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Chapter 4: The Two Meetings

When he woke up it was warm and he was encased in blankets. He burrowed deeper underneath them and started to wonder what he had to do today. Usually he had to go to work but today felt like a Sunday. If today was a Sunday then yesterday something outside of his regular routine must have happen. Now he just had to remember what it was. The memories of what happened yesterday descended on him like a sledgehammer. Making him bolted upright in the bed.

The room that greeted him was not his, this room was plain and empty. He slumped back in the bed and stared up at the ceiling. Last night had be uneventful. Dinner had been like the ones at Smeltings, noise and crowded. (Though without the attempts of trying to hit other kids over the head with a cane.) He hope that in the future he would be able to avoid the meals and just scavenge something from the kitchen.

Pushing himself up again he glanced over at the small table beside his bed. On it were two keys that were attached to a chain. One was a tiny golden one. The other one was silver and about 3 inches long. He tossed the blankets off of him and climbed out of bed. Grabbing them he went to the foot of the bed were a trunk sat. It was black with a small silver plaque on it which had the initials D. D. engraved in it. Next to the keyhole was a dial. The dial had sections of different colors and a arrow which was currently pointed at white. He took the silver key and tried unlocking the the trunk with it.

It worked and he opened the trunk to see a assortment of normal clothing much to his relief. He took out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Both of them fit as if they had been bought for him. "Which honestly is kinda creepy." Dudley thought to himself as he changed. He then folded his own clothes and set them in the trunk. Noting that he should probably wash them since they were covered in sand.

He then shut the trunk and looked at the dial. His curiosity getting the better of him he turned the dial to black and opened it again to see if it had done anything. To his surprise it had, inside the trunk were now wizard clothing. He then tried all the rest of the colors to see what would happen. Red,orange, and purple were all empty. The blue one had several different books, as well as some star charts and a telescope in it. The green one held a sort ment of what looked to him to be weird cooking utensils, along with different ingredients. One of which being eyes in a bottle. Which had thoroughly freaked him out when he picked them up to find something looking back at him.

But what had interested him the most was what was in the yellow compartment. There was two small wood boxes, a picture and the Hogwarts letter. He looked at the picture first.

It was of two adults and a kid standing in front of a beautiful american home. It had been winter when the picture was taken, so they were bundle up in wizard winter clothing. The man had messy brown hair that reminded him of Harry's, while the woman had light blond hair.

After seeing the kid he couldn't blame the Prewetts for mistaking him for Damon. They looked almost exactly alike (or at least in his current body).

Damon had his mother's light blond hair which could probably turn white pretty easily under stress. He was somewhat short and chubby though he probably grow out of both. He had a big toothy grin in the picture showing that he had been missing one of his front teeth when the picture had been taken.

Dudley smiled at the scene in the picture. It reminded him of some of his own Christmas photos only his hadn't moved.

He shook himself out of his memories and carefully tucked the photo make into the trunk. He then picked up the Hogwart's letter but all he gained from that was that Damon had most likely come over from America around his eleventh birthday.

He turned his attention to the two boxes next. One of the boxes had two dragons carved on it. One of the dragons looked filled with life while the other looked like it was merely a skeleton with skin. Arching over them were the words:

Thine memories with in I hold, From dawn until you lay cold.

Dudley shivered after he read this and carefully tucked the box into the a one of the back corners of the trunk without opening it.

The other box was long and thin. Opening it up he saw a wand. There was a small note attached to the top of the inside of the box that read:

We will buy you one that is suited for you, before you go to school. But hold onto this for the time being, it's a family heirloom so don't loose it. -M&D

Dudley scanned the note then plucked the wand from the case. Warmth instantly ran up through his fingertips as red and gold sparks swirled from the tip. Dudley yelped and dropped it back into the trunk where it rolled slowly across the bottom until it came to a stop in one of the corners. He shut the trunk with a snap and checked the fingertips of his hand for burns. There weren't any but he made a mental note to be more cautious when he picked the wand up the next time. He relocked the trunk then headed out of the bedroom in search of food.

-(Later that day)-

That afternoon he found himself in a park several blocks away from the orphanage. And at the current moment was trying to take a nap in a tree. Its branches being the perfect width apart to lay on without the fear of falling through them. He was just about to fall asleep, when he heard footstep and then someone kicked the tree.

"Lily this and Lily that! You'll do great Lily!"

There was another hash kick to the trunk of the tree. Carefully rolling over he looked down at the foot of the tree to see a tall, skinny, blonde-haired girl. She looked to be a couple years older than his current body. She continued to mutter angrily and kick the tree. He sighed and tried to think of what to do.

Dealing with angry kids really wasn't his forte, since he didn't have any experience. His kids had never really kicked up fuss with him because he was the soft one of their parents. And he had always been the one throwing the tantrum when he was a kid. So he guessed he just would have to wing it and see how it turned out.

He slide from the branches and landed beside the girl with a soft thud. The girl jumped and after quickly getting over her shock, lashed out at him.

"What were you doing up there? Spying on me!" She snapped as she glared at him.

He narrowed his eyes at her as he quickly started to lose his own temper. "Yeah, I can see the future and knew you would throw a tantrum under the tree I was trying to nap in." He said sarcasm practically dripping off every word.

She blushed and tried to cover her embarrassment by saying. "What are you taking a nap for you s-sick or something?"

"Nope, but you're green with envy because of this Lily girl."

"She's my sister and I am not jealous!" The girl yelled at him, turning even more red.

Dudley shrugged and tossed the leather jacket over his shoulder. "You can keep telling yourself that but to anyone else it's as plain as day." With that he ambled over to the swings. The girl followed close behind him. As he slumped down into one of the swings. The girl walked around and stationed herself stubbornly in front of him.

Hands on her hips, she fixed him with a glare and repeated. "I am not jealous of Lily." Dudley arched his eyebrows disbelievingly at her. Shifting uneasily under his gaze. She looked down at her shoes and muttered. "Alright, maybe I am a little."

Dudley snorted and said. "Try a lot."

She reddened and hiss. "Shut up! I don't even know way I am talking to a rude boy like you!"

He shrugged again and said. "Maybe because you just need someone to talk to." After a pause he continued. "So.. what can she do that you can't?"

"She can do magic!" Then realizing what she said she looked horrified. "I-I mean she…" She tailed off as she tried to come up with something up to fix her blunder.

"So she is a witch." He said calmly.

"Y-yeah, how do you know about magic?"

He ignored the question and turned his gazed up to the sky above. He was thinking of what he had heard Harry say once. It had made sense and so he repeated it. "Magic is like electricity. It can do some amazing things but it doesn't fix all our problems. Sometimes it is even the cause of the problems because it can break down and even kill people if we're not careful on how we handle it. So really being able to use is both a blessing and a curse. And in the end you shouldn't be that jealous cause you know you can still do other things she can't." He looked back at the girl to see a thoughtful expression on her face. "Now come and swing with me instead of standing there, I can't even remember the last time I was on one of theses." He said as he flailed his legs a little in a failed attempt to get moving.

The girl laughed and took the swing beside him. "What's your name by the way?" She asked as she started to slowly swing back and forth, while still watching him make his miserable attempts to move his.

"Damon Drake." He said with only a slight pause that went unnoticed.

"I am Petunia Evans, nice to meet you." She said with a smile.

Dudley nearly fell off his swing in shock. I just befriended my mum!

-(Author notes)-

I hoped you enjoyed and are willing to review.

The dial idea i got from Howl's Moving Castle.