Chapter One

Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter nor Final Fantasy 10.

Chapter One.

"Here Harry."

Harry blinked away the spots in his eyes from the hallway light and looked up at the boy who had interrupted his sleep. He hadn't come at midnight, so Harry had assumed he wasn't going to come at all. Sometimes he didn't.

The basket was pushed in front of Harry's face again and the small boy squinted his eyes in an attempt to make out what was within it. His awakener huffed in impatience and moved around Harry into his cupboard. A moment later, a hand placed Harry's glasses on his face, and the four year old was able to see again.

"Sorry I'm late." His awakener apologized.

"It's okay." Harry reassured quickly. He smiled widely, "I thought you had forgotten about me…"

"Never, Harry. Never ever."

Harry smiled again and took the basket from his night-time friend. It was filled with the leftovers from dinner that his aunt had thrown away rather than giving to him. Harry knew he didn't deserve to eat the good people's food, but he was thankful that his night-time friend cared enough to bring it to him anyway. Harry never felt good when his belly was empty.

"You's sorry." Harry said with a smile right as his friend had been about to open his mouth.

"I suppose you know me a bit too well, Harry." His friend agreed amiably. "I am sorry though, that I can't do more. The Dursleys are awful people, and you deserve better."

Harry placed a tiny hand on his friends shoulder, "You do too, Dudley. You do too."

Eight year old Harry Potter winced as the fist came bearing down at him, he held his breath and braced himself only for the fist to skim past his head at the last moment and hit the brick wall behind him at full force. Even as the bully began to scream in pain, Harry met his eyes and saw the carefully hidden shame.

Harry took this time to escape his wailing cousin's grasp. He ducked past the slightly taller boy and didn't stop running until he was deep in the forest past the park. Harry was only slightly out of breath from the long run, as he had had years of practice running from his cousin and his cousins friends.

Harry had learned early on out of necessity how to be constantly aware of his surroundings and to never be predictable in his hiding places. His cousin had an almost uncanny ability to find him and keep up with him when he found him, so it was always a challenge to get away.

It made Harry really wish sometimes that Dudley took after his father more in the weight department. Unfortunately, Dudley was probably the most fit kid in their entire school from all the sports he had insisted to be in. Although, on the plus side, because of Dudley, Harry was also in a few sports, because Dudley hadn't wanted to go alone, and his friends were not interested.

Dudley, Harry thought as he walked through the thick foliage, was strange. He contradicted himself at nearly every turn, and did things that often made no sense. Harry was quite sure that his slightly older cousin had split personalities. One of those personalities, Harry had become quite attached to. It was his best friend, but he had been showing up less and less in the last couple of months. The other… was the one who had just tried to beat him up. Harry wasn't as fond of that personality.

Nine year old Harry Potter winced as their Sensei walked towards them. He quickly clambered to his feet and stood with his posture straight, or defined, as his sensei called it. Beside him, his Cousin did the same, though with a grace that Harry was secretly a little more than jealous of.

"Potter." Their Sensei barked out in a heavily Japanese accented voice.

"Sensei!" Harry called out in reply.

"Dursley!" Their Sensei called out next.

"Sensei!" Dudley called out.

"Seiyunchin." Their Sensei demanded.

"Hai!" Both cousins instantly started going through the motions of the Tiger Kata.

Harry watched his cousin out of the corner of his eye, and found himself once again jealous. The older boy had such grace and speed to his movements; it was as if the blond had been born with them. Harry felt like he was working twice as hard as his cousin and yet, not getting as good of results. It wasn't fair.

"Potter, pay attention!"

Harry jumped at the intrusion to his thoughts and immediately went back to his Kata. "Hai!"

Ten year old Harry Potter glanced at his cousin. The slightly older boy was sitting on the front porch; he looked as if he was fighting with himself over something. Harry watched the usually confident boy pick at the grass beside the step. Harry carefully closed the door behind him and moved closer to the blond. It was strange, as normally when he saw his cousin, he would take off in the opposite direction. "Dudley?"

Dudley looked up and nearly jumped a foot in shock, "Harry, I didn't see you there."

Harry's eyes widened. Dudley hadn't called him by his name in months, could that mean…? "Wh—what's wrong?"

Dudley sighed, "Something happened. I don't know what to do."

"…Dudley?" Harry asked, just to be sure.

"Yeah. It's me. Sorry I've been gone for so long." Dudley replied with a weak smile.

"It's okay." Harry reassured. "What's happened?"

"…I got a letter today."

Harry wasn't sure what to say. He never got letters, so he wasn't sure why it had shaken his cousin so much. Harry sat down gingerly on the step beside his cousin and asked hesitantly, "What did it say?"

"It was an invitation to a school. I want to go… but… I don't want to go. I think—I think you're the only one who can understand what I mean by that."

Harry nodded slightly as he mulled the words over. Finally, he looked up at his cousin and replied, "You want to go, but mean Dudley doesn't?"

"Exactly." Dudley replied sadly. "I sent them a reply already. I told them that I couldn't go right now."

"Maybe you can go someday then?" Harry, ever the optimist pointed out.

"Maybe someday…" Dudley agreed wistfully.

The change was visible, and Harry was off the step and halfway down the driveway when his cousin suddenly jerked as if coming out of a deep sleep, "Hey Freak, if you're running away, make sure you don't come back!"

Harry just sighed as he continued walking to the park. Yes, he thought. Dudley was definitely strange.

"Wake up cousin! We're going to the Zoo!"

Harry pulled the string for his light and winced as bits of dust fluttered into his eyes. He heard the light footsteps of his cousin walk past his door, followed a second later by the far too heavy footfalls of his uncle.

The door to his cupboard was pulled open and he was pulled harshly through the opening. Harry blinked at the bright hallway light and adjusted his glasses so he could see clearer.

"Get started on breakfast Boy, and make sure not to burn anything. I want everything perfect for Dudley's special day."

Harry sighed and moved past his tall, horse necked aunt. Idly, he wondered, not for the first time, if Dudley was adopted. He looked very little like ether of his parents, besides the fact that his hair was blond, and even that was much brighter than the badly dyed blond of his mother. And hey, while he was on the subject, maybe Harry wasn't related to them ether, and had accidentally been given to the wrong family!

"Boy! Bring me my coffee."

"Yes Uncle Vernon." Harry replied. He carefully brought his uncle his coffee and went back to cooking.

From the living room, he heard mean Dudley shouting, "But last year! Last year I had thirty seven!"

He heard his aunt simper up to the boy, "Well, this is what we're going to do. We're going to go downtown, and buy you two new presents, how's that pumpkin?"

Harry sighed and turned back to the bacon he was cooking. It amused him how mean Dudley acted. If his parents only knew that the reason he demanded so much from them was because he knew that they had a lot to give… or that out of all of his gifts, he kept maybe ten to himself and gave the rest to charity. They would freak.

Of course, mean Dudley had no idea what happened to most of his gifts, as they always disappeared during the night. Harry knew though, because Dudley's birthday night was one of the few times he got to see his best friend these days.

Dudley had explained it to him on his last birthday. He had told Harry that the reason he came out so often when they were young, is because his will was stronger than mean Dudley's. Now though, mean Dudley had grown enough that his will was stronger than Harry's best friend's. It meant that Harry's Dudley didn't get to come out barely at all.

"Boy, hurry it up!"

"Yes Aunt Petunia." Harry replied automatically.

Harry had turned eleven only moments before the door was suddenly knocked off of its hinges. A large, no, gargantuan, man walked through. He put the door back up where it was supposed to be and gave the equivalent of a sheepish shrug. Though on a man as large as him, it just looked terrifying. "Sorry bout that."

"I demand that you leave here a-at once!" Uncle Vernon demanded.

The large man glared, "Oh dry up Dursley you great prune. Well, I haven't seen you since you was a baby Harry, but yer lookin good. Yer color's much different then I remember though."

"I'm not Harry." Dudley said with a hint of distaste. Very little fear though, unlike what Harry was feeling when he looked upon the huge man.

"I—I am." Harry cut in. He stepped out from his hiding place so that he was just behind his cousin.

"Ahh. A course ye are." The large man amended. "I brought ye something. Fraid I may 'ave sat on it at one point, but I imagine it'll taste fine all the same. Baked it myself, words and all." Out of his jacket, the large man pulled a large pink frosted cake with the words Harry Potter on the middle in green frosting.

"Thank you…" Harry said gratefully. He moved so that he was standing beside his cousin instead of behind him, but still made no move to take the cake from the man.

"We'll its not everyday yer young man turns eleven, now is it?"

Harry glanced at his relatives, his aunt looked as if she had swallowed something sour, her arms were crossed defiantly and her posture was rigid. His uncle on the other hand, was turning an alarming shade of purple, and his foot was tapping to the floor in time with the angry twitching of his right eye. Dudley was just standing in front of the large man with a skeptical look on his face.

"Excuse me, but who are you?" Harry asked.

The man moved further into the hut and over to the fireplace. His large frame hid what he was doing from view, but a second later, a large fire had been started. The man turned around, "Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts. Course, you know all about Hogwarts."

Harry noticed his cousin go stiff at the name but shook his head, "No, sorry."

"No?" The man repeated in shock, "Harry, didn't you ever wonder where your mum and dad learned it?"

Harry shrugged slightly, "Learned what?"

That was when Harry found out that he was a wizard.

Harry felt the cold, clammy hands of his traitor professor push him in front of the Mirror of Erised. "Now, tell me what you see. What is it? What do you see?"

Harry looked into the mirror and saw the same thing he saw the last time. He and Dudley were grinning with their arms thrown brotherly over each other's shoulders. His mother was behind them to their right, and his Father was behind them to their left. The reason he was so enamored with the mirror was because until he had seen it, he hadn't even known what his parents had looked like.

"..I see myself shaking hands with Dumbledore. We've just won the house cup!" he lied. There was no way he would mention his cousin to someone who had been trying to kill him all year.

"He lies." The voice from the back of Professor Quirrell's head hissed.

Quirrell glared at Harry and dug his hands into his shoulders, "Tell the truth! What do you see?"

"Let me see him."

Quirrell froze and then whispered to himself, "No, Master, you're not strong enough!"

"I'm strong enough for this."

Harry finally got to meet the monster who had killed his parents.

"Here Harry."

Harry looked up from the photo-album on his desk at the sound of the voice. Dudley was standing in his doorway with a basket of food. "Hullo Dudley."

"I'm sorry." Dudley apologized about the multitude of locks on Harry's door, "I tried to get myself to talk sense into the Dursley's, but I couldn't manage it. It's getting harder and harder for me to—to be here at all."

Harry closed his photo-album and looked as his best friend in concern. He asked, "Are you okay though?"

Dudley sat down on his cousin's poor excuse for a bead and sighed tiredly, "I'll be fine, Harry. It's just hard, watching my body do things that I have no control over. Though, even as it's getting harder to take control, it's also getting easier. As in, when I do get control, I have it for longer periods of time."

"Does mean Dudley see out of your eyes when you're in control?"

"No." Dudley replied. "He's sleeping. It's why I'm better at taking control at night, that way he doesn't know about me."

"Oh."

"So, you're a wizard then." Dudley commented idly.

"Yeah. It's wonderful, Dudley. You would love Hogwarts. I wish you could be there too."

Dudley grinned, "Maybe someday I will be."

"The letter!" Harry said, perhaps a bit louder than he should have. They both went silent to make sure the Dursley's hadn't woken up. When it was clear that they hadn't, Harry spoke again, this time in an excited whisper, "You're a wizard too, aren't you!"

Dudley nodded with a small smile.

"Well, I'll leave you my first year books under the floorboards when I go back to school. That way, even if you can't do the spells yet, when you eventually get a wand, you'll know how." Harry said.

Dudley smiled with excitement that matched his cousin, "Thank you, Harry."

"How was your year?" Harry asked.

"It was good. I managed to become Captain, and star player, might I add, of the Smeltings Water Polo team. Apparently it's huge news for a first year to go up the rankings so fast. The school itself is terrible though, I never thought there would be a school that actually encourages bullying." Dudley shook his head slightly, "What about you? How was your year?"

"Well, I made some new friends. Ron and Hermione. Ron's brilliant at Chess, and Hermione's brilliant at well, everything, really. The school work itself leaves a little to be desired, I mean, learning magic is brilliant, it really is, but everything is really backwards. Wizards think that they're superior to Muggles, or non-magic folk, when in reality, Muggles would have no problem taking down Wizards. The Wizards whole system is very medieval. I mean, they use quills and ink to write, and they write on parchment instead of paper!"

Dudley suddenly stood up with wide eyes, "I have to go!"

Harry nodded in understanding and quickly opened the door for his cousin. He heard the sound of the locks snapping back into place followed by the light footsteps of his cousin running across the hallway back to his own room. Sometimes, no, all the time, Harry really wished that his best friend would be able to over power mean Dudley.

A week later, when the Weasley boys came to pick Harry up in the middle of the night with their dads flying car, Harry's eyes stayed locked on the figure sitting outside on the front steps. Dudley watched him escape his prison with a sad smile, and Harry couldn't help but wish that they could have taken him too.

Harry looked down at the petrified form of the only female friend he had ever had. "I wish- I wish that the stories Dudley used to tell me when we were little were true. Although, I'm not sure I'd know what a Soft was, even if it was directly in front of me."

"Or the spell Esuna. He said that that was the most helpful spell for a white mage to know, especially on Mount Gagazet. I don't know why I'm talking about this, they were just stories my cousin made up when we were little. I looked up Mount Gagazet in an Atlas, but it doesn't exist. My cousin has some imagination though, his stories were always so detailed. I've never told anyone about him before, because, because I'm afraid that there's something wrong with him, and if I tell anyone, they'll take him away from me."

Harry sighed and leaned on his hands, "You need to get better Hermione. We're hopeless without you, Ron and I. We really are."

"So you fought a Basilisk?" Dudley asked incredulously, "And you're twelve? There was a basilisk in your school?"

"Yeah. It was scary." Harry shuddered slightly. He kicked his feet slightly to get the swing to move, and smiled as his cousin did the same.

"Did you remember my stories about the Basilisks? Or about how you have to avoid looking them in the eyes?"

"Yeah. How did you know that anyway?"

Dudley stopped swinging, "I—I don't know Harry. I know things, lots of things that my other self doesn't know. I just don't know… how I know these things though. A lot of the things I know aren't even true—so I don't know why I feel like they are."

"I wish there was something I could do to help you…"

"Stay safe. It helps me more than you'd know." Dudley replied. "I'm the older cousin; it's my job to protect you."

Harry smiled at that. His cousin had always protected him, which was strange, as his cousin was also the person he had had to run from the most. His smile dimmed slightly when he told his cousin the rest of his news, "You know how we discovered that I can talk to snakes? Back on your birthday at the Zoo?"

"Yeah, what about it?" Dudley asked.

"Apparently, when Voldemort tried to kill me after killing my parents, some of his power transferred over to me. I'm a dark wizard."

"Harry… Power is just power. There is no evil or good, it's all in the intent. I mean, the so called light spells can kill just as easily as the so called dark ones. If you don't use the abilities given to you for evil, then you're not evil."

Harry smiled and felt as if a burden had been released off of his shoulders. Hearing it from Dumbledore had made him feel slightly better, but Dudley had always been the one he went to for advice. "Thanks Dudley."

Dudley shifted slightly and sighed.

Harry recognized the signs and sighed, "How much longer do you have?"

"About fifteen minutes." Dudley replied quietly, "We should be heading back."

"Yeah."

"Vernon's sister Marge is getting here tomorrow, be careful not to set her off Harry. Her dogs are dangerous, and, well, after I used so much energy to take over tonight, I doubt I'll be able to do anything to help you."

"It's okay. I'll be fine."

The next day Harry lost his temper and his Aunt Marge was blown up like a balloon. After the Wizards brought her back, they erased hers and the Dursley's memories of the incident. Mean Dudley forgot, but Harry's Dudley didn't.

He was happy that his cousin was learning how to protect himself.

"Harry, after this is all over…" Sirius gestured to the stunned forms of Snape, along with Pettigrew, "Would you like to come live with me? I mean, I'd understand if you didn't, if you wanted to stay with your family, but—"

"I'd love to come live with you Sirius." Harry cut him off with a wide smile. Inwardly, he felt sick at the guilt that filled him just at the thought of leaving his cousin.

"Brilliant." Sirius said. He glanced over at Ron and Hermione who were talking quietly, "I'm sorry about your friend's leg."

"It's okay, Sirius. He knows you didn't mean to hurt him." Harry said. He stared off into the distance and imagined what it would be like if he and Dudley both lived with Sirius. It would be wonderful.

"What are you thinking about?"

Harry looked at his godfather contemplatively and then glanced over at his friends to make sure that they weren't listening, "My cousin. He's, well, he and I are good friends. Brothers really. He's a wizard too, but he didn't come to Hogwarts because he was afraid that his parents would think he was a freak. They don't like magic, you see. I was just wondering if you and he would get along."

"We'll have to see." Sirius replied, "Maybe he can come visit us over the summer?"

"That'd be brilliant Sirius, but I- I don't know if he'd want to. He's—kind of strange."

Of course, Harry never got to test it, as Sirius was never proven innocent because Peter Pettigrew got away.

"You're godfather's a mass murderer?"

"He's innocent." Harry argued instantly, "He was framed by another man named Peter Pettigrew."

Dudley's smile wavered slightly, "When he eventually gets proven innocent… are you- are you going to move in with him?"

Harry was about to say yes, when he saw the fragile smile on his cousin's face, "Maybe… I mean, I don't know."

"It's fine, if you do. All right?" Dudley said. "I'll be okay here."

"You shouldn't have to be! It isn't fair." Harry argued, "You should be at Hogwarts, with me."

Dudley smiled slightly, "Maybe someday."

"You always say that." Harry whined.

"You're going to be fourteen at midnight." Dudley changed the subject. They both looked over at the clock on the wall, "Another ten minutes."

Ten minutes later, the clock struck twelve and Dudley cut himself off from telling Harry about how their Sensei always asked about him. He handed Harry an envelope, "Happy Birthday Harry."

Harry looked at the envelope questioningly, "Can I open it now?"

Dudley nodded, "Yeah. Go ahead."

Harry opened the envelope carefully and smiled when he saw the interior. Inside were twenty four pictures, all of which Dudley had taken over the years with a camera he had bought with the money his Aunt Mage had given him when he was four. Every picture was of Harry and Dudley, though most of the pictures were from when they were eight and younger, back when Dudley had been able to take control more often.

"Dudley… wow, these are brilliant. Thank you!" Harry said. He then shot his cousin an amused look, "I can't believe it's taken you seven years to get these developed!"

Dudley scratched the back of his head and gave a sheepish smile, "I got held up."

A group of owls started tapping on the window and Harry hurried over to let them in. Dudley watched him open his gifts and smiled when his face lit up at reading one of the letters. "The Weasleys are coming to get me early this year; apparently we're going to the Quidditch world cup!" Harry wasn't able to contain his excitement.

Dudley laughed quietly, "You'll have to tell me all about it next summer."

"I will." Harry promised.

"Harry, we need to figure out how you'll do the next task."

Harry looked up from the book on possession that he was skimming through, "What about it Hermione?"

"Harry!" She all but screeched, "Take this more seriously!"

"No, no. Its okay, Hermione. I already know what I'm going to do for this one."

"You—wait. What?"

"I have to go to the bottom of the lake to get something I'll miss, right? I'll just hold my breath. The task is only an hour long, it'll be easy."

"Harry… you can't possibly hold your breath that long." She said as if she was talking to a small child.

"Yes I can." Harry insisted stubbornly. "Me and- " He caught himself just in time. Dudley had made him promise not to tell anyone about him as Harry knew him. He was afraid that he would be put in a nut house. The only reason he had even mentioned his cousin to Sirius, is because eventually, he was planning on asking his godfathers help to help Dudley. "-a kid from school were partners on the after school water polo team. We taught ourselves how to hold our breaths for really long periods of time. Although, I think in hindsight that it may have had something to do with my magic, why I was able to- but the ability never went away."

"Really?" Hermione asked, "You were on the water polo team?"

"I was also in Karate, and football. My cousin, I mentioned him before right? Well, he wanted to go but he didn't want to go alone, so I was dragged along."

"I always got the impression that your cousin was lazy." Hermione mentioned.

"No. He's probably the fittest person I know." Harry replied. He managed to almost completely erase the jealousy he felt from his voice, but by her look, Hermione still caught it.

"So how long can you hold your breath for at one time?"

"Well, my best personal record was three hours." Harry replied honestly. Of course, as far as they knew, Dudley could stay underwater for almost as long as he wanted, so Harry's record wasn't all that great in the grand scheme of things.

"Hey Big D." Harry called out insultingly.

Mean Dudley turned on his heel and shifted into a stance Harry recognized as the beginning form of the Dragon Kata. His arms dropped back down to his sides a moment later and he grunted, "Oh, it's you."

"How long have you been Big D then?" Harry asked with a mocking smile. He hated mean Dudley, absolutely hated him.

"Shut it." Mean Dudley demanded, turning away.

"It's a cool name." Harry said insultingly as he fell in to step with his still taller cousin. "But you'll always be Ickle Diddykins to me."

Mean Dudley sputtered angrily and spun around to face his cousin, "I said shut it!"

"Don't your friends know that that's what your mum calls you?"

"Shut your face!" Mean Dudley snarled. His hands began to clench and unclench with anger, though it was clear to Harry that the blond was afraid to attack him. He was terrified that Harry would use magic on him.

"You don't tell her to shut up. What about the other names she calls you? Pumpkin, Diddydums? Can I use those too?"

Dudley's strong jaw was twitching with anger, and Harry felt a perverse sense of justice that he was siphoning off his own frustration onto the blond. Besides, if Dudley was watching, he'd probably be getting a kick out of it too. Dudley had come out the week before, and Harry had told him everything that had happened in the horrible past year. Dudley had been furious about what his schoolmates had put him through, but in the end, he had managed to make Harry realize that none of what had happened was his fault. Unfortunately, because of how long the talk had taken, and how long Dudley had possessed mean Dudley's body, it also meant that Harry would most likely not be seeing his cousin again till next summer.

As they continued their walk home, mocking one another all the way, it got to the point that mean Dudley took things too far. He mentioned Cedric, and how Harry had been calling out for him at night. And then, he had mocked Harry for it.

Harry pulled out his want and pointed it at his cousin, who immediately looked terrified.

"Get that thing out of my face!" He demanded.

Harry was using every ounce of his willpower not to attack his cousin, because if he attacked Mean Dudley, he was also attacking Dudley, which is something he would not do. The night started to grow cold around them, and for a painstaking moment, Harry thought that he had cast magic without meaning to.

The sky went black as the stars seemed to blink out one by one, and beside him, he could hear mean Dudley's breaths coming out in great puffs of air. It suddenly felt as if nothing would ever be right again, as if all the happiness in the world had been sucked away, leaving only this cold, empty feeling.

Dementors. Harry realized distantly. But in Little Whinging?

Beside him, mean Dudley cried out for him to stop doing whatever it was he was doing, and a second later, Harry felt a fist hit the side of his head. His wand flew from his hands as he dropped to the ground. He pulled himself up onto his hands and knees as his eyes watered and head pounded, "You idiot, Dudley!" he yelled.

He grasped for his wand in the darkness blindly and heard mean Dudley's footsteps going away from him. He heard mean Dudley run into the alley wall, followed by a horrible squelching noise before he couldn't hear mean Dudley anymore.

He managed to get his wand back in his hands, though if asked later, he wouldn't be able to explain how he had done it. He was so desperate to help his cousin. "Expecto Patronum!"

A small mist of light pushed against the Dementor that was targeting him, but it hadn't worked properly. Probably due to his overwhelming fear for his cousin. He saw the pale, slimy, hands grasping for him. A rushing noise filled his ears, the kind that only happens when you're so overwhelmed with fear and panic that you're thoughts are silent and everything is moving far too fast for you to comprehend.

"Expecto Patronum!" He tried again. His voice sounded distant to his own ears, and again, it only produced a small wisp of silver light.

He felt the Dementor getting closer and closer to him and found himself getting more and more frantic. Distantly, he wondered what death would be like, and if he would see Dudley on the other side.

No. That wouldn't happen. He wouldn't let it.

"Expecto Patronum!" He shouted.

A beautiful stag materialized from the silver mist, and the Dementor screeched as it was driven away. Harry looked around the alleyway frantically for his cousin, and what he saw made his heart stop in his chest. He saw the lips of the Dementor meet the lips of his cousin, and a second later, his cousin dropped to the ground, completely lifeless.

Harry vaguely noticed his Stag Patronis chasing the rest of the Dementors away as he rushed to where his cousin lay unmoving on the pavement. He didn't notice as the stars flickered back in to place one by one, or as all sound returned to the alley. All he noticed was his cousin, unmoving before him.

"Dudley?" He whispered as all adrenaline left him. He dropped to his knees on the ground next to his cousin and laid his hands on the blonde's unmoving chest. He heard the sound of footsteps running into the alley but didn't pull his eyes away from his cousin. "…Dudley?"

Dudley Dursley was dead.