"Er. Dudley, son, you're a wizard and-" Petunia began gently.
"WAIT! What? I'm not a wizard! I'm not! Harry's the freak in this house!" Dudley yelled. "YOU'RE LYING! YOU'RE A HORRIBLE WOMAN FOR SAYING THAT TO ME!"
"DUDLEY YOU WILL CALM DOWN THIS INSTANT! NEVER YELL AT YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT!" Vernon roared. Dudley shrank back. "Now," Vernon said after a few deep breaths. "Lets go talk about this in the kitchens." He led the way there, a set look on his face. Dudley gave Harry a shocked look as he walked by him, hurrying after his father into the kitchen. Petunia followed her son and Harry tried to sneak back up stairs. Unfortunately, Uncle Vernon yelled for him to get in the kitchen, too, so Harry obeyed, slinking down into one of the chairs surrounding the round table.
Vernon cleared his throat. "Dudley, son, you are a. a wizard." It looked like it pained him to say that. "Accept that fact."
Dudley nodded but said nothing.
"You'll be going with Harry to his school. er. Pig Warts, wasn't it?" He was speaking through clenched teeth, trying to stay calm.
"Hogwarts." Harry corrected. "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"Oh, yes, that's right. anyway, you'll be going with Harry there. He'll explain everything you need to know to you, for instance, how to act, what to do, what not to do. You will do exactly as Harry tells you." Vernon's voice was firm, and Dudley knew that he meant it.
"We'll also be giving you enough money to buy all your books and robes." Aunt Petunia added. "Harry will be with you as you buy them."
"But! But why does HE have to be there! Why can't you?"
"Because we. Dudley, we don't fit in where you'll have to get your stuff. Harry, on the other hand, does. He will show you where everything is."
"But MUM!" "Hey, you think I like this anymore then you do?" Harry demanded. "But I'm going to do this. You're going to need all the help you can get, Dudley. More so, since you'll be learning with kids around eleven years old, and you, you're sixteen!"
"WHAT? Why aren't I going to be in classes with you?"
"You don't know as much as I do. You'll have to learn everything. I'll be done at Hogwarts while your still in your third year."
"Bu-but MUM! They can't do that, can they?" Dudley turned to his mother for support who only nodded.
"Its not fair!"
"Dudley," Vernon said. "You'll buy your stuff with him, and he'll take care of you."
"Until we get to school, that is." Harry cut in. His uncle glared at him, and Harry just glared right back. "Hey, we may not even be in the same house. He'll probably be in Hufflepuff!"
"Huffle-what?" Vernon demanded.
"Hufflepuff. Its one of the four Hogwarts houses. The sorting hat sorts you into them. It's a er magical hat that judges your character and decides which house you'll be in."
"Which one are you in, boy?"
"Gryffindor."
"And which is the best?"
"Well, I guess it'd be Gryffindor..."
"Its settled then. Dudley will be in Gryffindor, too."
"Uncle Vernon, it's not like that," Harry protested. "You can't just say which house he'll be in."
Vernon sighed. "Go. Upstairs with you two." Neither of the boys moved. "I mean NOW." They jumped up and hurried out. ~*~*~ Harry walked quickly up the stairs, Dudley following. "I bet this is your fault, somehow." He complained loudly, purposely stepping on Harry's heals.

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Okay, this one's shorter then the last, but I want to end it in a place where I can start off the next chapter really well. I promise the next one'll be longer then this. R/R!