Chapter 2

Delinquent Suffers Karma

Harry grinned as he walked down the stairs for breakfast. Last night, Dudley had been caught- apparently, as a neighbor- who ambushed Harry on a morning stroll- had gleefully told Harry, Dudley was on probation and hard evidence had been brought forth of the Dursleys. The Dursleys, of course, had ignored the evidence. But yesterday, the Dursleys had seen it with their own eyes. Harry doubted they'd do anything if it wasn't for the fact that who he was torturing was one of Vernon Dursley's, Harry's uncle, business partner's 11 year old daughter. Not only torturing- but smoking and drinking some-sort of illegal drugs. Harry sniggered when he thought about it- the Dursleys had been driving to see their florist and instead they saw why Vernon's company wasn't going to get a big deal. Karma also had its way and positioned the police nearby too. From what Harry could tell- there was going to be a trial. Chances were Dudley was going to go to St. Brutes, a school for Delinquents.

It wasn't only that Vernon lost his deal- the neighbors now teased Petunia Dursley, Harry's aunt without mercy. Their only comforting words were "well at least that nephew of yours can show him around in Brutes"- which they knew he didn't go too. The mention of Brutes had brought up an investigation, led by the neighbors. The fact that a teacher from Brutes had moved in a week before confirmed their theory:

When could Harry commit a crime? Before he went to Hogwarts, he had never done a crime. And it had to be a big crime- a crime that'd go in the newspapers, for Brutes to accept Harry. Common sense foretold that Harry couldn't go to Brutes.

Vernon and Petunia both now realized that pampering and shielding their son from the world was not working for them. It ruined their life- and being the people they were, they could not let that happen!

They instantly decided that they should bring down the leash on Dudley- set down the law. Show whose boss, etc. etc.

Harry thought it was hilarious and sniggered whenever he replayed the story in his head. He had to suppress his laughter as he watched Dudley and his aunt's cold exchange. He had known when Dudley had gotten home that he had had thrown one of his biggest tantrum. From what Harry could tell- Dudley had thrown some electronic, a rather large one judging from the hole in the window, out the window- while it was closed! Vernon, as he peeked when he heard the crash, had gone one of the deepest shades of purple and had yelled at Dudley as if he was Harry. Petunia just glared then whimpered with this pitiful look then glared then whimpered- she couldn't seem to choose what to do with her 'prized' son.

"Should've known he was no good," Vernon mumbled to himself. Harry bit his lip, going red in the face from holding his laughter. No one but Dudley noticed- who glared and scowled angrily at him. Harry motioned towards his wand.

"Have you told Marge about him," Petunia snapped, using the tone of voice she'd usually use on Harry.

"Yes- told me it was the boy's fault," Vernon said, jerking his head towards Harry. Harry almost gaped- they had acted as if he didn't exist for the last 3 weeks!

"Oh- but we can't blame it on the boy now," Petunia said, a look on her face which said that she wanted to desperately.

"I know- Petunia love, I should've gotten rid of him when the letter came," Vernon said, his voice above a whisper. Harry's laughter went away immediately- anger replaced it.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" he snapped angrily.

"How do you know that we're talking about you," Petunia snapped her voice reproachful. Vernon sent her a warning glare and she quieted down immediately.

Harry sat their in confusion- what did she mean? The only other person she could possible be talking about. Was- was Dudley! Harry stood up abrutedly, he knew not to confront his relatives in the mood they were in now. No matter how much he wanted to. He debated on whether or not to ask later. He shrugged and went upstairs. He had to redo his Potions and Charms essay as the stupid Marauderer's Map had ruined it with ink (the map was now secured in a 'invincible' envelope).

Within 10 minutes, he heard a knock on the door. Who could it possible be, he thought getting up and opening the door.

"What do you want Dudley?" he asked his cousin coldly. Dudley shuddered at his cold tone but shook it off immediately.

"Can I come in," he said in a tone most unDudleyish. Harry nodded curtly after a moment's thought. Slamming the door behind Dudley.

"I'd like to say sorry first for-," Dudley started to say, his voice dripping in confidence.

"For making my childhood a living hell," Harry spat. Dudley shuddered again. Harry knew he was squashing Dudley's confidence but he didn't care. He enjoyed it.

"Er yeah- look I-".

"Nothing you say, can take back what you did to me," Harry snapped. "It wasn't only you though".

"Don't you dare blame mum!" Dudley snapped. Harry's head snapped towards him. His stare was fierce but why? Dudley should be mad at his mother. From what he could tell. Dudley had been kicked out of his room and grounded! That was all that mattered to Dudley wasn't it?

"I never knew you showed so much compassion," Harry sneered. Dudley blushed furiously.

"Your mum killed my grandparents," Dudley snapped. Harry's wand immediately whipped out- Dudley however did not stumble backwards. He stared fiercely at his cousin.

"I'm a freak too- I can do hocus- pocus as well," Dudley exclaimed. Harry's ears rang- Dudley was a wizard?

"Wha- what?" Harry sputtered.

"I found the acceptance letter hidden in my mum's jewelry box," Dudley said. Harry's eyes narrowed.

"What were you doing in your mum's jewelry box?' he asked suspiciously. At least this Dudley was SOMETHING like the Dudley he had grown up knowing.

"I- er- we were low on money and- we needed some booze," Dudley sputtered. Harry had to stop himself from laughing as Dudley blushed furiously.

"Continue".

"Well anyway- I interrogated my mum about it and she told me that you freaks betrayed her!" Dudley exclaimed, his confidence and anger rising. "You promised to keep our grandparents safe- but you couldn't, then your mum-".

"Don't you dare blame anything on my mother!" Harry exclaimed. He grabbed Dudley and threw him out of the room. Slamming the door angrily behind him.

How dare he Harry raged! He didn't even know her and yet he was insulting her. I don't even know her Harry thought. Shame passed onto his face as he realized he knew hardly anything about his mother. Barely anything! He knew lots about his father- but his mother. So little!

Author's Note:

This will probably be updated atleast once a week

My other fan- fiction, twice a week

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