Written for THC round 2

House: Hufflepuff

Class: HoH

Prompt: [Last Line] Unfortunately, that wasn't the last they/he/she heard of that.

Drabble

Link/Title:Lost

WC: 725

Thanks to my teammates for the help (I'll edit the names later)


Dudley looked behind him as the stones started to rearrange themselves. When he'd followed Harry through, the wall had been open, leaving Dudley surprised as it closed up behind him. Not knowing if it was his only way back out or not, Dudley moved forwards, his eyes wide open at all the magic he was seeing.

Harry. That was why he came. His cousin was going to be in so much trouble once Dudley told his parents that Harry had gone to a magical area. On that note, Dudley began to look for his cousin, it wouldn't do to get separated now. As Dudley's eyes widened even further at everything he saw, he also skimmed the magical street for the black hair belonging to Harry as he tentatively took a few steps.

There! Dudley had caught a glimpse of black hair turning around a corner, that had to be Harry's.

Once Dudley reached the street and turned into it, he immediately felt chills going down his back. While the street he had previously been in was cheery and bright, this one was dark and creepy. It almost felt as if he had just walked into a scene of one of those films he loved to watch. Dudley considered turning back, but just as he was going to turn around, he remembered why he was there. If Harry could walk through this street, then so could he. With a glance in the windows of the shops next to him, Dudley kept walking.

It wasn't until he saw a shop called Borgin and Burkes that Dudley stopped walking. The shop itself looked dark, once again reminding Dudley of his horror movies. On second thought, maybe it hadn't been Harry that he'd seen coming in here. Dudley quickly turned around to make his way back to the bright and cheerful street, but found his path blocked by an old lady. Dudley tried to walk around her, but the old lady followed him.

"Now, now. What is such a pretty boy like you doing here? Come to have some fun have we?"

Dudley stuttered, "euhm, I-I—"

Fortunately for Dudley he was saved from answering as two guys who appeared to be in their mid thirties walked up to him and the lady.

"So here you are, we've been looking for you," the guy on the right said as the other guy made a sweeping gesture to the old lady.

"Move along, he's not interested."

And without waiting for a reply from either Dudley or the old lady, they began to herd Dudley back to Diagon Alley.

Upon reaching Diagon Alley the two older guys began to change, causing Dudley to take a step backwards. Only a few seconds later, two red-heads that Dudley was sure he'd seen before stood in front of him.

"Relax, we were saving you."

"What were you doing with that hag anyway?"

"And why were you in Knockturn Alley?"

"Do we know you?"

"Aren't you Harry's cousin?"

Dudley watched as the two now much younger looking guys in front of him ping-ponged questions at him. It was only with the last question that Dudley realised who was standing in front of him, and he started to slowly back away.

"You gave me those sweets! You are freaks just like Harry!" Dudley screamed, making passersby stop to look.

"Nothing to see here!" Fred said to those who stopped, "move along now."

George on the other hand, grabbed Dudley and pulled him towards the Leaky Cauldron, "first off, everyone here is a freak just like Harry. Second off, we saved your life. Now I suggest you go home and pretend this never happened."

Dudley nodded, ready to open his mouth, but before he could ask a question, he felt himself falling backwards onto the streets of London, the door to the pub that he had first entered through now closed right in front of him.

Dudley quickly stood up and made his way to a nearby underground station, thinking that the red-heads might be right. Today was something he wanted to forget and pretend had never happened. All these freaks running around, god knew what they could do to him. Hopefully nobody would tell Harry that he was following him around, and nothing would be said about today.

But unfortunately, that wasn't the last he heard of that.