if Dudley was a wizard too? What if he went to Hogwarts? What if he teamed up with Malfoy? That must be hell for Harry, or maybe not.
A/N: Please read my ID, it's important.
Chapter 3: Leaving
Harry woke up because aunt Petunia was benging on the cupboard door.
"Wake up!" Her voice boomed.
Harry got out and walked into the kitchen. Dudley was waving and pointing his wand at everything in sight, shouting 'Simsalabim, Hocus Pocus', and such, but nothing ever happened.
Harry sat down and began to eat. When he finished he wanted to go back to his cupboard so he could read in his schoolbooks, which he found very interesting, but his uncle stopped him.
"Sit down, boy. We need to talk."
Harry tried not to smile, or let his uncle know that he knew what his uncle wanted to talk about, he had heard the conversation between him and his aunt yesterday evening.
"You know, that cupboard is getting to small for you and, er, your aunt and I thought you could get Dudley's second bedroom."
Dudley looked pissed, but didn't upject.
"So, er, move your stuff up there."
~~~The night before~~~
Harry was lying in his bed in the cupboard. He was trying to sleep, but the voices of his uncle and aunt penetrated the silence and kept him from doing so.
"If he goes to that school, he'll probably tell where he sleeps and they'll have our heads." Aunt Petunia said.
"Are you sure?" Uncle Vernon asked.
"Yes, I'm sure. What are we going to do?"
"We could give him Dudley's second bedroom."
"Dudley wouldn't like that."
"I don't see any other way."
"It'll have to then."
"I'll inform Dudley tomorrow morning."
With that a door opened and two pair of footsteps walked up the stairs. Harry fell asleep ten minutes later, a small smile on his face.
~~~~~~
"Yes, Uncle Vernon, right way." Harry nodded and got up.
Harry opened his cupboard and dumped all his stuff in his trunk so he only had to walk once.
It took him some time to get his trunk upstairs, but finally he was sitting on his new bed.
He was reading his transfiguration book. He liked it already, though even the book said it was really hard.
He was interupted by at tapping noice coming from his window. Harry was surprised to see a beautifull snowy owl with a letter tied to her paw tapping his window.
He opened the window and the owl landed on his shoulder. She nibbled his ear effectionatly as he freed her from her burden.
Dear Harry,
Happy birthday. I just wanted to let you know Dumbledore knows you and your cousin are coming and is delighted to hear your coming.
After meeting your uncle and aunt I realised you wouldn't get a real birthday present so I thought I'd get you one; this owl.
Best wishes,
Rubeus Hagrid.
Harry smiled and stroked the owl on his shoulder.
"Well, I must say, your the best birthday present I've ever had."
The owl hooted in reply.
~~~1 September~~~
Harry woke up, but this time because the sun was shining in his eyes. He was still trying to get used to it. He had this room for a month now, but waking up with the sun in his eyes was still new to him.
"Wake up, you lazy boy."
"I'm already awake, Aunt Petunia." Harry yelled back.
"Don't yell at me."
"Sorry."
Harry slipped his glasses on and looked around. He looked around, his room was tidy and his trunk packed.
'I'm going to Hogwarts today.'
He jumped out of bed and quickly got dressed. In the kitchen he wolved down his sorry excuse for breakfast and sprinted back up and dragged his trunk down.
"Boy, get Dudley's trunk." Uncle Vernon boomed.
Harry complied, but only because else he wouldn't get to King Cross Station.
Ten minutes later they were on their way to London. Dudley was still waving his wand, trying to do magic and still with no result.
~~~London, King Cross Station~~~
"Where does that freak train leave?"
"Platform 9 ¾, but I forgot how to get there." Aunt Petunia answered.
Harry wasn't really paying attention. He was looking at a woman with five children, all with red hair. Four of the five children, all boys, were pushing a trolly with a trunk on it. On one trunk stood a cadge with an owl in it.
"I think it would help to follow them." Harry said, pointing at the family he had been looking at.
Aunt Petunia gave him a foul look, but they followed the red heads anyway.
They tried to keep thier eyes on the family, but one by one they disappeared.
"Oh, I remember. You have to walk straight to that barrier and you'll just go through. At least, if you're a wizard."
Dudley began to say goodbye to his parents, but Harry just walked straight to the barrier. He found himself on a platform in front of a red steam engion.
"Wow."
Harry began to make his way to the back of the train to find an empty compartment. After he found one he tried to get his trunk in the train, but had no luck. The trunk was to havy.
"Need any help?" A voice asked from behind him.
"Yes, thanks." Harry turned around to face one of the red heads he followed to the platform.
"Fred! Come here."
A boy identical to the first appeared and helped his brother lift the trunk into the train.
"Thanks." Harry said.
"No problem. Oh by the way, I'm Fred Weasley and he's George."
"Twin?"
"What gave you the idea?" George asked.
Harry smiled sheepishly.
"I'm Harry, Harry Potter."
The two boys looked at him, shocked. Thier mouth were hanging wide open.
"Trying to catch flies?"
The two immidiatly closed their mouths.
"Sorry." Fred said. "It's just, I've never met anyone famous."
"Oh, that who Vol-You-Know-Who business."
The twins nodded and George was about to say something when a womans voice boomed.
"Fred, George, were are you two?"
"Sorry, got to go. See you later, Harry."
"Bye, oh and thanks again."
Harry got in and dragged his trunk into the empty compartment.
He was going to Hogwarts. He was really, really going. Just five more minutes and the train would leave, bringing Harry Potter to a new world. A world where he was famous and a place full of love and friendship.
A/N: Hope you liked it. Please review.
Hey Joltje,
Ik zit nu dit te schrijven en KOPSPIJKERS te kijken. Uche, uche, uche, het stikt hier van de muggen. VOETBALKAARTJES! HEEL LULLIG! Vogeltjes dans.
You probably don't get this, but KOPSPIJKERS is a dutch program and it's really funny. Example; A woman gives someone, who just became mother of a twin, an advise; 'Don't give them the same name.' No, duh, you would really be stupid if you did that.
Harry's Worst Nightmare: Dudley Goes To Hogwarts.
What if Dudley was a wizard too? What if he went to Hogwarts? What if he teamed up with Malfoy? That must be hell for Harry, or maybe not.
A/N: Please read my ID, it's important.
Chapter 3: Leaving
Harry woke up because aunt Petunia was benging on the cupboard door.
"Wake up!" Her voice boomed.
Harry got out and walked into the kitchen. Dudley was waving and pointing his wand at everything in sight, shouting 'Simsalabim, Hocus Pocus', and such, but nothing ever happened.
Harry sat down and began to eat. When he finished he wanted to go back to his cupboard so he could read in his schoolbooks, which he found very interesting, but his uncle stopped him.
"Sit down, boy. We need to talk."
Harry tried not to smile, or let his uncle know that he knew what his uncle wanted to talk about, he had heard the conversation between him and his aunt yesterday evening.
"You know, that cupboard is getting to small for you and, er, your aunt and I thought you could get Dudley's second bedroom."
Dudley looked pissed, but didn't upject.
"So, er, move your stuff up there."
~~~The night before~~~
Harry was lying in his bed in the cupboard. He was trying to sleep, but the voices of his uncle and aunt penetrated the silence and kept him from doing so.
"If he goes to that school, he'll probably tell where he sleeps and they'll have our heads." Aunt Petunia said.
"Are you sure?" Uncle Vernon asked.
"Yes, I'm sure. What are we going to do?"
"We could give him Dudley's second bedroom."
"Dudley wouldn't like that."
"I don't see any other way."
"It'll have to then."
"I'll inform Dudley tomorrow morning."
With that a door opened and two pair of footsteps walked up the stairs. Harry fell asleep ten minutes later, a small smile on his face.
~~~~~~
"Yes, Uncle Vernon, right way." Harry nodded and got up.
Harry opened his cupboard and dumped all his stuff in his trunk so he only had to walk once.
It took him some time to get his trunk upstairs, but finally he was sitting on his new bed.
He was reading his transfiguration book. He liked it already, though even the book said it was really hard.
He was interupted by at tapping noice coming from his window. Harry was surprised to see a beautifull snowy owl with a letter tied to her paw tapping his window.
He opened the window and the owl landed on his shoulder. She nibbled his ear effectionatly as he freed her from her burden.
Dear Harry,
Happy birthday. I just wanted to let you know Dumbledore knows you and your cousin are coming and is delighted to hear your coming.
After meeting your uncle and aunt I realised you wouldn't get a real birthday present so I thought I'd get you one; this owl.
Best wishes,
Rubeus Hagrid.
Harry smiled and stroked the owl on his shoulder.
"Well, I must say, your the best birthday present I've ever had."
The owl hooted in reply.
~~~1 September~~~
Harry woke up, but this time because the sun was shining in his eyes. He was still trying to get used to it. He had this room for a month now, but waking up with the sun in his eyes was still new to him.
"Wake up, you lazy boy."
"I'm already awake, Aunt Petunia." Harry yelled back.
"Don't yell at me."
"Sorry."
Harry slipped his glasses on and looked around. He looked around, his room was tidy and his trunk packed.
'I'm going to Hogwarts today.'
He jumped out of bed and quickly got dressed. In the kitchen he wolved down his sorry excuse for breakfast and sprinted back up and dragged his trunk down.
"Boy, get Dudley's trunk." Uncle Vernon boomed.
Harry complied, but only because else he wouldn't get to King Cross Station.
Ten minutes later they were on their way to London. Dudley was still waving his wand, trying to do magic and still with no result.
~~~London, King Cross Station~~~
"Where does that freak train leave?"
"Platform 9 ¾, but I forgot how to get there." Aunt Petunia answered.
Harry wasn't really paying attention. He was looking at a woman with five children, all with red hair. Four of the five children, all boys, were pushing a trolly with a trunk on it. On one trunk stood a cadge with an owl in it.
"I think it would help to follow them." Harry said, pointing at the family he had been looking at.
Aunt Petunia gave him a foul look, but they followed the red heads anyway.
They tried to keep thier eyes on the family, but one by one they disappeared.
"Oh, I remember. You have to walk straight to that barrier and you'll just go through. At least, if you're a wizard."
Dudley began to say goodbye to his parents, but Harry just walked straight to the barrier. He found himself on a platform in front of a red steam engion.
"Wow."
Harry began to make his way to the back of the train to find an empty compartment. After he found one he tried to get his trunk in the train, but had no luck. The trunk was to havy.
"Need any help?" A voice asked from behind him.
"Yes, thanks." Harry turned around to face one of the red heads he followed to the platform.
"Fred! Come here."
A boy identical to the first appeared and helped his brother lift the trunk into the train.
"Thanks." Harry said.
"No problem. Oh by the way, I'm Fred Weasley and he's George."
"Twin?"
"What gave you the idea?" George asked.
Harry smiled sheepishly.
"I'm Harry, Harry Potter."
The two boys looked at him, shocked. Thier mouth were hanging wide open.
"Trying to catch flies?"
The two immidiatly closed their mouths.
"Sorry." Fred said. "It's just, I've never met anyone famous."
"Oh, that who Vol-You-Know-Who business."
The twins nodded and George was about to say something when a womans voice boomed.
"Fred, George, were are you two?"
"Sorry, got to go. See you later, Harry."
"Bye, oh and thanks again."
Harry got in and dragged his trunk into the empty compartment.
He was going to Hogwarts. He was really, really going. Just five more minutes and the train would leave, bringing Harry Potter to a new world. A world where he was famous and a place full of love and friendship.
A/N: Hope you liked it. Please review.
Hey Joltje,
Ik zit nu dit te schrijven en KOPSPIJKERS te kijken. Uche, uche, uche, het stikt hier van de muggen. VOETBALKAARTJES! HEEL LULLIG! Vogeltjes dans.
You probably don't get this, but KOPSPIJKERS is a dutch program and it's really funny. Example; A woman gives someone, who just became mother of a twin, an advise; 'Don't give them the same name.' No, duh, you would really be stupid if you did that.