Disclaimer/if I ever met the great J.K. Rowling I would ask for advice on how to write HP fanfiction
AN: Thank you for all the reviews and followers This story started as one-shot inspired by 'A Young Broken Soul'. It just sorta grew and it is because of your support. You might find this chapter to be dull but I just found it easy to write Dudley so I wrote a lot just around Dudley. Happy Friday. I might get one more update before finals next week.
Dear Elementary school staff
Here is some tragic news. There seems to have been a abused and bullied student at this school. I want you to be on the watch out to find the victim of the bully.
The bully is Dudley Dursley and the student is Harry Potter. Please keep a eye on both of these students. Also keep an eye on Dudley's friends the student who brought this to my attention he has friends that help him in the crimes. That is all.
Mrs. Jenkins,the fourth grade teacher,read this over on this Wensday morning. She is the current teacher of both Harry Potter and Dudley Dursley.
Whenever a teacher tries to talk to Dudley's parents about his behavior they threaten with a lawsuit and one determined soul went so far as to give Dudley detention. That soul got fired afterword. Their story is a cautionary tale among the teachers. Do not mess with the Dursleys.
By the time she got him she didn't even try to correct his behavior. The failure of the others who have tried and failed were just a hopeless message to her. She did act strict and made examples of others. He quickly altered his behavior but is still leaps and bounds away from being a model student. She thought Harry might of been the victim to a teasing or maybe a little homework stealing from his cousin but not this bad. She felt ashamed of trying not to help her student.
Dudley's Day
Dudley was mad he didn't get to wake the freak up this morning. He enjoys lumbering down to the stairs just to wake him up. When he tried to do it this morning he felt stupid when Potter didn't walk out with bits of plaster in his hair to make him breakfast.
Dudley does not like change. He likes his routine. He may not really like the freak but he is a part of his life. Well was a part of his life. Since that girl stuck her nose in his family's business, he can't find stable ground to stand on. "Everything is changing and nothing is the same. This is all's that girls fault!"
His face was getting hot from his frustration. He didn't want to have a outburst and for people to whisper behind his back about it. He breathed shakily trying to calm himself. He felt someone staring at the back of her head.
He turned around to see Mrs. Jenkins put her head down. "Great now the teacher is staring at me. I wonder if the freak will show up? I am gonna have him answer some of my questions if he does." He thought the last part with a bit of angry determination. With his mind away from that girl he calmed rather quickly. His breathing patterns was back to normal. His face its natural complexion which is honestly tinged a little red.
Dudley stares at the door waiting for the hedgehog hair head to walk through the door with his scotch tapped glasses and sickeningly green eyes. The clock was ticking down. The boy he was waiting for was nearly late.
Dudley wanted something to be the same today.
Then he saw Potter walking in wearing a lightly faded clothes that properly fit. Not his old clothes that was three sizes to big. Mrs Otto threw Harrys outfit she in the trash after he changed into one of her husbands old tee shirt that was like a dress on the small child. She didn't even bother noticing the carefully mended holes in the outfit. The next morning Mr Otto decided to give him some clothes from when his daughter was younger. In this moment and time he was happy his daughter was into wearing boys clothes. Harry was joyful to wear some cloths that actually fit for once. He put them in without complaint thinking they were a huge improvement from Dudley's rags.
His glasses not longer had duct tape;it was replaced by a clear tape. Nearly the whole frame were rapped in the tape though no longer giving such the dorky appearance. Behind them were those green eyes. Unlike before though there is a appearance of a light being put out. He looked miserable walking in. Dudley was relieved at that something didn't change in about cousin.
The whole class he was waiting for recess. He would normally distract himself by flinging bits of balled up paper at Potters head,but the teacher was watching him like a hawk. He might not be in as much trouble as other students he could still be embarrassed by the teacher.
By the end he was restless. His body was jiggling from his tapping foot. The whole class he didn't hear a word the teachers said. The only good thing was he was so focused on the idea of getting out he couldn't think of anything else for all morning classes.
"Oh look at the time. Looks like we are done for the morning. Line up to go to lunch and recess." She said while looking at the clock.
Dudley jumped out of his seat with joy. He nearly fell over from the force. He didn't care though he rushed into line to get to break.
Dudley enjoyed himself during the lunch portion of his midday break. All of the teachers on lunch duty was watching him. He brushed it aside just thinking he was paranoid. He ignored the stares and focused on talking to his friends. He was still kind of mad about Monday and them not listening to him but water under the bridge. During lunch he explained that they are going to corner Harry.
After Monday his gang felt a little guilty betraying him in his moment of need. They readily agreed.
When lunch was over all the fourth graders went outside. They started to hunt for Harry. This was in vain of course. They couldn't find him anywhere they looked. They asked around trying to find him. All of their peers shook their head saying I don't know. One annoyed fourth grader said "No I don't and even if I did why would I tell you."
With a teacher watching their every move Dudley couldn't do what he wanted to do at the moment. After recess his not do great day got worse. His afternoon lesson was not any better than his mornings but he didn't have recess to look forward this time round.
By the end of class he nearly ripped the door off when he rushed out.
When he got outside he saw his parents surrounded by junior high schoolers. Even though he was happy he didn't have to walk like yesterday he was worried for his mother. Both of his parents can be a bit hotheaded he was worried she will do something she will regret. She is not the most rational person when angry.
He can not count how many times she has exploded at human service over the phone.
"Mum lets go" he screamed less at his mum and more at the teens around her.
Instead of them getting the message one girl turned to face him. "Are you Dudley Dursley?"
Taking one out of that rude kids book, "What makes you think I'll tell you."
They started to crowd him. Just like reporters they asked questions. A really rude one just threw insults at him.
He was stunned. He got his wits together and pushed through the crowd. They followed him to the car still asking and insulting him. They did this to his mum too.
Dudley was angry. He directed his anger with blaming Harry and that girl.
When he got home he sat in his room to sulk about his day. The freak never came back to the house. He heard a shouted whispered from the kitchen. He asked to eat in his room. His parents didn't look too happy at the request but let him do it.
He had a restless sleep hat night. His dreams were full of dark green eyes and a cackle of a strange girl.
