Summary: Harry harasses Dudley and gets away with it.
Rated: K+
Genre: General
Warning Tag: References Video Game Violence
Competition/Challenge Block:
Written for/Stacked with: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Term 14); Monthly Challenges for All (Year 4)
Hogwarts: Ravenclaw - A11 (Unsolved Mysteries #2: Write about taunting someone.)
MC4A: AU Bingo (2E-Gamer); Su Bings (4B-Power); Firework Factory (Speak Now); Community Garden (Crimson); Hunt (Kitchen); IC (In a Flash (Y); Bucket Listing (Y); Neurodivergent (Y); Disabled (Y); Lunar Era (Y); Gryffindor MC; Old Shoes (Y)
Word Count: 473
Grand Theft Auto
Harry took the stairs two at a time down to the foyer, slipping between the tower of packed moving boxes that were placed at the threshold of the living room to get to the kitchen. The corridor had been blocked with piles of boxes waiting to be loaded into the moving van. He spotted Dudley sitting on the floor where the coffee table used to be, huddling over his computer he'd yet to pack up.
Curious, Harry peered over his cousin's shoulder, only mildly curious as to what his cousin was doing instead of moving his own stuff to the truck—Which Harry knew could fill half a moving van in and of itself. Dudley was playing a video game as always, but it wasn't one Harry was familiar with. He was driving a car recklessly through the streets, and the view was birdseye, so the buildings were flat obstacles that lined the roads and alleyways. There were tiny pixelated people walking on the sidewalks if Harry squinted, and it seemed like Dudley was trying to out run some bobbies.
The odd splat sounds that came after a faint scream had Harry flinch when Dudley ran up onto the pavement, running over the pedestrians and leaving behind crude puddles of crimson behind in the tire marks.
"Wow, that is pretty dark, even for you, Duddykins," Harry remarked, making Dudley jump slightly.
"Don't call me Duddykins!" his cousin snapped, turning back to his game. "Interrupt me again and I'll pummel you."
"Being chased by bobbies and running people over," Harry continued, unfazed. "Practicing for your future I see. Very dignified."
He could see Dudley's face reddened, and based on how white his knuckles were on the little joystick-like controller he used to play the game with indicated, his cousin was trying very hard to not snap at him, and Harry knew it.
"It's just a game, Potter," Dudley hissed, jerking the joystick to try and avoid a bobber vehicle that ended up slamming into his car. The words "Wasted" showed up on the screen and Dudley growled. "You made me lose."
"You didn't need the help, trust me," Harry said, stepping back when Dudley tried to swipe at his ankles. "Shouldn't you be packing this up, anyway?"
Dudley only glared at him. "I'm not the movers, that's their job."
"For the boxes, yeah. They'll leave this pile of junk here if it isn't packed, though," Harry pointed out, giving Dudley a sarcastically smug look.
"Whatever," Dudley grumbled, resetting his game. "I just wanted to try my new game while I had the chance."
"You mean trying out your future career path?"
Harry almost knocked over a neatly stacked box tower to avoid Dudley's meaty arm that tried to deck him, heading into the kitchen now to scavenge for something to eat, satisfied with his antics.
