Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, J.K. does, end of story
Chapter Three
Dudley the Freak
"We are pleased to invite you to join our next class at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, blah, blah, blah..." Vernon and Petunia could not believe their eyes.
"My little Dudder-wudders is NOT a freak," shrieked Petunia.
Dudley, on the other hand, was quite pleased. "I, uh, never thought it was freaky- only Harry was freaky. I actually think it's kind of cool. Imagine all the things I can do for you and Pop. He can get a promotion at work. I can make any fine thing you want, Mum."
"Now dear, dear- our wise son has a point. We shouldn't think the same way we did of Harry. If our Dudley is a wizard, we MUST be thinking about things from the wrong end up."
"You're right dear, you're right," said Petunia, warming up to the idea of having power within the Dursley's control. "Well, we must get him ready right off."
McGonagall, as surprised as anyone that another member of the Dursley household had magical powers, was resigned to help as she could. After all, Lily had been a witch, and she had been Dudley's blood relative. Without anyone else to help them, she felt obliged to send Hagrid to orient Dudders to the ways of magic school.
And without Dudley at home at Privet Drive to take care of the new little puppy, Vern and Petunia were quite pleased when Aunt Marge generously offered to take on the pup as her own. With twelve dogs in all, the new one would've been a hardship, but she loved his little form and demeanor. "Oh, he's a sharp one, this one. Must have had a good bitch of a mum."