Chapter five: A lesson and Dudley returns home.

"Is he crazy?" Harry muttered to Blaise who stood next to him with an identical expression of horror on his face. It had been two weeks since he'd joined the Winged-Wolves and they were currently stood on Morecambe Beach – the full class had been brought for the weekend – in nothing but shorts.

"I'm starting to think he is." Blaise whispered back rubbing his arms trying to warm up a little bit, some spectators had come to see what they were doing – all of them looked mildly amused and concerned.

"Right!" Sensei Vesey called out over the roar of the wind and the waves so that the spectators could hear as well. "This lesson is on balance! In order to be able to fight, you must have near perfect balance."
"Can't we just use a piece of rope?" Francis demanded – another of the boys – shivering violently. Sensei Vesey merely shook his head in amusement then looked up at the crowd that was getting larger and shouted,

"HOW ABOUT SOME DONATIONS FOR GREAT OSMOND STREET CHILDRENS HOSPITAL – IN EXCHANGE FOR THESE STUDENTS SUFFERING THROUGH THIS LESSON?!"

Cheers went up through the ever-growing crowd as their sensei grabbed his sports bag that had the studio crest on and placed it on the floor at his feet before looking pointedly at the sea. Harry groaned before grabbing hold of Blaise' and Marcus' wrist and pulling them forward, earning a huge cheer – to be honest even if the water was freezing it was really fun.

Trying to stay up with the waves pushing you down was hard as hell but in the end all of them managed to do so – Harry one of the first to grasp the idea of shifting your body weight against the direction of the wave and dodging out of the way of the largest of the waves,

Once out of the water again not only the crowd there all chuckling or outright laughing but also some had called the media (or was that their sensei) who allowed them to wrap a towel around themselves before demanding a photo for the article.

One was of just Harry, Blaise and Marcus – with Harry in between the two taller boys – since they were the first in the water and then one of the full group along with Sensei Vesey. Another picture of Francis and Natalie pushing Vesey into the sea fully clothed and finally there were also ones from when they had been in the water.

From one of their main lessons that they had to learn and continue to practice and having fun along the way they had raised nearly £600 from passer-by and The Sun themselves giving them £200 of that for the permission to publish the article – which would be entitled 'The Winged-Wolves: harsh training turned charity raising for Great Osmond Street hospital,'

"Did you have a good time Harry?" Petunia asked not really caring if he did or not when Harry got off the train Sunday afternoon. "Excellent. We saw this morning's paper – Dudley shall be arriving soon then we can go."

"He isn't due back until next week is he?" He asked placing the hold-all that she had lent him in the boot of the car. Waving good-bye to the others who were meeting their proud families.

"With us pulling him out he demanded to come home," She answered a smile on her face as she saw another train pull into the station. Dudley lugged his things off of said train and his smile turned to a cold glare when he saw Harry was waiting for them. "Dudley! Oh I've missed you dearie!"
"What is he doing here," Dudley demanded to know shoving his suitcase in the boot and slamming it shut, Harry winced at the sound from the front seat of the car. "I want to sit in the front! Make him move!"

"You are sitting in the back." Petunia said climbing in behind Harry and leaving Dudley behind Vernon sulking. Once they set off she started to speak again. "There are new rules now Dudley, things have changed in the last few weeks."
"Why is the freak not at school? Has he been kicked out?"

"No, the school was shut for safety purposes." Petunia explained frowning in disapproval as she did whenever Vernon called Harry a 'freak' now. "Dudley, you can't call him that now. If someone hears they'll want to know why his own family would be so cruel."

"So? You didn't care before!"

"The neighbours didn't notice before." Vernon grunted from the front seat, Harry looked though the mirror to see Dudley's eyes widen in understanding. "You'll be attending Stonewall High along with Piers and Marcus; you are going to do an hour of homework everyday – two at weekends,"

"The Flying-Foxes train three times a week," Petunia continued getting a horrified look from Dudley then one of knowing at the second statement. He'd attended during the previous summer. "The reason why we brought you home – Mr Hals thinks you have potential to be a champion. Mr Hals and Sensei Vesey…"

"Who?"

"Harry's karate teacher." Vernon answered,

"They have given us a list of exercises that will help you get better at kick-boxing." Petunia sighed glancing at Harry who had been doing all the cooking lately. She really needed some cooking classes. "Along with a diet – yours is slightly different than Harry's since he needs to maintain that weight or gain a little, you need to lose some hunny."

"You'll quit messing around in school." Vernon said as they pulled up to the house, really why they drove was beyond Harry – it was only a fifteen minute walking…less than the supermarket. "No more bullying either or Mr Hals will kick you out he said. Your grades are to improve or you won't get any treats or go out with your friends."

"That isn't fair!"

Vernon stopped and turned around to face Dudley the moment the front door was shut with Harry carrying both the suitcase and his bag with them – Petunia had gone ahead of the boys into the kitchen.

"Life isn't fair. Mess this up and I'm sending you back to Smeltings." Vernon warned, Harry fought the urge to sort – so he got threw out and wishing for death but Dudley got a boarding school that he was familiar with and had friends at.

Now that wasn't fair.

Dudley grabbed his suitcase and hauled it up stairs to his room with Harry following him, half an hour later Dudley stepped into Harry's room looking around slightly shocked at how it was now compared with before.

"What did you do to my parents?" he demanded angrily getting over the initial shock, Harry looked up from doing the stretches before he went out running. "WHAT DID YOU DO!"

"Nothing." He shrugged lightly standing up and grabbing his red and white tracksuit top – he had the matching bottoms on – with a red wolf on the back. "I got accepted into The Winged-Wolves and Mrs Turner and some others started to question why I was so thin and always locked in my room."

"I hate you."
"Right back at you." Harry agreed picking up a bottle of orange isotonic drink from his side that he'd got out of his fridge before Dudley came in, "It won't change anything though and we'll probably never be friends. Don't you think its time to grow up and just accept the situation?"

"N…I don't know." Dudley huffed turning and waddling back out of the room, raising an eyebrow at the retreating form he walked out and closed the door behind him that had been replaced within the first week – it only contained one lock now and that was the one that Harry and Harry only, had the key to.