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Dudley Dursley wondered inwardly how it was that he came to be sitting at a table in a bar drinking with six wizards and witches. And he was enjoying himself. The night was strange from start to finish.
He had lost his job just that afternoon and had come to the bar to drown in his sorrows. Maybe find something (or someone) to make him forget that his roommate had threatened to give him the boot if he didn't come up with rent this month. That was when he saw the not very good looking but somehow incredibly sexy older guy in the corner. He didn't appear to be having a great time and Dudley wondered why he was here.
As the time went on, he watched the guy down several drinks and occasionally glance at the dance floor before ordering another drink. After a couple hours, he finally worked up the nerve to approach the man who radiated danger and sex appeal.
Image his surprise when he realized that the man was sitting next to his cousin, Harry! After years of wishing for the chance to apologize, he went and screwed it all up by reverting to his childhood behavior. But then he was treated to the sight of the object of his evening lust-fest kissing his cousin. If that wasn't enough, two more men joined; the blond sex god that half the bar had been lusting over and the brown hair man that if you were to describe, would be rather average looking, but somehow radiated a sort of animal magnetism that was feral and dangerous while at the same time being gentle and caring. Thinking back, all four men radiated menace and power. Seeing them all together was enough to make Dudley shiver and melt, even if one of them was his cousin. He just tried not to think about that part.
But when Harry retreated to the loo, the other three and the two girls that joined them all gave him looks filled with such rage and hatred that Dudley decided to make a hasty retreat. It was only seconds before he reviewed what he had said and moaned inwardly. His chance to change things and apologize and he messed up.
Quickly he went to the loo, hoping to catch Harry alone and was happy to see he was successful. After stuttering out an apology the two talked for a bit. Harry had, by some miracle, forgiven him and told him about the group at the bar. They chatted for the evening and prepared to leave when Harry invited him to stay.
Dudley hesitated for a few minutes. He really didn't have anywhere else to go. Sure, the apartment he was staying at, but when he roommate found out tomorrow that Dudley had lost yet another job, he was going to be kicked out anyhow. So he figured why not?
Next thing he knew he was standing in a large field, not a building or fence or anything in sight. Harry was trying to explain that the field was actually the house, and they had to hide it because of the fact that the group was always being hounded by reporters and other people. Dudley wasn't sure he understood what that was all about. He knew Harry was not telling him something. They grew up together, he recognized the signs. But frankly, he was a bit too drunk, tired and depressed to really care.
There was a 'pop' and suddenly a red-haired guy that looked like he had been dragged out of bed was standing in front of him. He looked familiar but Dudley couldn't place when they had met. After talking to the others in the group, the red-head gave him a nasty look, shoved a piece of paper into his hands and left.
Dudley looked down at the paper and saw an address written on it. No sooner had he finished reading it, and then a house came into view. No, not house…he didn't think the term mansion even covered it. In the back he thought he could see a swimming pool and to the side was a field with what looked like a bunch of loops on poles.
But the house was stunning. This was Harry's house! He felt like laughing. He couldn't believe this. When he asked his younger cousin about it, the brunette explained that they all bought it together. By the looks on the others faces, that wasn't entirely true.
They went inside and a strange little creature with huge eyes and ears appeared and was getting some sort of orders from Harry. The sudden appearance startled him for a moment and he reacted on instinct, the tail that came from his first experience with magic. He caught himself but not before Harry noticed.
Slowly it started to sink in to Dudley. All of this, Harry owned. His cousin, who wore castoff clothes, had Dudley's broken toys, and basically, nothing of his own…was rich! Incredibly rich. The lies that he and Harry had been raised with, starting with his parents being killed in a car accident, to them being unemployed, the magnitude of lies just kept growing. He wondered inwardly if Harry ever realized that Dudley had also been raised with the same lies. He always believed his Aunt Lily was married to a worthless drunk. Suddenly the humor bubbled out of him and Dudley started to laugh. Worthless? Hardly! From the looks of it, Potter could fit the entire house where they grew up in into just one room of this place.
Dudley found himself being led by the little creature down the hall. As he left he could hear the conversation start up almost immediately upon the door closing. He was taken to a bedroom that Dobby was telling him was going to take a few minutes to get ready, as they didn't get much company. Especially not showing up this late at night.
Dudley somehow felt he should be apologizing to the elf. He wasn't really sure what for but he felt that he was being subtly scolded.
The room he was shown to was amazing. It was easily the size of both his bedrooms growing up. The bed was enormous and he watched as the elf prepared the bed muttering the whole time. Suddenly the creature disappeared and reappeared moments later with a pair of pajamas. Dudley looked at the clothes and saw that they should fit him.
He changed into the clothes and climbed onto the bed. He wasn't sure he was tired. He did know he was feeling the gnawing hunger. It was real hunger, he told himself. It was just coping mechanism. Months of therapy to learn that. He was praised with food. The larger he got, the more praise his parents seemed to heap on him. They were always complaining about how scrawny and good for nothing Harry was, so Dudley had to be large.
Additionally, large men were 'real' men. Scrawny men were pathetic 'nancy boys' according to his father. As long as he was large, then he obviously wasn't gay and was still the perfect son.
But months of therapy and even more months of dieting and Dudley had gotten to a normal size. He still had to fight the temptation to eat whenever he found himself in situations he didn't feel comfortable. And all this magic was definitely not making him comfortable.
However, he had to admit, he was rather facinated. He had never really had a chance to get to know magic. The only experiances he had were rather unpleasant and aimed at tormenting him. He could see now however, it could be fun. Especially if the torment was reverted. He recalled the tongue incident and realized that if his parents had just let that guy fix his tongue right off, it would have kind of funny.
Suddenly he remembered where he had seen the red-head from earlier. The candy. He was the one that dropped the candy. He grinned and decided to himself not to take any more candy from him.
Finally, giving in slightly to the craving, he went to the bathroom and poured a glass of water. He downed the glass and went back to bed, the feeling of hunger temporarily fulfilled. After looking around for a bit trying to figure out the lighting, he finally gave up and lay down, covering his head with the blankets. He never noticed when the small elf came in and doused the light as he had fallen asleep almost immediately.