I do not own Harry Potter. If you were confused by what I put as 'the last summer break' it means this is taking place after the events of OoTP, putting the story in Harry's 6th year.
Something for Dudley
Dudley went to his private room, which his father was paying extra money for to the school, so 'Dudley could learn in peace without idiots badgering him'. He reached under the bed, where he had stuffed various things that wouldn't fit in the dresser and schoolbag.
What he was looking for had collected dust on, near and around it, so when he pulled his arm out, with what he was looking for in his hand, from his shoulder down, his arm was covered in several layers of dust.
And that object was a little clay statue.
"Today we're going to make statues, using molding clay," the teacher said, "But this can get messy, so I want you working on your statues with a partner, who I'll choose."
Dudley was six, nearly seven, and he wanted to wanted to work with Piers (yes, I know I spelled him Piece.) but Piers had been partnered up with a girl.
"Sorry," Piers mouthed to him, as the stubborn girl dragged him in the opposite direction, but Dudley knew he wasn't sorry. Piers, the little rat, looked relieved to not be partnered up with Dudley again.
"Dudley, you'll be partners with Harry, okay?" The teacher said, smiling before she had to take clay out of a girl's hair that someone had thrown.
"No." Dudley said crossly, even though she had already left.
Harry, chary of his cousin, picked up the packet of modeling clay when they got to a table. "What color clay do you want?" He said, showing Dudley the packet. Dudley saw the clay color he was hiding. It was green, like Harry's eyes, and also Harry's favorite color.
"Green. I'm going to make Godzilla and have him tear your stupid cupboard down," Dudley said, grabbing at the packet of clay.
"Okay, then." Harry said quietly, looking down through his overgrown bangs, as he picked out the purple clay.
"What are you making?" Dudley asked, curiously. So far Harry's clay looked like a cup, while his Godzilla looked like a cactus with three trunks, instead of one.
"A bowler hat." Harry answered, focusing every bit of attention on his creation.
"A what?"
"One of those hats Uncle Vernon says Prime Minister Churchill wore."
"Oh. A dead guy. But why purple?" He asked, actually having a conversation, that was, if not friendly, at least neutral with his cousin.
"It's the color of the hat the person at the grocery store wore." Harry explained, using his fingers to mold the brim.
"Mum says you aren't supposed to talk about that weirdo."
"But you wanted to know."
"Whatever."
"Alright class! Time to let your models dry!"
Dudley looked at his statue. "NO FAIR! I didn't finish mine!"
"Here, Dudley. Have mine." Harry said, holding the clay hat out.
"No way!" Dudley yelled, pushing the out held statue on the floor, where the top of it flattened. Tears rose to Harry's eyes, and then he ran out the door. When he was left alone in the classroom, Dudley picked up the statue and put in his things.
