And here's chapter 5. Dudley finally gets an honest tour of Hogwarts. One that does not include a giant 3 headed dog, this time. Enjoy.

Dudley didn't know why he had agreed to first go visit the half-giant called Hagrid who had recently given him a pig tail, but here he was roaming through the beautiful castle grounds on his way to the unusual man's hut.

Ron had been giving him a rundown of what to expect basically since they left the common room, with Hermione butting in with a few comments of her own. Dudley, however, wasn't too focused on Ron or Hermione. He was too busy thinking about the bushy haired mammoth of a man that had once knocked a door right off it's hinges.

"And make sure you don't actually eat any of his cakes, unless you want to lose a tooth; just feed them to Fang…"

As they neared the hut, Hagrid swung open the door. "Harry!" he said happily, till his eyes came to a rest on the fourth child that wasn't usually there. "What are yeh doin' here?" he asked, almost accusingly.

Harry could tell Hagrid was about to turn back to get his pink umbrella, which housed his wand (that he technically wasn't supposed to have), so he quickly responded, "He's with me."

Hagrid nodded, still slightly unsure, and beckoned them all into his humble abode.

Once Hagrid got to talking, and Dudley relaxed a little bit, they all had a great time. They even talked Hagrid into giving them a more in-depth tour of the grounds, including the Whomping Willow, the giant squid in the lake, and even a short trek through the edge of the Forbidden Forest to see a newfound colony of bowtruckles, much to Hermione's disapproval.

As the bell tower rang over the grounds, the four children bade farewell to Hagrid, making their way toward Hogsmeade to meet up with Ron and Hermione's families, who had just arrived via floo network. Ron and Hermione ran off to find their parents, as well as Ron's little sister, Ginny, leaving Harry and Dudley to themselves.

Harry had never actually been to Hogsmeade yet; it was a privilege usually only given to students in year 3 or above, so everything was new to him, too. He had heard older students talk about the exciting shops and landmarks in the little town, and he couldn't wait to see them all. With Dudley in tow, Harry made his way into every building that caught his eye.

The best of all was Honeydukes. Harry and Dudley loaded their baskets with every type of sweet imaginable, eager to try them all. Dudley had been delighted to see more chocolate frogs on the shelves of the very busy shop, grabbing a few of them for good measure. When they came to the counter to purchase their items, Dudley pulled a small wad of cash from his bag, explaining to Harry that he had taken it from his dad. "I'm not sure it will be enough," he said hesitantly, glancing at the few meager bills he had removed from Vernon's wallet earlier that morning.

"Don't worry about it, Big D.," Harry responded, pulling out his rather loaded pouch of Wizarding Currency. "Besides, muggle money won't work here."

Dudley's eyes widened at the amount of gold his cousin was holding. The pouch was filled to the brim with coins like he had never seen before. He didn't know how much exactly it was worth, but it had to be a lot.

"Where did you get that?" Dudley asked, thinking Harry, like himself, had "borrowed" it from someone else.

"It's mine," Harry replied simply.

Dudley had confusion written all over his face. "But how?" he asked, wondering how a boy who hadn't even received an allowance for doing his chores back at Privet Drive could have so much money.

Harry's blushed, thinking of the vault full of gold coins sitting in Gringotts Bank in Diagon Alley. "I guess I took some of my dad's money, too," he answered with a laugh.

Dudley laughed along, but in his head he was thinking about his aunt and uncle, Lily and James Potter. He had hardly heard a word about them, and certainly never from Harry. The only time he had been told nice things about Harry's parents was when Hagrid and come for Harry. Besides that, he had known them to be drunken nobodies that died in a car accident. It made him wonder about his mum and her sister, and what his aunt and uncle were like. It was comforting to know that they had left something for his cousin, who had grown up with so little.

The two boys laid their candy on the counter and Dudley watched as Harry counted out the amount of coins needed, barely making a dent in the pouch he was carrying. Something told him there was more where that came from.

As they walked back toward the castle for dinner, Dudley studied his cousin, seeing him as a totally different person than he was at the beginning of the summer. Then again, he supposed, Harry wasn't the only one who had changed. Dudley felt a smile make its way across his face, thinking of all the amazing experiences he had already had that day, and all those to come.

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The feast was incredible, as was expected. Dudley's eyes became as wide as saucers the moment the food appeared before him. He felt no shame in pigging out on every delicious morsel of food available to him. He especially enjoyed the pumpkin juice, of which he downed at least 6 cups.

Ron gave Dudley a run for his money, shoveling piles of food into his own mouth with very little grace, much to his mother's dismay. The whole Weasley family (except Charlie and Bill) sat across from the Grangers, who were seated next to Dudley and Harry.

When the feast had finally concluded, it was nearly time for everyone to head to the Quidditch pitch for the big game of Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Dudley had no idea what to expect. All he knew was that Quidditch was some sort of wizarding sport, which instantly caught his attention. He loved sports. He and Harry walked with the rest of the school toward the pitch, which looked fairly similar to a soccer stadium—only something told him it would be a little different than that.

Ron and Hermione promised to be back soon, after seeing their families off at Hogsmeade station. Both the Grangers and the Weasleys, regrettably, could not stay for the game, but wished Gryffindor luck.

Harry and Dudley got to the stands, sat down, and waited for the other students to fill in. Dudley studied the field before him, noting the three rings on each side of the stadium, raised high in the air. He turned to Harry to ask what they were for, but Harry wasn't there. He was about to stand up and look around for his cousin, confusion written on his face, when Ron and Hermione returned, sliding into the stands to sit on either side of him. Before he had even had a chance to ask them where Harry was, they were throwing Gryffindor scarves and hats onto him and thrusting a sign into his chubby hand.

"There, now you're showing some team spirit," Hermione said, giving Dudley a friendly smile and turning back to the pitch.

Dudley turned the sign around to see what it said. "Go Gryffindor!" flashed in red and gold before changing to read, "Potter's #1!" He had barely had time to let the words sink in when a booming voice rang through the air to announce the arrival of the Gryffindor house Quidditch team. Dudley, jaw hanging open in shock, nearly fell backwards off the bench when he caught sight of his cousin in the lineup, clutching what appeared to be a broom and wearing brilliant red robes with his name on the back.

The entire arena screamed and cheered when the announcer introduced Harry as the 'seeker.' Well, everyone except the green-clad Slytherins. Ron leaned over to Dudley and told him that Harry was the youngest seeker in Hogwarts history. That usually first-years weren't allowed on the team, but that Harry was an especially skilled flyer.

Dudley was about to ask Ron what he meant by flyer when the entire team lifted off the ground on their brooms, circling the pitch and performing a few tricks to please the crowd. As Dudley watched his cousin soar through the air, he was in complete awe. He couldn't believe that his weird, scrawny cousin was basically a jock. He swelled with pride when a nearby Gryffindor asked if he was really Harry's cousin.

Ron, too, seemed in awe of Harry's flying skills, muttering something about Harry probably being good enough to go pro after Hogwarts, causing Hermione to roll her eyes.

Harry flew up to the stands, hovering in front of his friends and Dudley for a moment. "Nice poster, Big D.," he quipped, flashing a grin at his cousin who was all decked out in Gryffindor gear.

Dudley, face red, stammered out, "Good luck," before watching Harry fly off toward the center of the field.

As the referee, who introduced herself as Madam Hooch, prepared to start the game, Dudley, Hermione, and Ron moved to the edge of the stands for a better view of the action. Across the field, Malfoy was waving a sign that said "Potter Sucks," much to Dudley's annoyance. Hermione followed his gaze to the cruel Slytherin, and with a flick of her wand changed the sign to say "Potter Rocks." Dudley smirked at Malfoy's reaction, watching as he quickly put away the sign and shot an evil glare at Hermione.

Soon, the game began, and Ron tried to explain to Dudley how Quidditch works as quickly as possible, distractedly rattling off the rules of the game amidst deafening cheers. As the game progressed, he began to understand even more and got super into cheering them on. Dudley loved it. His cousin was a star. He looked like he belonged in the sky, darting back and forth in the air and keeping a watchful eye out for the elusive golden snitch.

Dudley, along with the rest of the crowd, gasped as Harry dodged an incoming bludger. He was even more impressed when Harry and the other seeker began a steep dive toward the ground in pursuit of the snitch later in the game, pulling up at the last possible second.

After countless scores with the quaffle, and several failed attempts to capture the snitch, Dudley was getting nervous. The score was close. If Slytherin got the snitch now, the game would be over and Gryffindor would have lost.

Just then, Dudley saw something flit by right in front of him. His mouth fell open when he saw what it was. The tiny golden ball was beautiful, and just as soon as it had come, it buzzed away. It seemed Harry had seen it too, as he darted toward the snitch at impressive speeds. The Slytherin seeker was right on his tail, and it seemed the rest of the players had stopped to watch what promised to be the end of the game. Cheers rang through the stands, chants of "Potter power!" and "Lets go Lions!"

Dudley shouted "GO HARRY!" his voice joining the chorus of his cousin's fans. He could hardly stand still, his anxiousness causing his legs to feel limp.

Harry flew faster and faster toward the snitch, steadily reaching out with his arm, until he finally grasped it in his fist, coming to a stop right in front of Dudley and all the rest of the Gryffindors.

"POTTER HAS GOT THE SNITCH!" the announcer shouted excitedly, "ANOTHER WIN FOR GRYFFINDOR!" The crowd went wild.

"AMAZING!" Dudley shouted in disbelief and awe, his features laced with wonder and exhilaration. Harry looked to Dudley and pumped his fist in the air, the snitch clutched tightly in his fingers. Dudley was proud to call Harry his cousin that day.

And that's that! Of course, I had to write a Quidditch scene. How could I not?

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~Gryffinclaw99