The Old Meddling Witch and the Spell

by uk3-obeys-seme

Minerva never did trust those muggles. So, it should come as no surprise that, on a whim she went to check on Harry only to discover abuse. Armed with this knowledge she placed the Dursleys under a 500 year old spell. Not knowing the consequences it would hold, especially one Dudley Dursley. Warnings: N/C, Abuse, referenced Incest. Everything for an abuse sundae, ala la Uk3.

4. Naps

Disclaimer: Different from ao3

Harry was sitting at the table, speaking with Dudley's parents when the boy went to go and grab the mail. He noticed an odd letter, addressed to Harry. It was in green ink. "Hogwarts? What the bloody hell... Is that a school?" Harry asked as he ripped open the letter.

Mister and Misses Dursley stared at each other for a minute. "Ah. Yes Harry. It's the school your mother went too... " Petunia started. "And your father" Vernon finished. "It's a great school... But you can go to Smelting..." Vernon said. "Like I went!" He pressed his fat chest out a little.

Harry seemed to ignore them as he read. "Fuck me. Magic?" He said. "HARRY. LANGUAGE!" Petunia said, before smiling. "Yes. My sister was quite the charms master. Or so I am told... We told you magic was real Sugar Lumps" she cooed. "Yeah but I thought you were bollu-joking around" he said as he caught the glare. Petunia just smiled. But she looked a little scared.

"Me and your uncle need to chit chat darling... DUDLEY. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" She suddenly hollered as DUDLEY took her speech as a chance to sneak a bit of bacon. She slapped him. "... Sor-". "I *SMACK* DON'T WANT TO *SMACK* HEAR IT! CLEAN UP *SMACK* THEN OUT *SMACK* WITH YOU*SMACK* . OUT!" She hit him as she spoke. Dudley did his best to shield his head. He found himself glad she was just smacking him. "Sorry. Sorry. I'm going..." He said, trying to get to the kitchen. Harry laughed.

Several hours later it was settled. Harry would go to Hogwarts and if he didn't like it, he'd transfer to Smeltings. He'd still thrown a fit though when he'd seen that there was something he was not allowed to have (A broom). Dudley tried to ignore it and just do his chores.

The first day of school for Harry came surprisingly fast. Harry and his aunt and uncle had gone shopping and gathered all his things without bringing Dudley. The whole family, excluding Dudley had then left to go drop Harry off at the station.

Dudley knew that they would stop for lunch and probably get Harry something new. But he liked the alone time. It meant he could watch TV and maybe sneak a slice of bread.

It was a nice day and rather warm inside. Because of this and his running and chores, the boy thought it might be ok to take a short nap before he cleaned up. He left the bread open and the TV on. "20 minutes will do me good..."

He woke up to an angry yell. "DUDLEY!" His father's voice.