Chapter 10:

Sorry it took me so long.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

The light in the kitchen of the Dursley's burned a long time that night.

They had sworn themselves, that they would 'get rid' of their nephew as soon as he showed the slightest sign of being magical. But now as their fears came true, they found they could not.

The boy had grown to them, they came to love him. Even Vernon was quite fond of the boy. Not to mention what Dudley would do, if they robbed him of his little brother!

Also Petunia had to admit she was quite touched, that Harry's first outburst of magic was to make her happy again, even if she would never say so aloud.

Petunia sighed tiredly, as she rubbed her eyes. It was really late and they still didn't know what to do.

"Isn't there something we can do, to suppress his 'abilities'?", Vernon asked her for the umties time that night.

"Not that I know", she replied, as she had done so many times already.

Vernon sighed: "It's late and there isn't much we can do now anyway. Let's just wait, maybe if we don't encourage it, it will go away!"

Petunia was pretty sure that wouldn't happen. She knew Lilly had loved her very much and would have done almost everything for her. Yet she didn't lose her magic, nor did Petunia get magic, so they could stay sisters. One thing was priority for her now: Don't let Dudley suffer, like she had.

It was best if Dudley wouldn't learn about Harry's gift. So she hid the vase.

When Harry asked, she told him she had put it somewhere safe. The little boy's face got red in embarrassment and he didn't ask again. Not with one word did Petunia imply that it was uncommon for little boys to hex broken vases whole, nor did she thank him for it.

For two years Dudley remained blissfully unaware that Harry was a wizard. Till now his parents had been able to hide his 'brothers' magical outbursts from him, but they were getting more frequent. They also seemed to get more powerful. In the last two years repairing the vase had been by far the most powerful things Harry did. His other outbursts had been a lot less suspicious and easy to cover for. The shirts their overly nice, old neighbour would bring over, when her grandchildren outgrew them (two girls!), just didn't fit Harry, even if Dudley had no problems wearing them, much to his anger. And if he was afraid at night the light in Harry's room would turn itself on.

So till their first day of school neither Harry or Dudley realized that Harry was different.

The boys had been very excited, to go to school. Weeks before they had asked their parents again and again about all the things they would learn.

There was only one problem about the school. With time Harry and Dudley had gotten quite good friends with John and Toni. But the only boy they knew at school would be no other than Piers. They just didn't get along, he would always take away their play things and try to get other kids to join.

Still, most of the time it didn't concern them to much, as they knew they always had each other and Piers seemed to be jealous of that.

But the first day of school started merrily enough and both boys soon forgot about that unfortunate detail.

That morning the little boys woke up extremely early. It was only five in the morning, when Harry's small feet tapped down the floor to Dudley's room.

"Dudley?", he whispered. "Are you awake?"

"Yes", the other boy whispered back. "Come in."

Silently Harry opened the door whole, to get in. Once he had entered he joined Dudley on his bed. There the little boys would sit, telling each other jokes and inventing stories, careful not to get too loud. Else Vernon would come and sent them back to bed.

Shortly before it was time for them to get up, Harry slipped back into his own bed. When Petunia came to wake him, she didn't learn about his little evening stroll.

Petunia quickly got the little boys dressed and after breakfast and each saying their goodbye to Vernon they were off to school.

Mrs. Dursley brought her boys to their classroom. There she left them to their tutor, a nice Lady in her thirties, who they already knew.

There weren't many other kids just yet. There were only a boy and a girl animatedly talking in the last row, so Dudley and Harry got to chose their tables. They sat down in the middle row. That way they would be able to hear everything, but won't be seen as 'uncool'.

One after another the other kids trailed in. Most of them were to nervous about meeting their classmates to chat much, so it was unusual silent. A shy looking boy entered and asked if he could sit next to Harry. Harry agreed, they smiled to each other and fell back in silence. The tutor Mrs. Turner waited till all the kids got settled, before she began their first lesson.

The lesson was great. Mrs. Turner made them play games, so they got to know each other and then she began to read them a story. She told them that they would be able to read themselves soon, if they were eager to learn.

Their first classes went by quickly and soon it was time for the break. For many pupil the best time in school.

Dudley and Harry spent the break with the shy boy, who they learned was named Tim. They were contently building racing tracks for the cars Dudley brought with him, in the big sandbox. It wasn't long however until Piers got bored playing with his new friends, none of them had brought any toys. So when he saw the three boys playing with the cars, he decided that he wanted them. So he went over with his friends to take them. He didn't even really realised it was unfair and mean, because it was just how things worked in his world.

When Harry and Dudley spotted the four boys heading over to them, they quickly gathered their cars and stood. Tim also got up.

On their way towards them Piers and his friends destroyed the racing tracks.

"Stop that!", Dudley said in a loud voice.

"Why should we?", was the reply.

"You are being mean", Tim spoke up from behind his new friends in a little voice.

The bully's only laughed and got nearer.

"Leave us alone or you gonna regret it!", Harry told them.

"Yeah? What you gonna do?", Piers laughed.

When the boys were going to pick up one of Dudley's cars, they had forgotten in their haste, it happened. Suddenly there was wind. All of the bully's got sand in their eyes. Even though he couldn't really see, the furious Piers still tried to reach the three friends, only to be knocked over by the wind.

The teacher, who had by now seen something was wrong with them came to the sand box. She only saw the boy lying on the ground crying and the other four boys desperately trying to rub sand out of their eyes and she wouldn't listen to Dudley's view of things. Tim didn't dare speak and Harry was shocked into silence.

"Who did this?", the teacher demanded to know.

"Me", Harry said in a little voice.

The rest of their day at school seemed rather short.

Harry was anxious to go home, after all he got a letter on his first day at school, his aunt and uncle wouldn't be pleased, even if it hadn't really been his fault.

Dudley had much to think about. He was still young and inexperienced with the world, but he knew that 6 year old shouldn't be able to control the wind. Else he should also be able to do it, shouldn't he? He had tried the rest of the school day, but hadn't managed to even produce a light breeze. So he knew there was something different with Harry.

He didn't think different of his brother for it, after all in his view it was pretty cool that Harry could do such things and it could come in handy later. Dudley already saw how they could use it in their pranks or maybe also to defend themselves.

He only wanted to know why Harry could do such things. Did his parents know?

So, when the boys got back home it wasn't Harry who spoke first, even though he wanted to put the whole letter thing behind himself. It was Dudley.

"Mum, why can Harry control the wind?", the little boy asked innocently.

Petunia let out a little shriek. For a moment she looked like she was about to faint, but she couldn't, with the boys looking at her expectantly and a bit worried. Instead she just turned ghostly pale.

"How about, I make you both a hot chocolate and then we sit down and talk?", she said instead, her voice only shaking a little.

I hope you like it, so Dudley is catching on, what will Petunia tell them?

I'll try to update next week.