Title: Rembrance
Disclaimer: Do I really look like the kinda person who owns Harry Potter, Dudley Dursley, Hogwarts, or anything else that JK Rowling came up with? Didn't think so.
Date: Monday, August 20
Summary: POST Deathly Hallows, pre epilogue AU, DH Spoilers. Dudley Dursely blinked at the yellowish parchment his son was holding in his hands. What would happen when two broken families are mended between first years?
Notes: Sorry sbout the lateness, I don't think I really have an excuse for you guys...
Anyways, thanks so much to my awesome beta, Four and Twenty Blackbirds!
Q&A
When do Harry and Dudley meet up / figure it out? I can't really tell you too much, but axpect a reunion towards about chapter six or seven.
Has Harry heard about Dudley yet? No, he doesn't. In chapter three Mary doesn't tell Ginny her last name. Not for any reason in particular, if she did, Ginny would have obviously recognized it.
Will there be any Brendan POVs? Don't think I have to answer this...
Gryffindor!
Your son is now a proud Gryffindor first year. You should have seen it. We had to cross this lake in self-propelling boats. I have to admit, I was quite nervous when we started seeing bubbles surfacing in the middle of the water. Apparently they have something akin to dorm rooms here, only separated by house, then gender, then year.
Mum, do you remember James Potter, from the Alley? Well, he ended up in the same house as me, along with his cousin, Jack. Jack's a nice fellow, but I'm slightly worried about his father owning that joke shop we went to!
Dad, you wouldn't believe how they sorted us. They used a hat!
Really, this old ripped, talking hat sorted me.
Actually the thing said something strange to me; it I asked if the whole of Gryffindor was trying to take over the school through family connections.
Honestly, do you have any ideas what it meant? I asked James about it. He just said that his entire family had always been sorted into Gryffindor. (And that's certainly saying something. Apparently his mother had six brothers, then they all had kids. Not to mention how many second cousins they all had. James mentioned that his little brother was probably the only one related to the Weasley clan that didn't have red hair.)
Anyway, I'm already missing you and Anna and Lizzie, (Not enough to come home, mind you!). Write back as soon as you can, though. I have to go to Breakfast, now.
Bye,
BrendanThe young boy glanced down at the letter, raising an eyebrow at it. He could hardly read the script. He was having a bit of trouble adjusting to the quills the people in the Wizarding World used. He sighed and shrugged. Placing the letter on his pillow, he jumped off the bed and straightened his robes.
He'd go to the owlry later.
"This is going to be great! I can't wait to start our classes!" Brendan said to Tim, another of his dorm-mates.
So far, Brendan didn't know much about any of the other boys in his room. He had ended up sitting with James on the train, and Jack later joined the two. But he'd hardly gathered their personalities in such a short time.
He had learned one thing, though.
Jinxie and Exploding Snap wasn't a very good combination.
"So what are you, three?" Jack asked, piling the pot roast on to his plate at dinner, "Honestly, we should get to know each other better. And at least we'll know if you'll need out watch out for the Slytherins."
"Why would we need to watch out for Slytherins?" Tim asked the redhead.
"You must be Muggleborn, then. The Slytherins are all berks, Dad said that they used to be worse. I don't see how it's possible. Teddy's a seventh year and I've already seen second years insulting him." James answered.
Brendan blinked before asking, "Why would they insult Ted? He seemed nice to me."
James took a gulp of pumpkin juice before answering, "Ted's dad was Remus Lupin, a werewolf."
"A werewolf! Blimey, I've never met a werewolf before!"
"Well, Roge, it's not something anyone's going to openly admit to!" Jack rolled his eyes, whispering, at their only other roommate.
The plates cleared quickly only to be filled with desserts in several seconds.
"My, my. Always plotting I see. Just like your parents used to."
The five students colored slightly as they realized that Nearly Headless Nick had joined their conversation.
"Well, let's see…I've got a sister in fourth year and my Dad owns Weasley Wizard Wheezes."
"Really!?" James said sarcastically.
"That's brilliant!" Roger laughed.
"That shop in Diagon Alley?" Tim asked. Brendan smiled from his spot on the floor. Jack grinned and nudged the person on his right, who happened to be Tim.
"Er, well. I'm Tim Gerton and I'm Muggleborn and my parents are both realtors. I have a two year old brother?"
The group nodded and next it was James's turn.
"James Potter, --"
"Is your Dad Harry Potter?!" Roger blurted out.
"Yup! Heard of him I'm guessing?"
"Yeah, I've heard of 'im." Roger rolled his eyes.
"Anyway, yeah. I'm related to half of Gryffindor house, including Jack, and I've got a little brother and little sister. Then Teddy Lupin, who's in seventh year, is like my brother."
James turned to Brendan, signaling for him to complete the 'telling' circle.
"Uh, yeah, I'm Brendan Dursley. I've got two little sisters. And, apparently, my Mum had two Muggleborn brothers who were in Gryffinndor."
"Really? Maybe we know them!"
"Er, Creevy. Colin and Dennis."
"I've heard of Colin! My Mum said he was petrified by the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets in her fourth year." Jack told the group.
Brendan blinked at the new information. Now he only had to look up the new vocabulary.
"This is brilliant!" Roger exclaimed, coming up to the dorm from the common room.
"What is? Did one of the Slytherins fall into the trick step?" Jack asked, looking up from the bed he and his cousin had been plotting on.
"No, but apparently we're having our flying lessons with 'em. It's posted in the common room."
"Flying lessons? You mean we can use the brooms?" Tim asked, "Did it say anything else?"
"Just that it's at three-thirty this afternoon. Madame Bell thought it would be best if the first years didn't have enough time to have a full-blown fit. Apparently, some of the kids used to get really freaked out about going on a broom for the first time."
"Can you blame them?" Brendan asked coming into the room, "I've never been on a broom before! What happens if you fall off?"
"You just avoid falling off. Really it's hard to fall off unless the broom goes haywire…or you get attacked by a bludger."
"Bludger? What the bloody hell is a bludger?" Tim asked, his eyes wide.
"Black balls that enjoy trying to kill people." Jack explained impatiently, "Nasty things, they are."
"Yeah, well. Next year I'm going to go out to be one of the Beaters. Dad said that he used to be a Seeker, but I don't think I'm good enough on a broom for it. Mum said that Dad could've gone Pro."
"Of course he could! Harry Potter got onto the team in his first year and hasn't lost a game in which he's been conscious!"
"Conscious? Why wouldn't he be conscious?!" Tim panicked.
"Don't worry, Tim. Madame Bell wouldn't release the bludgers unless we were having a scrimmage. And if we were, that's what Beaters do! Ted said I had a great arm, and that he'll help me practice to get on the team next year."
"Why not this year?"
"First years don't get on the team unless their real prodigies. McGonagall only let my uncle on because of house rivalry. It was his first time on a broom."
"Dad said that our entire family loved Quidditch - -"
"'Cept Uncle Percy and Bill and our Grandparents."
"Actually, Dad said his father used to play Chaser."
"Quidditch sounds complicated." Brendan told Tim as they watched their friends talk excitedly about the sport.
"Everything's complicated at Hogwarts. Two days ago I was trying to get to the greenhouses and this picture guy followed me asking if I was some evil spy sent to kill his king."
"That's weird."
"Course it is. Crazy knight."