Harry and Alli arrived home late. The Dursley's were all asleep. The only sound that Alli missed was Dudley's snoring in the room next to Harry's.

"Hey, where's Dudley?" Alli whispered noticing the quiet. Harry shrugged.

"Sometimes he stays out late with his friends," Harry said.

"The fat kid has friends," Alli repeated surprised. Harry laughed. "Interesting."

"Well," Harry groaned. "I am going to bed." He clicked off the lamp and once again slammed his head onto the pillow. Alli sighed and left the room. She crossed the dimly lit hall to the small bathroom that she now shared with Harry. She brushed her teeth and ran a brush through her dark brown hair. The sounding of a door clicking, echoing, made her jump.

"Harry?" Alli called quietly. Large feet thumped up the stairs. They seemed to be longer with every step. Alli held her breath. Dudley came down the hallway and Alli peeked out of the bathroom. He looked dizzy, swaying with every step.

"Harry!" Dudley called out. "Come her my punshing bag." Dudley's words were slurred and slow. It was obvious that Dudley had quite a lot to drink tonight. Alli snickered.

"Duddy-kins?" Alli called out from the bathroom. Dudley turned to face her.

"'Ello, Allee."

"Hey, there Mr. Duddy-kins," Alli laughed. Dudley grabbed her arm. Alli's eyes widened startled. "Um, Dudley?"

"Come her, Allee," Dudley said.

"Whoa, Dudley," Alli said slapping his hand.

"Dunft you tousch me. Or I'll uh, tousch you." Dudley fingered the bottom of Alli's lacey black camisole.

"Stop it, Dudley! Right now!" Alli demanded.

"Such a pretty doll. Aren't you?" Dudley stroked Alli's cheek with his free hand. His finger traced from her temple, traced her lightning bolt scar, down her cheek and jaw, down her neck, down her chest. Alli shuddered.

"Get away from me, Dudley," Alli struggled in his grip trying to pry his harsh grip on her arm. Dudley let out a booming laugh. His breath stung with stale beer and liquor. Alli winced. "This isn't funny, Dudley!" Alli said. But now there was more fear in her voice. Dudley, oblivious as he was, seemed to notice… and take advantage of it. He grabbed her other arm as well. Alli tried to get out of his grip.

"One kisshh," Dudley said leaning into her face. Alli turned her face and Dudley's lips crashed up against her cheek. He let one of her arms go just enough so he could close the bathroom door. He fumbled with the lock until Alli was trapped with Dudley. Dudley backed Alli up into the corner. "Come on, baby," Dudley laughed. He grabbed her face in his hands, crushing her, and pushed his lips against hers. Alli gagged. Much worse than his breath, was the taste of his tongue. Alli struggled to push Dudley's fat body away, but his weight was no use against Alli's fragile muscles. Dudley's fat hands slipped up Alli's cami and tickled her stomach. Alli felt tears well up in her eyes. She was helpless against him. When Dudley's let go to take a breath, Alli began to wail.

"Dudley! Stop! Please, let me go! HARRY! HELP ME!" Alli cried. Tears ran down her cheeks. Dudley removed her camisole easily. His fingers reached up in her bra, touched her. His mouth detached itself from hers and began to meet up with where his hands were harassing. "HARRY!"

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Harry heard Alli's screams and darted from his room. He heard Dudley's drunken laughs and slurs and immediately knew what was happening. He blasted the lock on the bathroom door with a flick of his wand. He bounded for Dudley, jumping on him. Tearing him back. Falling. Crashing. Pain. Alli's screams. Blood. Punches and kicks. And then… silence. Harry threw Alli her cami, who hastily put it back on.

"When will he wake up?" Alli asked. Her voice was hoarse from screaming. Vernon and Petunia were still fast asleep. An earthquake couldn't wake them. Harry shrugged at Alli's question.

"Probably not until morning. Are you sure you're alright?" he asked her for the 5th time. Alli nodded. Although, she was not quite sure herself. Dudley gave her quite a scare. She never knew how much lust that boy had hidden under all his fat. "C'mon. Let's get him to bed so my uncle and aunt don't find him here tomorrow." Alli nodded in agreement. The Potters struggled to lift the 200+ pound boy off the ground and then gave up and decided to just drag him to his room. Alli could finally breathe again once she was snuggled under the covers of her made up bed.

"I'm sorry about him, Als," Harry said. Alli shrugged.

"My hotness provoked him. I understand," Alli said smugly. Harry laughed to himself. How much more interesting could his life get?