Dudley Dursley was a mutant whale, electrocuted until his fat glands erupted. At least that's what Harry told himself as an explanation for his cousin's enormous weight. Now, at seventeen, Dudley had surpassed the weight of a teenage elephant. He was extremely pink, with blonde hair, so the pig tail that Hagrid, the caretaker at Hogwarts, gave Dudley seemed to fit in perfectly with the rest of him.

But sadly, thanks to his parents, the extremely over grown boy was terribly spoiled. He always got what he wanted whenever he wanted. And worse still, the boys enormous weight made him the perfect predator against small Harry. Recently, however, that changed. The summer before Harry's fifth year, Dementors came into Privet Drive. Dementors were fully cloaked and hooded beings who, up until a few months ago, guarded the wizarding prison, Azkaban. Dementors actually fed on happy memories, leaving the victim to relive horrible ones, also giving them the feeling that they would never be able to feel happy again. Dudley had seemed to be reliving horrible memories, which Harry couldn't understand since Dudley had the perfect life.

The Trio sat on the E-Z chairs and sofas, so as not to fall down as the pig lumbered to them. He grinned gleefully. "Hey, freak. Back for the summer? Well, this summer is gonna be fun. I've wanted to pay you back for the Demntnus you set on me."

In unison, the Trio stood up, to pay their respects. "Well, well, well," Dudley sneered looking at the other two.

"Ronald Weasley," Ron said sticking out his hand. With no response, he brought it back, pretending to swipe his hair behind his ear.

The Blob set his greedy, piggy eyes on Hermione. "Well, well, well," he repeated. "What do we have here? Come to see me? Of course. Sorry for making you wait, babe." He placed his hand somewhere behind Hermione which was inappropriate. She turned a furious red, and tried to slap him, but the Hog grabbed her arms before she could. "Come on, baby. You know you want to try me."

Surprisingly, Harry stood up before Ron did. "Don't touch her" He said in a steel voice. Dudley turned, and threw Hermione at Ron. The grappled and held each other.

"And what are you going to do about it freak?"

"It's just a warning. Do. . . not. . . touch. . . my. . . friends."

Dudley looked horrified. "She was your friend? Ewwww! Of course I wouldn't touch a whor-'' He got cut off by a door to the face. Literally. Harry had picked up a door, tore it off its hinges, and slammed Piggy with it. Fatty hit the ground hard, then bounced up, then fell, and then bounced up again.

Harry kneeled next to him. "Look, it's just going to be you and us. It'll be three against one. And if I can take you alone, imagine what we can do. Now run your fat self off and eat the roast beef."

Hoggy nodded, shaking his seven Jell-o chins, and ran off to go stuff his face.

Harry sank down onto the E-Z chair and supported his head with his hand. Ron shot him a glare from over Hermione's shoulder. Harry jumped up, startled. Had he imagined? Hopefully. Returning to his position, Harry sighed. "Maybe it was a bad idea for you guys to come here."

"No, Harry." Hermione said, detaching her red-eyed self from Ron. Her voice seemed extremely strong for a violated girl.

"Hey," Ron tried to joke. "Maybe he tried to do that because he crushed every girl he sat twenty feet away from."

"How?" Harry asked.

"His stomach!" Weak chuckles ran throughout each of them.

Harry looked at the door he had ripped off. "How're we going to fix that?"

"Easy." Hermione said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Ron tried to lift it to help her but couldn't get it five inches off the ground. "Honestly!" Hermione huffed, and with what seemed like no strength at all, she lifted it up and lined it up with the hinges. Harry started dying with laughter as Ron said, "I've lost all faith as a man."

Hermione took out and waved her wand. "Reparo!"

Harry was confused. "Wait, how can you-'' at that moment, an owl flew in and then out of the room, leaving nothing but a single envelope. Hermione picked it up and promptly threw it away.

"So, really, Harry," she said. "You can't sleep in the-''

"Shut up." Harry said as if it was nothing.

"But I-''

"Shut up."

"But you can't-''

"Shut up."

"But-'' Harry lunged at her. She screamed in delight as Harry started tickling her. Ron joined in by holding her limbs together to prevent her from escaping. They finally stopped when Dudley came out, sandwich in hand.

Harry's anger returned. "Hey Blubber Boy! Which number sandwich is that? #18?"

Dudley glared before looking ashamed. "#38" he whispered. He jiggled all the way up at the tremendous roar of laughter.

Ron looked at the clock. "Eleven o'clock. All right, guys, we gotta sleep."

They adjourned to their respective rooms. Harry went to his cupboard. It seemed smaller than he remembered. He sat on the edge. He didn't know what he was waiting for, it just seemed right. A half-hour later after Ron's buzz saw snores filled the air, the door opened. "Harry?"

Harry looked up. "Yeah, Hermione?" She walked in and sat next to him.

"I just wanted to say thanks. For protecting me."

Harry chuckled and wrapped his arm around her. "Don't worry, Hermione. I'll always be there."

"Thanks." She got up and left.

Finally, Harry felt able to lie down. He wished he didn't, for as soon as he did, memories flooded back. He remembered the locket; R.A.B; Dumbledore dying; Snape's betrayal; Sirius's death; and his family. Each memory took him back to that time. He felt as if there was a connection, but before he could think of anything, he fell asleep.

A/N: This is not HP/HG, even though I support that. This is just a way to instill the brother sister relationship between them.