~Chapter 8~
[St. Brutus' Orphanage for Incurably Violent Boys]
Dudley Dursley was now 13 years old and was giddy at finally spending his last night in this hell known as St. Brutus Orphanage. He would finally get to spend time outside and eat food that didn't taste like anything. He may have lost some weight, but he was still as dumb and lazy as before. He didn't put any effort into doing school work and he was scorned by his old friends back at Pivet Drive and loathed harshly at the public school that he was forced to attend.
He didn't attend public school at first and was homeschooled at the orphanage like the rest of the younger children, but the teachers quickly grew sick of his bratty behavior and refused to work with him any longer. After the 12th teacher refused to work with him, the matron had enough and decided to send him to public school, where he was immediately targeted as a victim on the first day.
It was probably because he and Vernon used to staunchly make fun of those who went to public school and showed off all their money and power, but when he arrived on the first day was when the 'fun' began.
He was made into the school's punching bag and that only made him more bitter as nobody wanted him around due to the sins of his parents, one being a child molester and the other being a neglectful, vindictive, horse-faced bitch.
But Dudley wouldn't have to worry about being the school's punching bag for long. After all, he was sentenced to military school.
[September 4, 1994 - At too-fucking-early o'clock]
Dudley was sleeping on the uncomfortable mattress until he was suddenly woken up by the matron who pulled him off the bed and made him get dressed, all his bags were packed and he was in the front of the orphanage at 6:30 AM.
Dudley was barely awake as he was swaying from side to side but the matron gave him an elbow to the ribs to keep him awake and still until the two of them saw a dark gray bus make its way around the corner.
When it pulled up, a man came out to the two standing on the steps of the orphanage and said, "Is Dudley Dursley present?"
"Yes, this is him," The matron said, pointing at the boy who looked like he wanted to be asleep in his hard bed then be standing here in the crisp morning air.
"Come on, then," The bus driver said, grabbing Dudley's bag to place on the bus.
"Bye, old bitch! I'm never coming back!" He said as he flipped her off before he got on the bus.
The old woman watched him leave before letting out a sigh and said, "Finally! No more of that miserable brat and now I get to rest easily. Maybe, I'll treat everyone to second deserts after dinner today."
Dudley fell asleep with a rumbling snore as the bus made its' way to collect more and more teenagers until the bus was full and as dawn turned to day, the group of boys finally arrived in front of the gates of Ashthorne Miltary Academy.
[Ashthorne Miltary Academy]
Everyone was led out of the bus and got into a single file line as a clean-shaven man in a stiff uniform with the logo of the academy on his right arm along with spit-shined boots with his cap, neatly placed on his shaven head and on his hip was a riding crop. Several people silently gulped at seeing that riding crop.
"Alright, you pieces of shit. My name is Sergeant Daniel Matthews and as of today, all your asses are mine. You were all sent here for a variety of reasons, whether of your own accord or not, I don't give two wet donkey shits. You all are here now and I am here to train all of you to become the best damn cadets of this academy."
He started to walk up and down the line, looking every single recruit in the eye before swiftly stopping at the center of the line, where Dudley Dursley was right in his line of sight.
"All you shit heads are going to have your heads shaved, then you are going to have your uniforms put on before heading to the barracks to set up shop after which I expect all of you to be in front of your beds at 1100 hours. Do you understand my orders, you pieces of filth?"
"Sir, yes sir!" Everyone shouted
"Good. Now-" "Sir?"
The sergeant looked at them, his eyes sharpen to that of a wolf's as those in line were cursing whoever spoke and Dudley said, "When is lunch time?"
All the teenagers surrounding him were glaring at him from the corner of their eyes before the Sergeant gave a cold chuckle, touching his hat before making his way to stand two inches away from Dudley, his height making him tower over him as he said, "You want food, huh? You must be a disgusting fat body huh?"
"A what?" Dudley asked, confused
"Fat boy! On your knees!" He ordered
Dudley continued to stand as he said, "Why?"
Matthew narrowed his eyes at him, before stomping on Dudley's foot making howl in pain before, the sergeant knocked him on his ass as he hissed, "On. Your. Knees..."
Dudley did as what he was ordered as Matthew lowered his hand and said, "Now choke yourself."
Dudley started to do that, before Matthew snapped at him and said, "No, you pathetic ass, with my hand!"
He then reached out to grab his hand, but Matthew pulled his hand away and said, "I said, choke yourself, scumbag."
Dudley then put his neck in Matthew's hand where he tightens his grip on his neck with enough force that he could rip out his throat.
Dudley was choking as Matthew hollered, "Are you hungry now?"
"Sir...No, sir," He replied
"Bullshit. I don't believe that. I bet you can snort down an entire pack of cookies you little pig. Now tell me. Are you hungry!"
"SIR, NO SIR!" Dudley choked out, darkness bleeding into his vision
Matthew then released Dudley who fell on his ass and slowly got up and stood in line.
"Because of your little outburst, you are making everyone run across the entire academy building three times before you will get your heads shaved and you will be served last...if there is anything left for a disgusting fat body such as yourself," He spat as Dudley kept his mouth shut.
Matthew then spoke to the rest of the group, saying, "Now, all of your names are no longer important. They are the shit that fills your tube socks every night. Right now, all of you are nameless unwanted, unwashed cunts of society that need a good spit polishing. Now get your miserable flappy asses moving. I want those laps yesterday. Move, maggots, move, move!"
Everyone then rushed to complete their laps as Matthew frowned at them all, scrambling ahead...like pigs for food.
After running the three laps and getting their heads shaven everyone went to the barracks with their bags.
[Barracks]
Everyone picked a bed, putting all their things in a footlocker and as Dudley rummaged through his belongings and much to his shock he found a half-eaten jelly donut in it as he wondered how could he forgot that he stole several of them from several students from his school.
As he put them in his footlocker, as everyone was lying on their beds, taking in the peace while they still had it, ignoring Dudley altogether, the dreaded voice of the sergeant rang out, making everyone jump to make their way in front of their beds.
"Drop your cocks and socks, I am coming in and I expect everything in order and everyone in position!"
Everyone stood on top of their footlockers with their feet together, their hands at the ribs with their fingers pressed together as the sergeant slammed open the door as he walked in to see the barracks in working order before looking at the shitstains under his command and saw them all standing in position.
"Seem you miserable cunts are able to follow simple instructions..." He drawled as he slowly walked forward, examining everyone as he stated what they needed to fix.
"Trim 'em, Snowball."
"Toe jam. Pee-wee."
"Pop that blister, Mutt."
Matthew then passed and looked at Dudley, but frowned when he looked at his footlocker and said, "Jesus H. Christ."
He pulled off the lock that was on Dudley's footlocker, before standing up, looking Dudley right in the eye and yelled, "Private Doughboy! Why is your footlocker unlocked?"
"Sir, I don't know, sir."
"Private Doughboy if there is one thing in this world that I hate it is an unlocked footlocker, you know that don't you?"
"Sir, yes sir!"
"If it wasn't for dickheads like you, there would be no thievery in this world, would there?"
"Sir, no sir!"
"Get down!" He snarled, pointing to the floor to where Dudley did as he was told
Matthew then flipped open his footlocker, pulling off the top shelf of his footlocker and said, "Well now, let's just see if there is anything missing?" He finished, dumbing his items on the floor.
He then inspected his footlocker, before freezing, the air in the room becoming much colder as the privates in the room, held their breath and looked straight ahead, not wanting to incur the wrath of their commanding officer as his voice became nearly poisonous as he said, "Holy Jesus...What is that? What. the fuck is that?"
He then moved to scream in the face of Dudley, holding up a jelly donut and said, "What is that private Doughboy?!"
"Sir, a jelly donut, sir!"
"A jelly donut?"
"Sir, yes, sir!"
"How did it get here?"
"Sir, I hid it in my bag before I was transferred here, sir!"
"Is chow allowed in the barracks, private doughboy?"
"Sir, no, sir!"
"Are you allowed to eat jelly donuts, private doughboy?
"Sir, no sir!"
"And why not?"
"Sir, because I am fat, sir!"
"Because you are a disgusting fat body, private doughboy!"
"Sir, yes, sir!"
"Then why did you hide a jelly donut in your footlocker, private doughboy?"
"Sir, because I was hungry, sir!"
"Because you were hungry..." He stated, his dark eyes boring into Dudley's before swiftly turning around and addressed everyone.
"Private doughboy has dishonored himself and dishonored the platoon. As of right now, all your fates are connected to him. You people are to help me whip him into shape but let me make this clear, every time that Private Doughboy fucks up, you all do as well. Except Private Doughboy will not face any of the punishment. All of you will take his punishment and all of you owe me for one jelly donut. Now get on your faces!"
Everyone got off their footlockers and got into position.
"Open your mouth!" He snarled at Dudley who opened his mouth and his jelly donut was crammed inside it.
"They're paying for it, you eat it!" He spat as he walked away
"Ready! Exercise!" He hollered as everyone did pushups while shouting the chant, "One. Two. Three. Four. I. Love. Marine. Core!"
Dudley just stood in the middle of it all, chewing on his jelly donut, knowing that it was going to be in for a horrible time as the hatred towards him only grew larger as he could see and feel everyone giving him the stink eye.
[Obstacle Course]
Everyone woke up at the asscrack of dawn as everyone rushed to the showers for a quick cold one before lining up outside to see the sergeant looking exactly how he did yesterday, sharply dressed in his iron-pressed uniform and spit-shined boots.
"Get moving, ladies."
Everyone was led to the first obstacle which was wearing they had to pull themselves upward on the thick ropes before jumping down safely as they ran the course, the sun was rising across the horizon as the group made their way around the obstacle course.
As Dudley was once more subjected to Sergeant Matthew usual poisonous vitriol as he failed to do the obstacle course.
He couldn't complete the bars due to his weight and was holding up the line and was told by him to move on as the rest of privates moved through the training, then as everyone got the wooden structures, Dudley once again failed to get up, much to the irritation of the group and Matthew.
Matthew finally snapped and lost it after Dudley couldn't get up and over the wooden structure of the last obstacle.
The sergeant was sitting on top of the obstacle where everyone was climbing up and Dudley was halfway up the obstacle, but he clutched the top board of wood and looked down, he couldn't climb over it.
Matthew snapped and said, "Are you shitting me, Doughboy? You can't complete the simplest of obstacles and this is the easiest one you can complete and you can't even do it? You...miserable donkey-looking piece of shit! Get the fuck off my obstacle! Get the fuck down off of my obstacle! I'm going to rip your balls off so you cannot containment the rest of the world!"
As Dudley climbed down as people moved past him and he went around the obstacle course as Matthew hollered at another sergeant to keep on him and make him run around the academy until he puked before taking him to the fight ring.
The sergeant did just that and as he was dragging Dudley to the fight ring, Dudley felt something crack from within him. It was like a loud echoing sound echoing in his ears before he was tossed into the ring and was tossed a helmet and a padded spear. (AN: Don't recall the name of what they used in that scene)
[Fighting Ring]
His opponent was Joker, the private who slept in the bed next to him as he already prepared to fight as Dudley put on his helmet and grabbed the padded spear and got in a defensive position.
Joker attacked first, hitting repeatedly, but while Dudley got some good hits in, Joker forced him out of the ring, as everyone cheered unaware that several more cracks formed in Dudley's little mind.
[Several days later...]
Everyone was lined up for lunch and Dudley was served last and he wasn't given a cup of pudding for dessert, but the lady said, "We ran out of dessert. Deal with it."
Dudley moved to sit an empty table and eat by himself as he planned revenge as he was on dish duty. He was going to make the food horrible for the next breakfast rush, but what he didn't know that he was being recorded and the lunch lady reported him after he left.
As everyone slept, the door slammed open, making everyone snap awake as they prepare to stand in front of their beds, but the Sergeant avoided them and made his way to the still sleeping Dudley and kicked him out of bed.
Dudley fought his way out of the blankets to look up to see the livid face of his sergeant glaring down at him before he grabbed by his neck and said, "I have had it. It's not even the end of the first month and you annoyed me enough to use my cruelest form of punishment."
He then told everyone, "Follow me."
Everyone followed after him as he dragged Dudley along until they reached a small cement room which had a metal door and Dudley was forced inside.
"You are going to stay in there for the rest of day, try not to make an embarrassment of my platoon even more than you usually do," Before he slammed the door shut leaving Dudley alone as he called everyone back to bed.
Dudley basked in the silence before he felt his heart pound in his chest as he started to feel claustrophobic as the room he was forced him reminded him of the time he was locked in his room at the orphanage when he went through one of his rages.
Dudley spent the entire day in the hole, for his only thoughts keeping him company and if that wasn't enough, he really needed to take a shit and he couldn't hold it back anymore and messed up his pants.
Thirty minutes later, the door opened and the scent that came out, caused several privates to curse under their breath before the sergeant raised a hand for silence.
He then ordered Dudley to get out of his filth and stand as everyone sneered at him, making him want to curl into himself as Matthew firmly stated.
"Doughboy...You are to clean yourself up immediately and then you are to clean the hole until it is so perfect you can eat off it, do you understand?"
Dudley said in a dead tone, "Sir, yes, sir."
"Now, get the hell out of my sight."
Dudley left as everyone watched him leave before the good was given another punishment for Dudley's fuck up as they were still smarting from the last one and most of the privates had enough.
They all decided when they got a chance, they were going to give Dudley a blanket party.
[Dead of Night: Barracks]
Everyone snuck out of their beds, carrying socks filled with a bar of soap as four people held the corners of Dudley's blanket, holding him in place as one got a cloth and forced it into Dudley's mouth where he snapped awake and tried to get up, but he realized he was restrained as people came forward hitting him with bars of soap.
Two by two, they all came and went hitting Dudley with the bars of soap until the one holding the cloth to Dudley's mouth removed and said, "It's just a dream fat boy. Night, night," before Dudley was knocked unconscious.
"You all ready?" He said, to five other privates who nodded
They got covers under Dudley and dragged him away from the barracks and placed him in the hole where nobody would notice him as everyone was on their best behavior as they wouldn't be under Sergeant Matthew's supervision for tomorrow's training.
Dudley woke up hours later in the hole and he hollered for someone to let him out until he stopped, he was left alone, he was all alone. The realization that nobody cared about him, no one would pander to his whims. Everything has sunk in, he finally realized that he was in Elizabeth's position when she lived with us as he thought one last thing.
'I'm the freak...'
He then fainted as the little remains of whatever was left of his sanity was gone and the last thing he heard was his mind shattering like glass.
Three days later, a janitor was strolling past the hole and he only had that to clean and he opened it and was shocked to the dead eyes of a private staring back at him, making him inwardly flinch.
"No one told me, that they were going to be in the hole today. I suppose you can come out, now."
Dudley crawled out and said, "Thank you, sir."
He then left before he left for the showers and to change into his pajamas to sleep as everyone would be back later as Dudley was left with a blank face.
Ever since he was left in the hole for three days, Dudley hadn't screwed up once, he did the obstacle course, did what he was told and ate what he was given. The barracks relaxed, knowing they would no longer deal with extra punishments and enjoyed that Dursley was silent and didn't complain, but Joker found it rather strange.
He liked that Dudley did everything he was supposed to, but felt a stone form at the pit of his stomach when he heard Dudley talking to his rifle and when he expressed his concerns he was waved off and as they said, "He would be discharged later."
Finally, it was a month before graduation, everyone was preparing for the last stretch and needed a good night's sleep.
[Late Night: Barracks]
Private Joker slightly groaned awake to find out that he needed to take a piss, but he noticed that Dudley was no longer there, making him shrug his shoulders and thought, 'He must have gone outside for some air. He's been doing that lately...'
As he went to the toilets, he saw Dudley sitting on a toilet, loading real bullets into his rifle as Joker said, "Private Doughboy?"
Dudley snapped his head in Joker's direction, making him want to step back as he recognized the look in Dudley's eye, it was the look of a person who completely lost it as he gave Joker a grin.
"No. Not anymore! I'm not Private Doughboy! You can call me your death!" He snarled as he cocked his rifle pointing at Joker's head
Joker raised his arms as he said, "Put the rifle down. You don't want to do this? We are almost done. We don't need this. Do you really want all our efforts to go to waste?"
"You mean your efforts!" Dudley yelled, taking a shot at Joker who ducked, but the bullet grazed his shoulder, making him curse as he fell on his ass.
"You don't want to do this, Dudley."
"I didn't want this. I didn't want to be here! I never wanted to be here! I hate it here, and I hate all of you! You...and the fuckers leaving me in that hole."
"Dudley...did they leave you in the hole during the three-day break?" Joker concluded
Dudley responded with another shot, that missed but caused a hole beside Joker's head, making his ears ring.
"You help them. You are just like the rest."
"Dudley, I am sorry. Is that what you want me to say?"
Dudley put the rifle down slightly before raising it back in position and said, "No. I want you and everyone else to die."
Joker closed his eyes and waited for the end until the door was kicked open and startling the two privates who looked to see Sergeant Matthew who walked into the bathroom.
"I had a feeling your behavior was strange, to go from pathetic to sublime, it was too quick a change and then I finally realized it, you are off your nut."
"No more...I'll kill you!" He said as Matthew squinted his eyes at him, before glancing behind him to see Private Joker clutching his bleeding shoulder.
"Status, Private."
"He was put in the hole during the three-day break and he completely lost it. He's planning on killing all of us."
Dudley laughed, making the two look at him... as he put the weapon in his mouth and pulled the trigger before either of them could do anything as Dudley's brains splattered all over the floor and toilet.
Matthew looked away before saying, "Pathetic...I guess my training was not for you. You just couldn't take it..."
He then helped Joker to the medical wing where he would announce Dudley's suicide.
As the morning arrived, everyone was lined up in front of the barracks and Sergeant Matthew announced only one thing.
"Dudley 'Dough Boy' Dursley was dead... He committed suicide in the bathroom last night and tried to kill Private Joker, who is residing in the medical wing. He is no longer a private like the rest of you. He is a traitor to the platoon as he planned to kill all of you with the rifles you were given on the first day. Training is canceled for today. Head back inside or go to the mess hall. You all are dismissed."
Sergeant Matthew made his way back to his office and sighed knowing he had to report Dudley's suicide and then they would announce the suicide to the appropriate parties.
[Her Majesty's Prison]
Petunia woke up with a groan as she laid on a bed in the prison medical ward, then a jaded nurse wearing the prison logo on the sleeve of her white nurse's scrub, carrying a letter made her way to stand next to Petunia.
"What's happening to me?" She groaned out in pain
The nurse handed her a letter, to which Petunia thanked her as she sat up, opened it and started to read, her hands trembling when she finished the letter and her hands fell to her lap as her mind tried to process what she just read.
'My son...My Dudders is dead?' She inwardly whispered
If that wasn't enough, the nurse said, "Prisoner 3269. It is my duty to inform you that you have contracted gonorrhea."
Petunia paled and asked, "How could...this happen?"
"Well, it is known that you are the...ahem, the bitch of your cell block. One of the prisoners had the clamp and must have given it to you."
"How long do I have?"
"That depends...we are on a shortage of medicine and the shipment comes in a week. As long you don't suffer more contamination then you already have you will pull through."
After saying her piece, the nurse left, leaving Petunia alone as she absorbed everything that happened before fainting.
When the day turned to night, Petunia was walked back to her cell and she went to her bed, but Jherri knocked her out when she had her back turned and she was dragged to a dark corner of the prison and she was forced awake.
"Ow~!" Petunia yelled before she was punched in the mouth and she realized that she was surrounded by all the females of her block and they looked down at her as she curled into herself.
"Stick woman... It is now that time of the month, drop them."
Petunia trembled before she stripped herself before one of the sharp-eyed prisoners hissed and said, "She's got the clamp!"
"What?!" Most of them screamed
"How long as she had it?"
"Did she have it before we didn't notice?"
"Dammit...I can't have the clamp again."
All of them looked at the trembling Petunia and said, "What do we do with her now?"
The silence was overwhelming before one of the prisoners attacked Petunia and beat her to death, as everyone else watched and left her in the dark.
"Let's get out of here."
"Yeah..."
Petunia wouldn't be found until two days later when her body was in the midst of rotting.
Her body was then cremated and buried in a grave which was marked by her prisoner number.
[Ashfield Prison]
Vernon was sitting on his bed, dark bags formed under his eyes as he was forced to witness all his sins he committed, especially against Elizabeth Potter. He just couldn't sleep from the time he woke up from James' beatdown and the removal of his shortest appendage.
[Flashback]
Vernon groaned awake as he felt that he just got hit by a truck and was run over multiple times by a very livid driver. He was chained to the bed to restrain him as the nurse stationed at the medical wing, looked at him and called the warden and said, "He's awake."
She then walked towards him and said, "Prisoner 7134. Can you see me?"
Vernon gave a nod as he asked, "Why the hell do I feel like shit?"
"Apparently you were attacked by an unknown assailant, but the thing was that they...cut off your penis."
Vernon paled as he remained frozen in his spot for a good three minutes before he asked so softly, that she could barely understand him, "My cock is gone?"
"Yes, apparently your assailant cut off your penis, burning the wound so you wouldn't bleed out before setting what remained of your penis on fire. The officers found the ashes on the scene."
Vernon then exploded into a rage of horrible expletives that made the nurse revolted before several guards burst into the room as they had to restrain Vernon before he hurt himself even more than he already was as he called to Potter, cursing him and his family along with his wretched daughter.
He was then given a sedative making him fall asleep before she sighed, knowing that Vernon would not make a swift recovery, he was beaten to hell and back, his bones would be fractured with the intention of causing as much pain as possible, the pain would fade but the healing process would be a bitch to go through and he would never be the same.
[Present]
Vernon was left all alone in his cell as he stewed in his hate as his lack of his package was one of the main points of mockery that the guards used against him.
As he laid on his bed, two letters detailing the death of his wife and son were shoved underneath his door and as the letters slipped from his hands in shock as he read the both of them.
He flinched when he heard all the guards yelling that it was time for lunch, a guard would deliver his food in an hour and when the guard arrived with his food, he announced that Vernon would be given a cell among the public of the prison and they already knew of his status as a pedophile.
"But, they'll kill me."
"Then you better prepare to be someone's bitch, then? You will be moved tomorrow morning," The guard stated before he left.
Vernon was silent before he tossed the tray away, spilling his food all over the ground as he screamed into his pillow.
He paced around his cell as he knew he wouldn't survive, the prisoner's onslaught if he was moved into a regular cell before his mind came up with the idea.
Vernon got up and flipped over his shitting bucket to use as a stand near his barred window that allowed sunlight inside as he ripped open his bed, using the bedding, the sheets, and blanket and braided it into a makeshift noose. He got on top of the bucket, and whispered, "Fuck you all. I am not sorry..." before jumping off and hanging himself as his neck snapped.
The body of Vernon Dursley was found an hour later as the guard called for people to take his body down and his death was written as suicide.
His body was then taken down from its' last position to where his body was cremated and the ashes were placed inside of a jar.
As the person who collected all the jars to be buried and was taking them outback, he accidentally bumped into the janitor causing several items to fall including several jars.
"Oh shit, sorry," The guard said, helping the old janitor.
"It's fine, my boy. I guess I still have some problem with these damn old glasses of mine."
The two then spent a bit time chatting before going on their way, unaware that two items have been switched.
The janitor's toilet cleaner and Vernon's ashes.
The toilet cleaner was then buried in a grave with Vernon's prisoner number as the ashes were used to clean the prison's toilets. They have never been so sparklingly clean before.
Nobody scorns any member of the Potter family without paying for it...
This one was a story all on its' own and I just had to give it, its own chapter. I hope you enjoyed it Pravus. Now, onwards, lovely readers, onward! All my responses to your reviews were written on the 7th chapter.
~Kourtney Uzu Yato