Dudley Dursley and the Golden Eye
By: SleepyAngel
6: Wands, Eyes, & a Godfather
"Well, Harry, try this one. Ten and a quarter inches, dragon heartstring, willow.
Very good for charms." Mr. Ollivander gave a wispy smile to Aunt Lily. "As your mother
has. Give it a wave." Harry did so, but the old man once again snatched it from his hand
and went back to the numerous boxes littering the shelves. "No, I suppose we'll have to
try...Ah! Eleven inches, unicorn hair..."
Dudley tuned out, having heard so many suggestions about wands and different
combinations and everything from the slightly creepy old man. He'd even heard a few
comments on Uncle James and Aunt Lily's wands, and how they were working. The man
seemed no nonsense, but a bit excited that it was "Lily and James' Harry" coming to get
his wand. Uncle James leaned over to whisper in his ear, noticing the glazed look on his
face, "Maybe you want to wait outside until it's your turn?" Dudley nodded gratefully and
snuck out the door, not really having to bother since the others were so interested in
Harry's new wand.
In the warm sunshine and bustle of activity and noise, Dudley relaxed after the
strange, harsh hush and slight darkness in the wandmaker's shop. He didn't know what to
think about Mr. Ollivander, who seemed a little crazy for a moment, lost in thoughts of
wands, then completely serious and sane the next about issues and problems his wands had
caused. Uncle James and Aunt Lily admired him very much, so Dudley decided he must be
a good guy.
Dudley closed his eyes for a second, only to feel something soft and flitty brush
against his cheek. He opened them to see that beautiful owl again. Smiling, he reached a
hand up to her head, and into his open hand she dropped a piece of wood. He frowned and
looked into her eyes, only to find with a jolt they were different somehow. He couldn't
explain how, but they seemed deeper, unlike animal's eyes. For a scared second, he
wondered if this animal was an Animagus. The thought was brushed away when his
curiousity turned his thoughts about the wood the bird had given him and he looked more
closely at the stick. The more he looked at it, the more certain he knew it wasn't just a
stick. This was a wand.
Disbelieving, Dudley stared at the bird, who seemed to hypnotize him with those
golden--wait, blue?--eyes. He blinked, to clear the confusion in his mind, and to see that
the eyes were gold, not blue. Why he'd seen blue, he didn't know. Maybe he was in the sun
too long. It was getting to be near lunch time, the sun high above him and able to make
anyone drowsy.
"I better go in now," Dudley told the owl, not feeling at all foolish for talking to a
bird, even if it probably wouldn't understand. To his surprise--but then, it didn't seem too
strange--, the owl flew away, as if it knew what he'd said, Dudley realized he still was
holding the wand. Pondering what to do with it, he decided the best idea was to take it in
with him and show the adults. They would know what to do with it.
The sight that greeted his eyes when he went in was happy one. Harry had found
his wand--his own wand--and was trying out little spells for an excited pair of parents. Mr.
Ollivander, though he didn't look like he totally approved, let the black haired boy do as he
wished. Dudley cleared his throat, knowing that he shouldn't break into the private
'worship Harry' session, but wanting to get some attention too.
"Ah, yes. Dudley. Now let me see what we have," Mr. Ollivander said, turning his
back to sort through the boxes of wands once again. Dudley, not knowing what came over
him, raised the wand from the owl in his hand and asked, "What about this one?"
Mr. Ollivander turned and frowned, obviously displeased with the young boy for
holding a wand that he'd not been given. Holding back words, he gave a slightly impatient
nod and Dudley waved it around, having seen Harry do it a dozen times. Instantly, powder
blue sparks shot from the end and sprinkled the air like snow. Mr. Ollivander's eyes
widened in surprise, but he quickly composed himself.
"Well, that was easy," he mumbled, something more being calculated behind his
sharp eyes. Mr. Ollivander turned to Aunt Lily and Uncle James, and, with a slight smile,
said, "That will be eight Sickles and three Knuts."
The two proud parents paid for their purchases and the four left the shop.
"What do we buy next, Harry?" Uncle James' asked, carrying the wand bag as they
walked aimlessly around Diagon Alley. Aunt Lily carried two other bags, one with robes
and clothing, the other filled with potion ingrediants. Harry and Dudley each carried a bag
of books.
Harry didn't think long after surveying the bags, checking off what he had. His
eyes lit up when he realized what he still needed. "My owl? Please?"
Uncle James' smiled and ruffled his son's hair. "Sure. And you, Dudley?"
They were close to the Magical Menagerie, and Dudley could hear the hooting and
feathers of the owls there. But the only animal he could think of possibly ever wanting was
that beauty of an owl that had visited him twice now, each time bringing something he
desperately wanted; first, to be a wizard, then a wand of his own. She was the only one he
wanted to own.
"No, that's okay," Dudley replied distractedly, already lost in daydreams of
someday owning that owl.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Don't be nervous. You can always call us if you want to see us. And on the
holidays you come home..." Aunt Lily reassured Dudley in front of Sirius' door, as she
smoothed red hair down, seeming more anxious than Dudley felt he was. They had already
seen Harry off earlier, along with all of his newly bought school supplies and his new pet
owl, Tubal. Dudley had refused a pet, having thought of that beautiful one he'd seen
earlier. If he couldn't have that owl, he didn't want any other. No one questioned his
refusal, and they went on, buying extra supplies to make the new home for each boy like
the Potter's. Dudley proudly looked at his bag he carried on his shoulder, almost giddy
about the contents. Finally, things of his own that Harry couldn't claim.
With a deep exhale, Aunt Lily knocked on the door. They waited as heavy
footsteps approached and Dudley took a deep breath to keep his posture. He didn't have
much need of it though; he felt like he was filled of butter beer, warm and bubbly. Just
thinking of the possibilities now that he had the chance at being a wizard.....
"Lily!" The door was thrown up in a sudden movement, and Dudley jumped out of
a tall man's way. He caught himself before he stumbled and fell, and stood by as he
watched Sirius and Aunt Lily embrace fiercely.
"It's been so long," Dudley overheard Aunt Lily mutter, and Sirius agreed with a
mumble of his own. This remark seemed strange, considering Sirius had visited just last
month, and had stayed for a week. When the two finally seperated from their embrace,
their eyes turned to Dudley. He felt himself inwardly shrink at the close scrutination, and
he was sure that he must look horribly scared on the outside as well.
"So?" Aunt Lily asked, her gaze going back to Sirius, her eyes teary. Dudley had
no idea what she meant, but Siriust must have. He nodded gravely, and put a strong hand
on her shoulder.
"It'll be alright. Remember the prophecy," he said, the words soothing her. Still
confused, Dudley stood in front of them, clutching his bags, feeling very left out and
scared by it.
Aunt Lily unexpectedly pulled Dudley into another hug, holding him so tight that
he couldn't take a breath. He felt a tear drip onto the top of his head, and he wondered if
she was crying for him. "Goodbye, Dudley. I love you. And so does Uncle James." Those
words were enough to give Dudley strength enough to let the hug end, to let his second
mother go.
"I love you, too," Dudley said, suddenly choked up, realizing how much Aunt Lily
and Uncle James meant to him. Even Harry was close to him, a relation, parts of a family.
They meant more than anything to him, a blessing he didn't deserve. More than ever,
Dudley hoped that being a wizard would make the family complete.
Aunt Lily cast one more look over the two males, and she left on her broom over the
water again. Dudley watched her disappear over the horizon, leaving him on this island.
He felt a hand fall on his shoulder, keeping him standing, giving him a reason to leave all
he knew to start something new. And he added another blessing to his list.
By: SleepyAngel
6: Wands, Eyes, & a Godfather
"Well, Harry, try this one. Ten and a quarter inches, dragon heartstring, willow.
Very good for charms." Mr. Ollivander gave a wispy smile to Aunt Lily. "As your mother
has. Give it a wave." Harry did so, but the old man once again snatched it from his hand
and went back to the numerous boxes littering the shelves. "No, I suppose we'll have to
try...Ah! Eleven inches, unicorn hair..."
Dudley tuned out, having heard so many suggestions about wands and different
combinations and everything from the slightly creepy old man. He'd even heard a few
comments on Uncle James and Aunt Lily's wands, and how they were working. The man
seemed no nonsense, but a bit excited that it was "Lily and James' Harry" coming to get
his wand. Uncle James leaned over to whisper in his ear, noticing the glazed look on his
face, "Maybe you want to wait outside until it's your turn?" Dudley nodded gratefully and
snuck out the door, not really having to bother since the others were so interested in
Harry's new wand.
In the warm sunshine and bustle of activity and noise, Dudley relaxed after the
strange, harsh hush and slight darkness in the wandmaker's shop. He didn't know what to
think about Mr. Ollivander, who seemed a little crazy for a moment, lost in thoughts of
wands, then completely serious and sane the next about issues and problems his wands had
caused. Uncle James and Aunt Lily admired him very much, so Dudley decided he must be
a good guy.
Dudley closed his eyes for a second, only to feel something soft and flitty brush
against his cheek. He opened them to see that beautiful owl again. Smiling, he reached a
hand up to her head, and into his open hand she dropped a piece of wood. He frowned and
looked into her eyes, only to find with a jolt they were different somehow. He couldn't
explain how, but they seemed deeper, unlike animal's eyes. For a scared second, he
wondered if this animal was an Animagus. The thought was brushed away when his
curiousity turned his thoughts about the wood the bird had given him and he looked more
closely at the stick. The more he looked at it, the more certain he knew it wasn't just a
stick. This was a wand.
Disbelieving, Dudley stared at the bird, who seemed to hypnotize him with those
golden--wait, blue?--eyes. He blinked, to clear the confusion in his mind, and to see that
the eyes were gold, not blue. Why he'd seen blue, he didn't know. Maybe he was in the sun
too long. It was getting to be near lunch time, the sun high above him and able to make
anyone drowsy.
"I better go in now," Dudley told the owl, not feeling at all foolish for talking to a
bird, even if it probably wouldn't understand. To his surprise--but then, it didn't seem too
strange--, the owl flew away, as if it knew what he'd said, Dudley realized he still was
holding the wand. Pondering what to do with it, he decided the best idea was to take it in
with him and show the adults. They would know what to do with it.
The sight that greeted his eyes when he went in was happy one. Harry had found
his wand--his own wand--and was trying out little spells for an excited pair of parents. Mr.
Ollivander, though he didn't look like he totally approved, let the black haired boy do as he
wished. Dudley cleared his throat, knowing that he shouldn't break into the private
'worship Harry' session, but wanting to get some attention too.
"Ah, yes. Dudley. Now let me see what we have," Mr. Ollivander said, turning his
back to sort through the boxes of wands once again. Dudley, not knowing what came over
him, raised the wand from the owl in his hand and asked, "What about this one?"
Mr. Ollivander turned and frowned, obviously displeased with the young boy for
holding a wand that he'd not been given. Holding back words, he gave a slightly impatient
nod and Dudley waved it around, having seen Harry do it a dozen times. Instantly, powder
blue sparks shot from the end and sprinkled the air like snow. Mr. Ollivander's eyes
widened in surprise, but he quickly composed himself.
"Well, that was easy," he mumbled, something more being calculated behind his
sharp eyes. Mr. Ollivander turned to Aunt Lily and Uncle James, and, with a slight smile,
said, "That will be eight Sickles and three Knuts."
The two proud parents paid for their purchases and the four left the shop.
"What do we buy next, Harry?" Uncle James' asked, carrying the wand bag as they
walked aimlessly around Diagon Alley. Aunt Lily carried two other bags, one with robes
and clothing, the other filled with potion ingrediants. Harry and Dudley each carried a bag
of books.
Harry didn't think long after surveying the bags, checking off what he had. His
eyes lit up when he realized what he still needed. "My owl? Please?"
Uncle James' smiled and ruffled his son's hair. "Sure. And you, Dudley?"
They were close to the Magical Menagerie, and Dudley could hear the hooting and
feathers of the owls there. But the only animal he could think of possibly ever wanting was
that beauty of an owl that had visited him twice now, each time bringing something he
desperately wanted; first, to be a wizard, then a wand of his own. She was the only one he
wanted to own.
"No, that's okay," Dudley replied distractedly, already lost in daydreams of
someday owning that owl.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Don't be nervous. You can always call us if you want to see us. And on the
holidays you come home..." Aunt Lily reassured Dudley in front of Sirius' door, as she
smoothed red hair down, seeming more anxious than Dudley felt he was. They had already
seen Harry off earlier, along with all of his newly bought school supplies and his new pet
owl, Tubal. Dudley had refused a pet, having thought of that beautiful one he'd seen
earlier. If he couldn't have that owl, he didn't want any other. No one questioned his
refusal, and they went on, buying extra supplies to make the new home for each boy like
the Potter's. Dudley proudly looked at his bag he carried on his shoulder, almost giddy
about the contents. Finally, things of his own that Harry couldn't claim.
With a deep exhale, Aunt Lily knocked on the door. They waited as heavy
footsteps approached and Dudley took a deep breath to keep his posture. He didn't have
much need of it though; he felt like he was filled of butter beer, warm and bubbly. Just
thinking of the possibilities now that he had the chance at being a wizard.....
"Lily!" The door was thrown up in a sudden movement, and Dudley jumped out of
a tall man's way. He caught himself before he stumbled and fell, and stood by as he
watched Sirius and Aunt Lily embrace fiercely.
"It's been so long," Dudley overheard Aunt Lily mutter, and Sirius agreed with a
mumble of his own. This remark seemed strange, considering Sirius had visited just last
month, and had stayed for a week. When the two finally seperated from their embrace,
their eyes turned to Dudley. He felt himself inwardly shrink at the close scrutination, and
he was sure that he must look horribly scared on the outside as well.
"So?" Aunt Lily asked, her gaze going back to Sirius, her eyes teary. Dudley had
no idea what she meant, but Siriust must have. He nodded gravely, and put a strong hand
on her shoulder.
"It'll be alright. Remember the prophecy," he said, the words soothing her. Still
confused, Dudley stood in front of them, clutching his bags, feeling very left out and
scared by it.
Aunt Lily unexpectedly pulled Dudley into another hug, holding him so tight that
he couldn't take a breath. He felt a tear drip onto the top of his head, and he wondered if
she was crying for him. "Goodbye, Dudley. I love you. And so does Uncle James." Those
words were enough to give Dudley strength enough to let the hug end, to let his second
mother go.
"I love you, too," Dudley said, suddenly choked up, realizing how much Aunt Lily
and Uncle James meant to him. Even Harry was close to him, a relation, parts of a family.
They meant more than anything to him, a blessing he didn't deserve. More than ever,
Dudley hoped that being a wizard would make the family complete.
Aunt Lily cast one more look over the two males, and she left on her broom over the
water again. Dudley watched her disappear over the horizon, leaving him on this island.
He felt a hand fall on his shoulder, keeping him standing, giving him a reason to leave all
he knew to start something new. And he added another blessing to his list.