AN: Sorry it took me so long to post this chapter, I ended up having a social life! So enjoy!!!

Chapter Four:

As Harry walked with Dudley behind him through the Great Hall the next morning, he could hear all the whispers. He figured that a student the size of Dudley would be hard to miss.

When he finally reached where Ron and Hermione were sitting, he was grateful that they had left enough room for both he and Dudley. Harry quickly sat down while Dudley just looked around for a second. For the first time in his life, he was scared. His parents were gone; he was now in a strange place and most of all, his cousin had an advantage over him. Even the food in this place looked weird.

"Dudley, sit down," Harry hissed. "I promise the food isn't poisoned!"

Dudley sat down inbetween Harry and Ron. He felt a bit more comfortable since most of the people at the table he was at, weren't starring at him. Thanks to Ron and Hermione, the word had been spread through the Gryffindor house about Dudley and to be nice to him (mostly for Harry's sake).

After a few minutes of just sitting there, Dudley ate the smallest meal that Harry had ever seen him eat. This really shocked Harry. Something was really wrong with Dudley. Maybe he should try to talk to him later in the day.

The rest of the day was one of the oddest days that Harry had ever had at Hogwarts. Snape was awful as ever in double potions (even Dudley was scared of him). Yet, Draco Malfoy had only looked at Harry and his cousin, but didn't pay them much mind. He was enjoying being fussed over by Pansy Parkinson about his hurt arm.

After another small meal by Dudley at lunch, Harry really was getting concerned.

"You ok?" he whispered to his cousin.

Dudley nodded without saying a word. But Harry was still concerned.

Once their afternoon DADA class was over, Harry escorted Dudley to the Transfiguration classroom, where he was going to be having extra lessons with Professor McGonagall that day.

"Is everyday like this?" Dudley quietly asked, before they had reached the classroom.

"What do you mean?"

"I've seen pictures and stairwells that move, ghosts around almost every corner, a boogie that can change its shape,"

"That's a Boggart," Harry said quickly correcting him.

"Yeah that thing," Dudley said continuing. "But is everyday like this?"

"Just about."

Dudley sighed.

"Is that what's been bugging you all day?" Harry asked.

Dudley nodded.

"Look you will get use to it all," Harry said. "It took me a while to do so."

"Really?"

Harry nodded. "Living with you for ten years wasn't the easiest, but here it's different. And if you need help, just ask."

"What about that Professor Snake?"

Harry laughed. "It's Snape. But he'd probably help even if it kills him."

He knew that was a lie, but if it made Dudley feel better, then it was worth it.

"Will you wait with me until my lesson is over?" Dudley asked a few minutes later, when McGonagall was walking down the hall towards them.

Shocked a bit, Harry nodded yes.

During the lesson, he sat at the back of the room and worked on his Potions essay, while Dudley learned a quick overview of transfiguration from McGonagall. Every so often, he would look up at what was going on. He saw Dudley trying to change a match into a needle, with McGonagall being very patient with him the entire time. While McGonagall would be patient with Dudley, as would most of the professors, he wondered about Snape.

That quite possibly could be Dudley's downfall at Hogwarts.