Chapter four: Home visit (sensei) and Vernon.

Harry winced as his rubbed over the tops of his arms though for maybe the first time ever it wasn't because they were bruised, though they were slightly, it was because of the lesson.

Sensei Vesey had made them do 30 push-ups and then sit-ups one after another before even starting the lesson. After that the class of only nine students ranging from white-belt (Harry and Natalie) to blue belt (Blaise and Marcus) – all those above that level attended another class on different days – were made to go through a series of movements that made up different blocks,

He even set 'homework' – to wash the car and then wax it, pulling the wax on with one hand in a large circular motion and then off with the other hand in the same manner…he'd been decent enough to explain that it helped the body become used to the motions that you were making, after a while you wouldn't even think about the movement just do it automatically.

"You'll get used to it," Sensei Vesey assured patting his back as they walked up the path to number 4 – parking outside of Marcus' house after dropping him off. "No matter what exercise you do, your muscles would have been forced to change and strengthen to endure more. The more they can endure the stronger you will get."

"No pain, No gain right?" Harry guessed glumly ignoring the sadistic smirk from his new teacher. Walking straight into the house he found Petunia in the kitchen who looked at him in horror seeing how much he needed a shower from all the sweat. "Aunt Petunia, this is Sensei Vesey. He wants to speak to you."

"Shower. Now." Petunia ordered pushing him towards the stairs, she glanced at the sensei before motioning him to follow. "I'll show him what you got yesterday. Don't make a mess in the bathroom."
"Yes aunt."

When harry finally got out of the shower he walked back into his bedroom where he could hear them speaking from with only a pair of his new shorts on and a towel around his shoulders, catching the last of the drops from his hair.

On his bed was the 'alternative' tournament-style that Blaise had forced to get. The room, now he bothered to look, was light green on three walls and then on one was wall paper with a dark-green and silver wall paper was went in vertical stripes, all of the furniture was a light, solid oak and the shelves on the wall had been pained the same colour as the walls but in gloss.

"Try that one on." Sensei Vesey ordered pointing to the karate gi, Harry bit lip before picking it up and walking over to the bathroom.

It fit him perfectly, if not a little big at the moment, and even with no muscle it looked completely right on him. After adding his newly-acquired white belt to the mix he once again entered his room.

"It's like he was born to wear it," Petunia exclaimed jumping up from the stylish but comfortable desk chair in shock. Harry blushed but didn't look down, "Light colours always did suit you more. Though dark is perfect too."

"Built up a bit more…I do believe Blaise knew what he was doing," the sensei mused walking around Harry before stopping in front of him. "While I would usually make you wear black for any tournament or competition…"

"Blaise said you would."
"…Depending on your progress," Sensei Vesey continued as though he hadn't heard him at all – Harry scowled a little at that, he'd done it earlier too. "I might have you in this one. You suit it and it would make you stand out against the others. Maybe just for finals…?"

"Completely your choice."
"I have made a diet plan for you as well as an exercise plan to fit around any school work and studying," Vesey continued after acknowledging what he had muttered, Petunia showed him the hand-drawn grids. "And your Aunt agrees that Dudley shall be following the food one once he returns home."

"I'm pulling him out of that school," Petunia added shuddering slightly, Harry frowned once more wondering how that would go down with Vernon. "His reports are awful and he hates it there. Chase here works closely with Dudley's kick-boxing teacher and both have been trying to persuade me to get Dudley home."

"Dudley does have potential. If he quits his old habits," the sensei agreed before clearing his throat and looking over Harry again, "Do you mind if I get a picture to send my brother? To see what he thinks?"

"Er…"

"That's fine," Petunia agreed for him,

"Vernon – this is best for Dudley." Petunia tried to convince her husband who had already thrown his dinner at the wall and smashed the plate. "His report is awful and he hates it there! Plus this way he can concentrate on kick-boxing and stop the bad behaviour."

"No. three generations have gone to that school." Vernon growled red in the face, Petunia huffed and slapped him around the face, and Harry winced at the vicious look she received.

"He is a bully. He is lazy. He is fat." Petunia said gabbing against her husband's chest, Oh the truth in those words. "Just like you Vernon Dursley. You'll leave Harry be, that boy – as much as a freak he is – can bring good attention to this family! Dudley could too if he is pulled out of that school and ducks his ideas up."

Harry knew that his aunt couldn't give a damn if he was alive or not. The only reason that she was telling Vernon to leave him alone was because of the attention – the tournaments even local and regional went in the big newspapers; such as The Sun and The Daily Star.

Petunia was obsessive of gaining attention of the neighbours and people in Surrey. There were a lot of people already jealous that she had a son and nephew in two prestigious boarding schools – it was only Dudley's friends who thought he was in some criminal school. Petunia had told the others that he had been invited to an exclusive school for talented people – along with Vernon being president of Grunnings and Petunia herself being the perfect house-wife and mother, going out to organise and help at charity events whilst Dudley and Harry were at school and Vernon at work.

Vernon was known as the great-businessman of the area and a fine father figure, if not quick to anger and rather overweight – Harry was well aware of the attention him being in The Winged-Wolves would bring down on them, never mind if no got to do even the smallest of competitions.

If Dudley returned home and attended a local secondary school and the kick-boxing was concentrated on – The Flying-Foxes (it was Sensei Vesey's cousin who ran it) – and he reached his potential as well stepped up academically (he wasn't stupid just didn't try) then people would have no choice but to admire the family for having two 'perfect' boys. Sporty, smart and polite.

"Are you sure it's a good idea?" Vernon finally asked after a while of silence, Petunia huffed and nodded her head sharply. Vernon looked at Harry who automatically took a step back. "Boy, you'll stay out of Dudley's way. You'll go shopping with your aunt and buy everything that teacher of yours said you need! I swear you'll be out on the streets wishing you were dead if you mess this up!"