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Warning: Slash will be mentioned in the story. Nothing explicit.

A/n: Sorry I know it's been awhile since I updated this. I was having a major case of writers block. I'll try and get new chapters out faster. Hope a little longer chapter helps make up for it. Thanks so much to all of you who reviewed.

The Past Revisited

Melinda's POV (thought I'd try a different person. This will probably be the only time I'll do her.) -#1-

On to the story. ; )

Storming into the kitchen Dudley just barely remembered to shut the door before exploding. Melinda sighed into the stove. She wondered wistfully if Dudley would ever give her one day without some sort of idiotic comment. It was bad enough that she was eternally stuck as Mrs. Dudley Dursley, why on earth couldn't her mother have found her someone better?

Dudley scowled. She subtly rolled her eyes as she wondered if his face would actually ever freeze that way.

She staggered up on her feet and pasted her patent, simpering smile on her face.

As he took a breath Melinda interrupted with a condescending, "Oh no. What is the matter dear Dudders?"

That was all the excuse he needed to burst into action. Dudley practically exploded with the force of hatred spewing out of him.

Pacing back and forth through the kitchen the man wasn't saying anything new. All his ranting was happening at such a fast pace that Melinda almost couldn't understand anything.

-- Flash --

Dudley walked (in slow motion of course) toward her. She backed away in horror. Covering her face with her hands she knew that there was nothing to be done. Massive

amounts of disgusting drool came squirting at her from his moving lips. It was like an ending to a bad horror comedy! Picking up a pan she made a last attempt to save

herself. If only she could make it to the --

-- End Flash --

Shaking her head Melinda popped back to reality. She realized that Dudley was still going strong and had knocked over one of the chairs. Contemplating her very

strange daydream she inwardly smiled wondering if she was going to start turning into one of her favorite characters from Scrubs. -#2-

Tuning back into her husband's tantrum she noticed that he was talking nonstop about his cousin still.

Looking at his purple face she vaguely analyzed whether or not she should take him to a doctor soon. These stresses could not be good for his heart.

She grimaced as her attention turned momentarily towards the menace currently sitting in her living room. He was trying to destroy the one good thing about her

marriage to Dudley; the high society parties that she got to be hostess of.

Finally deciding to interrupt the quickly repeating bellowing Melinda stepped into his path. Flinching, she was relieved when he noticed her and stopped before she was crushed.

With a touch of real panic in her voice Melinda said, "Oh Dudley! Please do not let that aberration ruin our party. Think of what people will say. You cannot let them

think that you got run out of your own party." She scowled. "Now, I want you to go back out there and be your usual charming self. There's no use letting him screw

up the whole evening."



Dudley scratched his head obviously trying to think of something. It was a look she had unfortunately become very familiar with over the course of their marriage.

His face visibly brightening as he remembered, like a light bulb had gone off, Dudley growled, "What about when this mystery date of his comes calling. If I can't

handle one of the monsters how can I handle another?"

Putting off that problem until later, Melinda said, "We will deal with that if it comes up. Besides who would want to date that freak anyway? He's probably just wants

to show off or something. I doubt anyone will actually show up. Now shoo! Off with you. I need to make sure that this pot roast comes out right."

With a shrug off his shoulders, Dudley lumbered over to the kitchen door and took a deep breath. Just as he was about to shove it open a burst of carefree laughter

came from the living room.

Scowling, he gave one last look at his wife, who motioned him out, and stepped into the brightly lit room.

Melinda checked her watch and sighed. Turning back to her roast, she prayed that Dudley would actually smarten up for once so that this very important night could

go well. She had the foreboding feeling that it could still get a lot worse.

A/n: Please review. puppy eyes -Don't try to resist- :)

#1 Let me know if you liked her P.O.V. or not. If you don't tell me who knows what might happen next! -gasp-

#2 Come on people who watch scrubs! You can do it. Anyone who doesn't get this reference is so not a fan of the show.