Disclaimer: I own nothing of this story!

Accouncing, the first of it's kind (according to my knowledge), Harry and Dudley slash!

Dedicated to Mackenzie (slasher-babe) who graciously created an entire site for Willow and I think it's about time she got some recignition of her own! (not that Willow didn't deserve the site grins at Willow)

Anywho, this will contain rape gasp, Slash Choke and MPREG! Surprise!

On wit da show...

!?!?!?

Sirius looked up from a little paper where the words 4 privet drive, were written in an untidy scrawl. It was a big house, neat garden, new car in the driveway, it was clear that perfectionists lived here.

He walked up the pathway towards the front door, he rang the bell and a thin woman answered the door. She had a long neck, beady eyes and reminded Sirius strongly of a giraffe with a stick up its bum.

"Hello, does Harry Potter live here?"

"There is no one by that name here!" She snarled and as she was about to slam the door in his face, a skinny boy walked out the kitchen and Sirius blocked the door with his foot.

"I'm sure Harry said number 4!" The boy looked up and ran to hug his godfather.

"Ready to go Harry?" Said Sirius as he let him go.

"Let me just get my trunk quickly!" Harry ran up the stairs and a beefy man with no neck walked out of the kitchen.

"Who are you? You can't just take him! He is our responsibility!" Said the beefy man.

"No he is not, he is mine" Said Sirius calmly.

"Prove it! He was left in our care 16 years ago this October."

"Fine, I will" he pulled out a piece of paper that was signed:

If anything were to happen to us, we, Lily and James Potter, leave Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, god fathers to our son, Harry Potter.

Signed: Lily Potter and James Potter. Witnessed by Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.

"If you are god father, why wasn't he left on your door step and ours?"

"Oh, I was in prison for murdering 12, but I'm free now." He grinned as Harry ran down the stairs dragging his trunk behind him.

"YOU ARE THE MASS MURDERER HE HAS TALKED ABOUT FOR THE LAST 4 YEARS!" Uncle Vernon yelled.

"Yes, but I'm innocent." He said coolly.

Uncle Vernon's fury quickly turned to a grin when he looked at Harry.

"Ah yes, my son found a note in his room early this summer, heaven knows what he was doing in there!"

"He tried to use my wand and charmed my Firebolt to fly after him all the way down stairs." Harry grinned and they noticed Dudley standing at the kitchen door when he said something.

"Well no, I found a piece of wood on the table when I was cleaning his room and when I picked up a paper to throw away and my broom to leave, it chased me down stairs."

Likely story Dudley, my room was clean and I was in your room cleaning it. You knew that was my wand and my broomstick can fly! You were snooping around my room to try and get me in trouble."

"You were cleaning my room but I wasn't planning to get you in trouble or find anything private like what I found!"

"Then why were you in my room?"

"I WAS CURIOUS OK! I WANTED TO DO MAGIC SINCE I FOUND OUT YOU WERE A WIZARD and WHEN YOU WEREN'T IN YOUR ROOM I TRIED TO USE YOUR WAND BUT THAT BROOM CAME AFTER ME!" He yelled, looking like he was going to cry.

Aunt petunia ran out the room screaming and Uncle Vernon looked away but then looked furiously at Harry.

"It is your fault he wants to be a...a freak!" He said and hit Harry so hard across the face that he went flying into the wall.

!?!?!?

Cliffy, my muse is here! Some might know her from the cliffy-master account!

Cliffy MWHAHAHAHA!

review