It's the day after Dudley noticed the oddities between his past timeline and his current one. Needless to say, it would be incredibly embarrassing to ask people about the sort of thing he wanted to look into and might very well give them the wrong idea as well. So he hadn't even considered doing so.

Instead, Dudley had decided to do some research of his own. Of course, if such a thing was common, public knowledge, he would have already come across it at Hogwarts. Maybe not in the Hogwarts Library, or in any of his classes, but surely Draco would have bragged about something like this. After all, the Malfoy Scion already knew that Dudley was rather new to the wizarding world because of the sob story he'd fed the Pureblood.

At the end of the day, Dudley needed to go to the source. What better place to research a difference between Harry Potter from his original timeline and Harry Evans from this timeline, then Gringotts? The Potter Vault was no more, of course… but ALL of its contents had been transferred over to the new Dursley Vault.

This included the Vault Manager, a goblin named Griphook. Which was how Dudley found himself amicably chatting with the goblin in question while riding a mine cart down into the depths of the bank that very next day.

"The wizards might call it the goblin rebellions, but it wasn't really like that at all. They were wars, young one, plain and simple. It's just that we lost. Things'd be taught differently if we'd won, hah!"

Dudley smirks at that, even as he nods along, his eyes twinkling. Honestly, he wasn't entirely sure why the goblins of Gringotts liked him so much. Perhaps it was because he wasn't a pureblood in the first place? Perhaps it was simply because he and Petunia had been raised and taught to treat their bankers with respect. It wasn't like your average banker in the real world was all that much better looking than the goblins of Gringotts.

Old and fat on their riches, muggle bankers were basically the same way. Goblins might be a little on the short side and a little uglier, but honestly, Dudley didn't mind that. And he knew not to be rude to the people who controlled his money. So yes, he showed the goblins of Gringotts basic respect, and that seemed to go a long way with Griphook.

Though, he has to laugh a little.

"Seems from my perspective, you lot have done pretty well for yourself regardless. For all that wizards and witches like to think themselves superior to you, I don't see any wizard- or witch-led bank cropping up to try and compete with you lot in keeping their peers' gold and valuables safe from harm."

Griphook lets out a snickering chuckle at that and shakes his head.

"No there ain't. And not just because we tend to nip those things in the bud the moment we hear about them. Truth is, purebred wizards and witches simply can't be trusted not to just… take stuff. A wizard or witch in charge of a bank is liable to steal from their customers. Not like us."

'Not like us'. Riiiight. Dudley is smart enough not to call Griphook out on it, of course. The goblins are just as thieving as your average wizard or witch might be. They've just had centuries to refine and hone their… craft. For them, it's not even thieving. It's simply adding fees and such to transactions, to make sure they get their 'fair cut'.

And frankly, Dudley doesn't blame them for it. Not one bit. He just keeps it in mind, because he's well aware that their fleecing includes him as well. So long as they don't go overboard, he's not going to raise a fuss though. Better to have them cutting the bottom of his purse while patting him on the back, rather than cutting his throat and taking the whole damn purse, right?

"Shit, that school of yours took a perfectly good goblin sword and has been holding it for centuries, did you know that? They call it the Sword of Godric Gryffindor, like it wasn't made by Ragnuk the First, finest of all the goblin silversmiths and stolen by Gryffindor! Bah, and to this day, the Headmasters of Hogwarts hold onto it greedily, as if its their property, when it belongs in goblin hands."

Something told Dudley that there was more to the story then Griphook was conveying, but once again, he knew very well not to question the goblin. Instead, he lets out a forlorn sigh and shakes his head.

"A travesty, Griphook. A travesty. Well, at the very least, I can promise you this… if I ever find myself as Headmaster of Hogwarts, it will be my first decree to return the Sword of Gryffindor to the goblin nation!"

Griphook barks out a laugh at that, and they share a grin. Neither of them suspect Dudley to ever be Headmaster. Griphook probably doesn't because he probably doesn't actually think much of Dudley, regardless of how affable they are. Meanwhile, Dudley thinks he probably COULD gain the position of Headmaster if he wanted to… but did he really want to? Frankly, the idea of having to deal with a bunch of children for years on end did NOT appeal to him, not even remotely. It was already taxing at times to handle them now as one of their peers, despite his age thanks to the time travel.

Regardless, the mine cart ride comes to an end soon after, and their conversation ends as well as Griphook escorts Dudley to his vault and then stands outside as Dudley moves in. The large door closes behind him, but Dudley has the key to get back out, so he's not too worried about it. Instead, he finds himself enjoying the view… mountains upon mountains of gold, silver and copper.

The Dursley Vault is certainly rich… and that's just their liquid cash. Moving past those initial mounds of currency, Dudley moves further into the Vault, towards the back, where things become a bit less shiny, but no less exciting. All of this shit back here, crates and crates of it, is all the valuable stuff that the Potter Family thought was worth keeping alongside their actual money.

It's somewhat haphazardly sorted due to being moved from the Potter Vault to the Dursley Vault, but thankfully there are dates on most of the crates, and so Dudley looks for the crates that come from the time period he's aiming for… namely, the time period when James and Lily Potter would have been putting things inside of the Vault.

Digging through things, he finds all sorts of fascinating items. There are several magical portraits, though the people inside of them are currently in an enchanted sleep, not to 'wake' again until the counter-spell has been cast on their frames. It makes sense, from what Dudley understands. The magical portraits contain a facsimile, a mere fragment at most of their original, but even fragments can go mad after being left alone for too long.

This way, these portraits can slumber until they're needed again, be it for advice from their descendants, or to be hung up in a home as a mixture between decoration and security. But regardless, they're not what Dudley is looking for, and he's let himself get distracted. Pulling himself away from the sleeping portraits (and the sudden inappropriate urge to splooge all over one of the no-doubt ancient (yet youthful, beautiful-looking) witches in one of the frames, Dudley continues his search.

He's getting somewhat closer when he finds a crate filled with honeymoon 'recordings' of James and Lily. The Lord and Lady Potter are shown in 'high def', basically moving pictures set on a loop, and when Dudley taps his wand against the corner, he finds that they even come with recorded sound.

"Yes! Oh yes, James! Fuck me harder! Fuck me with that BIG, FAT, COCK!"

Snorting in amusement at how much of a slut his dear aunt could become for the right-sized dick, Dudley shakes his head and leaves the recordings playing in the background as he continues to go through the vault. As James Potter plows his brand new bride from behind, fucking her hard and fast in a similar way to what Dudley remembered Harry doing with Hermione back in the previous timeline, Dudley ponders what he's here for.

Much like his son, the deceased Lord Potter is a well-hung stud. But then, why isn't Harry Evans similarly well-endowed? If Harry Potter could fuck Hermione into a mewling mess just as effectively as James Potter could do with Dudley's aunt, where was Harry Evans' endowment? There was only one answer, in Dudley's eyes… magic.

It had to be magic. Magic was the common denominator, or in Harry Evans' case, the lack thereof. James and Harry Potter had both had access to magic. Harry Evans did not. But the question that Dudley wanted an answer to was whether or not it was a simple, natural side effect of having magic, or if there was something more… purposeful.

Eventually, after listening to Lily get railed on her honeymoon enough times that Dudley was going to fuck his addled aunt silly when he got home, the young man hits the jackpot. A wicked grin spreads across his face as he finds a box with what can only be James Potter's writing on the top of it.

For my boy Harry when he grows up.

Cracking open the box, Dudley begins going through the papers within somewhat… ravenously. He quickly finds what he's looking for. Obviously, there were charms that could enlarge things, like the Engorgio Charm. Dudley had already known all about that. But apparently James Potter was a genius in his own right, when it came to certain things.

He'd taken the Engorgio Charm and ran with it, developing a potion that encouraged genital growth all around. From dick size to ball size, to even the size of one's loads. The notes actually went into considerable detail on how the potion worked, and on how to exactly measure and prepare the ingredients properly.

… It left Dudley wondering exactly how James had… tested his potion? Given what Dudley had seen in his timeline, combined with what he was now seeing from James and Lily's honeymoon recordings… there was no denying that this potion worked. James wouldn't leave something untested and unrefined for his son to use anyways, Dudley was pretty sure.

There were even limits on how much larger it could grow over time to make it seem natural, as if to make it look like puberty had given the greatest gifts possible rather than any magic being used. It was… quite clever, and Dudley grins as he holds the papers aloft. This was exactly what he needed. Even better, he could totally pick up these potion ingredients in Diagon Alley on the way home and start the crafting of the potion later tonight.

"Thanks Uncle James… your hard work certainly won't go unappreciated, heh."

Obviously, James Potter hadn't meant this for Dudley. But Dudley liked to think, that all other things considered, what with his son turning out to be a squib, that James would have wanted Dudley to have them. Well, so long as the man never found out that Dudley had outright stolen his cousin's magical core of course…

It was a moot point, at the end of the day. James Potter was dead and gone and not coming back. Not even in the previous timeline had that sort of miracle taken place. Meanwhile, Harry Potter might as well be dead as well. Harry Evans certainly wasn't going to ever achieve any of the things his other timeline counterpart had managed.

All that was the Potters, was now the Dursleys'. All that had belonged to his cousin and aunt now belonged to Dudley and his mother. With that in mind, Dudley does a bit more searching and excitedly enough, finds a whole box full of Lily Potter's journals as well, filled to the brim with her own notes and experiments on magic.

There's nothing in Lily's notes about sex magic, but plenty about all sorts of other interesting things. Dudley collects them all the same, knowing that his mother would love to have them, would love to own what her sister had created and make it her own. After all, his mother had already taken Lily's magic. Why not everything else?

As Dudley makes his way towards the Vault Exit, his work here done, he turns back and sees the recordings of James and Lily's honeymoon still playing in the back. With a derisive snort, Dudley lifts his wand and blows them to piece with a simple blasting spell, tearing the recordings to shreds.

Let James Potter stay where he belonged, in the past. Dudley was in charge now. In charge of the Potter fortune, in charge of his Aunt Lily, and in charge of everything else too. He was king, and nobody was going to take any of that away from him.

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