A/N: HEY

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Albus was pacing, Severus simply watched the man move about his cluttered office, face wrought with worry.

The raven suppressed the urge to sigh.

"I'm not sure what you would have had me do Albus, refuse the boy's right to speak with his mother? It's school policy during situations like these. She would have found out either way." Snape said evenly, "We both know what the Zabinis are like, it's better that she found out sooner rather than later."

Albus let out a sigh, "I'm not denying that Severus, but this is an incredibly delicate situation and I would have preferred it if you had consulted with me before doing anything."

"I didn't know that's what he intended on telling his mother. Weasley didn't seem all that keen on telling Blaise so I assumed it would take much longer before anything was said at all. I have to admit, he has more resolve than I gave him credit for. Although I suppose that isn't saying much all things considered."

Albus looked over to him in a pause, "Severus, now isn't the time for petty insults."

"Then what is this the time for because I honestly don't see the point of you summoning me like this. Surely if Blaise hadn't called his mother you would have contacted her yourself."

"Of course, but this is not the way to go about things Severus. This is a very delicate situation and I'd hoped to keep everything under the strictest control."

"Delicate? An idiotic teenager got themselves pregnant, this situation is more annoying than it is delicate." Severus said just barely resisting the urge to roll his eyes, "Honestly Albus, I can't understand why this would even be an issue for you or why it would require such delicate handling. It's not like we've never had a pregnant student at Hogwarts before. The only difference now is that this one just happens to be male."

The older man let out a frustrated breath but didn't answer to Severus' remarks, "Lady Zabini will be arriving tomorrow to discuss the situation and so will the Weasleys. I'm hoping you'll keep an eye on Ron and Blaise in the meantime."

"I doubt that there's anything they could do now that would be worse than what's already been done. And I already have my hands full trying to appease the dark lord and keep the Potter brat alive."

"Severus please just keep an eye out for them and as for Harry, I want you to start with his legillemancy lessons."

"Oh joy." Severus practically spat while Albus gave him a look.

"It's important that Harry learn how to protect himself against Voldemort's advances. This mental connection they seem to share could only place us at risk. I understand how difficult this must be for you considering all you've been through but-"

"Yes yes, the greater good. Are we done here Albus?" Severus asked shortly and the older wizard shook his head.

"Yes, I suppose that's all."

Severus didn't bother saying a word as he got up and left the room. Ignoring the probing stare he could feel against the back of his head as he went.

Albus sighed, walking over to his desk to sit down.

Things are not going according to plan. This is not how he'd planned it out at all. Ronald Weasley wasn't supposed to get pregnant; he was never meant to discover that particular inheritance at all. It's for that exact reason that he'd had Molly keep it a secret from Arthur in the first place.

He'd planned it out so carefully, his plan had been so meticulous. But then the stupid boy had to go out and get himself pregnant. With the child of an heir from a Slytherin family no less. Then again, the Zabinis were neutral. Perhaps there's still a way to have this work out to his advantage. Perhaps use the child as leverage to move the Zabinis out of neutrality. Lady Zabini has acquired quite the sizable wealth through her various marriages with seats at Wizengamot as well, having such a wealthy supporter to his cause could only be beneficial.

Then again, the Weasley boy was only one very small piece of his elaborate puzzle. He wasn't essential really. Albus still has the Weasley girl, provided that Molly actually manages to keep a strong hold of the child. And Ms Granger could still be useful, her loyalty was strong, Albus had no doubt that he could find some use for her. Yes, Ronald could be excluded from his plans but he'd already lost Percival and Charles Weasley was another one that was slowly but surely pulling away.

He'll have to have a talk with Molly, have her reign her children in and make sure they behave the way they need to. Ron was a pawn he was willing to discard. Other than the inheritance he had no other talents to speak of, the boy was hardly remarkable. They could do without him. The only concern now is Harry. Harry could start to wander away if he isn't careful. He'll have to get Ms Granger working on keeping him in line, but that shouldn't be too difficult.

Yes, Ronald Weasley is an acceptable loss. If he can't be of use then Albus is willing to let him go. There wasn't much he could do to affect Albus' plans further than he already has anyway. Honestly, the boy is the runt of the Weasley litter. His actions up until this point may be a bit troublesome, but in the long run, Albus is sure that it won't matter.

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They were still in the potions class.

"You haven't told your parents yet."

Ron sighed, "No."

"You know they're going to find out about it eventually."

"They probably already have." Blaise looked down at the redhead with an arched brow and Ron shook his head.

"Pomfrey said its school policy for the headmaster to contact my parents about it."

"Ah." Blaise said and Ron shut his eyes in frustration.

"My mother's going to kill me."

Blaise gave a snort, "It might not be so bad."

"What did your mother say?"

"I already told you-"

"No, I mean," Ron took in a deep breath, "Not about getting someone pregnant, I meant about the baby."

"Isn't it the same thing?"

Ron shook his head, "I just-" he cut himself off, unsure of how to phrase his thoughts in a way that made sense. "She didn't mention… she didn't seem upset about the fact that, do you think that she would want you to keep it or give it away?"

Blaise pulled back a bit to look at the red head leaning against him and he took in a deep breath of his own, "I'm not sure that she's really absorbed the entire situation as of yet, I'm not even sure if I have yet – I mean – have you?"

Ron shook his head, "Not entirely no."

"I think, for now, we should just wait till everyone's taken it in. I've never talked to my mother about grandchildren, I've never really had a reason to. I'm not sure what her opinion would be on the matter but, I know that my mother loves me, hopefully that will be enough."

Ron looked up at Blaise feeling almost mystified by the conviction in the Slytherin's eyes, he didn't say what he was thinking, he didn't say that he didn't have as much faith in his family. He loves his family; he loves his parents dearly. But there have always been expectations set out, not just for him but for all of his siblings.

The great Weasley family, the blood traitors that turned their backs on tradition by supporting muggleborns and halfbloods. Scorned by most of the wizarding society for their so-called muggle loving ways. One of the poorest wizarding families for no other reason than the fact that they insisted in turning their backs on their pureblood heritage. Molly and Arthur never explicitly said so but there were expectations for all of them. It's one of the reasons there was so much tension concerning Percy, who insisted on working for the ministry of magics despite his parents' warnings. Why Charlie stayed away most months of the year. There were expectations and they were all running away from them in their own ways. They all had their ways of rebelling.

The twins opened the joke shop instead of working in the muggle artefact department like their father. Bill moved away to Egypt to study curse breaking, Charlie moved to Romania to work with dragons. All of these were acceptable, not overtly offensive forms of rebellion but still not entirely what Molly-what their parents may have intended for them.

Although, Percy was a little more blatant in his rebellion and now Ron…

Ron went and got pregnant with a Slytherin's baby before he could even graduate from Hogwarts.

Marriage and children has always been something that was expected of him, but not like this.

"I guess you're right."

Blaise looked down at the redhead, lips pursing together in a tight line before giving a small smile, "We should get to bed. You're sleeping for two now aren't you? Or is it eating for two? Either way, I'm guessing you need the rest."

Ron nodded his head and they both got up. It wasn't that late, maybe an hour after dinner and yet somehow, after Blaise mentioned it Ron suddenly realised that he was exhausted.

"Yeah, you're right."

"Shall I walk you back to your room or-"

Ron rolled his eyes, "I can walk back on my own. Besides, I feel like it would be best to try and keep a low profile for now, at least until I've told my parents."

"Right."

They walked over to the door and opened it to let the redhead step through first, only to pause just as he was about to shut it behind them, "Weasley… Ron," Blaise seemed to take in a deep breath and Ron couldn't help but blink as his first name was used. Not that the Slytherin has never used his name before. He said it quite a few times two weeks back actually, but things were a little different then. The redhead ignored the way his cheeks flushed ever so slightly at the memory as Blaise looked up at him.

"I don't, if there's anything you need, just say the word."

Ron shifted a bit uncomfortably as he folded his arms across his chest, "I don't really need anything right now."

"But if you do, just ask. You're carrying my child and as confusing as this all is, I want to make it work." Blaise then leaned forward to press a kiss against Ron's temple and gave a small smile, "I'm here if you need anything."

Ron gave a snort, ignoring the way his cheeks just seemed to continue to flush. "Awfully chivalrous for a Slytherin aren't you?"

Blaise grinned, "There's more than just one form of cunning, you know."

"Of course, there is."

The Slytherin gave a nod as he turned to walk further down the hall, "Goodnight Ron."

"Goodnight."

Ron stood there watching the other walk away, he's not entirely sure why.

That went a lot better than he thought it would. He'd expected Blaise to reject him, call him mad or claim that Ron had somehow gotten himself pregnant for the sole purpose of ruining his life for reasons unexplained. But he took it really well.

Ron's surprised, pleasantly so. It almost made something warm stir in his chest and he couldn't help but place a hand over his stomach as a small smile spread over his lips. Maybe he isn't so alone after all.

"Mr Weasley."

Ron all but jumped out of his skin when a voice suddenly spoke and he found the potions master standing in the doorway of the potions classroom.

How-

"I assume there's a reason why you're standing in front of my classroom with a look of infinite idiocy on your face."

Ron had to fight off a glare, both in anger and embarrassment since he was indeed staring down the hallway like an idiot.

"I was just, Blaise just left and I-" Snape arched a brow at him and Ron let out an exasperated sigh, "I was about to leave."

"As you should." Snape said folding his arms over his chest, "The prenatal potions I gave you need time to work, getting to bed early is important if you want to wake up at a decent time in the morning."

"Oh right." Ron said with a nod and the older man glanced away.

"I assume your meeting with Mr Zabini was productive."

Ron shrugged, "Something like that."

"Getting to bed as soon as possible is best. I just spoke with the headmaster. Your parents should be arriving tomorrow morning at eight o'clock sharp, along with Lady Zabini."

Ron paled, "Oh Merlin."

"Indeed. I suggest you get a move on, I have a feeling that we're both going to have a long day tomorrow."

Ron nodded numbly, turning to walk away when Snape suddenly spoke again.

"Mr Weasley, a word of advice." The redhead stopped to look up at the professor, "Deep breaths, try to stay as calm as possible. Strain on you means strain on the baby as well."

Ron blinked before he nodded, "Yes professor."

With that the potions master turned and walked back into the classroom and Ron couldn't help but smile as he turned and made his way through the halls. He took deep breaths, trying to steady his nerves when he made the next turn leading out of the dungeons only to stop when he almost walked right into-

"Harry?"

"Ron?" The spectacled wizard blinked in surprise as he stared back at his best friend, "What're you doing here, I thought you were going to see Pomfrey?"

"I um…" Ron stuttered for a brief moment before giving his friend a sheepish smile, "I was, I did… she sent me to Snape, for some potions for the baby. He's making me some special prenatal potions, that's why I'm here."

It wasn't a total lie.

"Oh. So, Snape knows." Harry said though his lips pursed together in a tight line and his eyebrows pulled together in thought.

"Yeah, he was a real prat when he found out about it too." The redhead said with a scoff before clearing his throat. "What're you doing here?"

"I have detention, Snape caught me out after curfew last night."

"Oh, well, I guess I'll see you later." Ron said with a chuckle, "Sleeping for two, right?"

"Right."

"Well, goodnight." Ron quickly moved passed his friend and ducked his head down so he could avoid Harry's gaze as he quickly made his way back to the tower.

He should really get around to telling Harry about Blaise. His best friend should know who the father of his baby is right? Ron isn't even sure why he's keeping it a secret. Neville reacted well to the news and Snape took it well, for the most part.

Maybe it's because Blaise is one of Malfoy's friends and Harry still has some ongoing issues with the blonde. Hell, Ron still has issues with the blonde. Draco Malfoy is an absolute twat and up until two weeks ago he thought the same about Blaise. But that whole theory of twat by association's kind of worn off now. Although the Italian was still an annoyingly confident arse, Ron couldn't really say he disliked that about the Slytherin. Funny how sex and subsequent pregnancy can do that for you.

Ron gave a snort at the thought and then he paused.

Has Blaise told Malfoy yet? Is he going to tell the other Slytherins about the baby? Blaise said he wanted to be part of the baby's life, he said he wanted to make it work. But that didn't mean that he planned on telling his friends about the affair. Then again, there would only be so many excuses he could make for why he was hanging around the weasel.

Was Blaise going to keep him a secret? Ron wasn't sure how he felt about that. On the one hand, it would make things a lot easier if they didn't have to deal with the other students constantly poking and prodding at them asking them about their relationship. On the other… Ron wasn't sure how he felt.

Blaise Zabini was handsome, even Ginny admitted that much once. Blaise Zabini was also very popular despite his Slytherin status, despite the fact that he was usually more reserved than the other Slytherin twats in his house. Ron's seen multiple witches from different houses blushing as they greeted him in the halls, giggling when he acknowledged their presence for whatever reason. There were rumours that he was dating one of Malfoy's other minions, Pansy Parkinson, at some point.

If Blaise kept him a secret, all of that would probably continue.

The redhead stopped mid-step and sighed loudly in frustration rubbing his hands over his reddened face as a heavy feeling settled in his chest.

Merlin, they aren't even really dating and he's already reacting like some jealous girl. Well, he is carrying Blaise's child, it's only natural to have issues with the Slytherin potentially entertaining some desperate tarts in his absence, right?

It's not that odd. Its fine.

He'll just-… no, no its fine.

Harry, he needs to focus on Harry.

Ron started walking again.

Tomorrow, before breakfast. That's when he'll tell Harry. It can be practice for when he has to face his parents about the whole ordeal a bit later.

For now, he'll get back to the dorm, take his potions and get into bed.

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"You went to go see my brother."

"You're surprised? I needed to confirm a few things." Lee said simply as he flipped the pages of his book when Rabastan spoke again.

"Things I told you? You don't believe me?"

"Forgive me for not believing every word a death eater tells me." Lee said absently.

"What did you talk about?"

"I don't really see how that concerns you."

"You think it doesn't?"

"Separate interviews, what he and I discussed really has nothing to do with-"

BANG!

Lee jumped when Rabastan suddenly slammed his hands onto the tabletop and he stared back at the other.

"Careful of the games you play little mudblood, you might just find yourself on the losing side." Rabastan said quietly and Lee stared back at him, swallowing hard before he took a deep breath.

"You're the only one playing games here lord Lestrange." Lee said as evenly as his voice would allow, "If you've finished with your tantrum, I'd like for us to continue where we left off the last time."

Rabastan only stared back at him for a moment and Lee had to fight to keep eye contact when the man spoke, "Did he tell you?"

"Did who tell me what?"

Rabastan's eyes ran over the younger man and Lee resisted the urge to squirm under that gaze, "I suppose not."

Lee's eyes narrowed down ever so slightly before he simply shook his head and looked down at his notes.

"Why did you take the dark mark?"

"Why?"

"Yes, why?"

"Rodolphus didn't tell you?"

Lee paused, staring back at the older man for a moment before he spoke, "I want you to tell me why you took it."

Rabastan blinked before giving a smirk, "The Lestrange family has always been loyal to the dark lord, I had no reason not to."

"Two years earlier than your brother?"

"Why postpone on the inevitable?"

Lee's head gave a tilt, "You were fourteen when you took the mark and your brother was sixteen. You got it in the same year?"

"Yes."

"How long?"

"What?"

"How long after your brother got his mark did you get yours?"

"Why does it matter?"

"If it doesn't matter then there's no reason why you shouldn't be able to answer me."

Rabastan leaned back in his seat, his head gave a tilt, "Two months."

Lee said nothing for a moment, simply made a note in his book and Rabastan huffed out a silent breath.

"Tell me little mudblood," Lee felt his jaw clench at the slur but he still didn't react to it, it's just what Rabastan wants. He's already promised himself that he's not letting the older man crawl under his skin again. No matter what shocking things the inmate decides to start spouting, Lee won't let himself be manipulated. He just kept writing.

"What?"

"Are you a virgin?"

Lee couldn't stop himself from reacting as his face caught fire. His eyes went wide and his head snapped up, his mouth opened and closed repeatedly until he stuttered out.

"I-wha… that's none of your business."

Rabastan didn't react to his outburst, he simply stared back blankly as he spoke, "Is that a yes?"

His eyes narrowed down into a glare, "No."

Rabastan arched a brow, "Ever slept with a man?"

"What-"

"I understand that some muggles take offence to same sex relationships, the same can be said for some muggleborn children. I'm simply wondering what your opinion is on the matter."

Lee let out a sigh if frustration, "Why?"

"You're his type you know. Rodolphus." Rabastan said calmly with a tilt of his head. "Younger, but not too young. Just innocent enough to catch his eye and just defiant enough to offer some resistance."

Lee was admittedly shocked, but he wasn't exactly buying it either. He set his quill down and decided to play along.

"Muggleborn?"

"That never mattered to Roddy when it came to boys. Chances for pregnancy and therefore disgracing the family are minimal so why bother worrying about it."

Lee leaned forward, "And what's your type? Mudbloods that smell like apples?"

Rabastan's eyes narrowed down as he leaned forward as well, "I wouldn't sink so low."

"I'm sure." Lee said before picking up his quill to start writing again.

"Disappointed?"

"That an eligible bachelor such as yourself finds me lacking?" Lee said, sarcasm dripping in his tone as he rolled his eyes, "I'm absolutely crushed."

The older man gave a chuckle as he got up and started walking the way he always did; Lee ignored the movement.

"It's interesting that he'd marry a woman if he has an affinity for men."

"Marrying Bella had very little to do with anything that Rodolphus wanted."

Lee glanced up, "A marriage of convenience?"

"They had a marriage contract."

"He had no choice."

Rabastan's head gave a tilt as he looked at the younger man, "He was never against it."

"So, it was a question of duty."

"Deductive. Clever. You really are his type."

Lee's cheeks warmed ever so slightly, his lips pulled into an involuntary smile and he had to consciously suppress it.

What the hell was that?

He cleared his throat. "Back to the task at hand, when was the first time you took someone's life?"

Rabastan stopped right in his tracks, he looked back at the teen over his shoulder, "What?"

"You've killed people before, haven't you? Your brother has. Most Death Eaters on your level have. When was your first time?"

Rabastan's eyes narrowed down at him, eyebrows pulling together, he didn't say anything. Lee looked up and his head gave a tilt.

"Do you remember the first time? Who this person was, what they looked like? What about how they died?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Call it morbid curiosity." The teen explained and Rabastan only stared back at him in silence. Lee paused, he started to frown. "Have you ever killed anyone before?"

Rabastan looked away and started pacing, while Lee kept going. "There are plenty of reports of you torturing people but hardly any on actual murder. It's always just assumed considering the company you keep. But have you actually ever killed anyone?"

"Yes."

"How many?"

"Three."

Lee blinked in surprise, honestly, he expected more. A lot more.

"When was the first time?"

"I was sixteen."

"Sixteen-" Lee took in a deep breath, "Where did it happen?"

Rabastan stopped and looked right at him, "Hogwarts."

Lee frowned, "You're lying."

"What possible reason could I possibly have for lying to you now, of all times?"

"Headmaster Dumbledore would never allow something like that to happen on Hogwarts grounds let alone-"

"Still so naïve." Rabastan walked over to the table and braced his hands on the top to lean in closer to the younger man. "I'll tell you a secret, little mudblood. If every single person that died on the grounds around that school under your precious headmaster's care were to wake from the dead at this very moment; Hogwarts would have quite the population problem."

Lee just stared back at the man in silence, for the moment flabbergasted and unable to think of a response. Rabastan gave a snort. He suddenly reached out and Lee jumped when that hand gasped his chin. Though he could barely feel it, even as the man's thumb brushed over his lips.

"I think I like this look on you." The older man leaned in even closer, taking a deep breath all along Lee's neck just before he spoke against the younger man's ear. "Perhaps, I could make an exception for you."

Lee blinked when-

"Time's up."

The door opened, Lee instinctively pulled back out of Rabastan's grasp, standing away from the table and feeling his cheeks flush with heat. The guard that entered the room stared between the two, frowning at the boy that stood to the side and the man that practically sat on the table in the centre of the room.

"Is there a problem here?"

"No!" Lee said quickly as he grabbed his things from the table, "Everything's fine."

The guard didn't stop frowning but he still gave a nod, "It's time to go."

"Right." Lee turned to leave the room when Rabastan suddenly spoke.

"Goodbye Mr Jordan."

Lee paused and took in a deep breath as he looked back, "Lord Lestrange." And he quickly left the room, ignoring the questioning stares of the guards around him.

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Dudley sat down at the desk in the front of the room. He set his books off to the side on the corner of the desk and then took in a deep breath. His handler informed him of the fact that he would have all his classes on his own for the time being. Late muggleborns tended to be unstable and they needed to make sure that he had more control over his magic before he could be allowed to take his classes with the other students.

Dudley wrapped his arms around his waist, tried and failed to fight back against the tears stinging at his eyes. He took in a shuddering breath, felt a shiver run down his spine. The room wasn't cold. In fact, despite its cold and dark appearance Durmstrang wasn't as bad as it first seemed. The temperature was comfortable, not too warm and not too cold. The food was good. His bed was comfortable and he thankfully didn't have to share his room with anyone just yet. Again, his magic was still unstable, they didn't want him accidentally harming someone because of a nightmare or something.

The only people he'd really interacted with up until that point were the school's headmaster, the nurse and his handler.

His handler's name was Vitaly Sera, he's the first one to talk to Dudley when he arrived at Durmstrang or was rather tossed at Vitaly's feet.

It happened a few days ago, the men in heavy dark cloaks broke down their front door. One of the men opened up a piece of parchment, it was an order from the Ministry of Magic a government entity Dudley would learn was in charge of monitoring all of the magical world. Apparently, the ministry had become aware of his existence after he used magic in the middle of muggle London about a month before. They sent letters that his parents ignored and because his parents ignored the letters, it was decided that he would be removed from the home as soon as possible. Whether his parents consented to this or not

He was to be taken away, he'd go to a school for magic and for the time being he wouldn't be allowed to see his parents, at least not until he had more control over his magic.

Dudley felt his chest ache at the memory. The tears finally started rolling down his face. He wanted to slap himself just then, crying like a baby when tears clearly had no effect on the people around him and besides, this is what he's always wanted isn't it?

Ever since Harry first got his letter. Every time one of Harry's friends showed up to talk to his parents about their treatment of him. Ever since the freak was taken away, and was told he was special, Dudley has wanted this. He wanted what Harry had, he wanted to be stronger, he wanted to be just as special. His parents always told him how special he was, so why did Harry get to go to some secret school while Dudley was not? He didn't want to be a freak, he just couldn't stand the thought of Harry having something that he couldn't have for himself. He wanted this.

Now he has it.

He just never thought it'd be like this.

More tears. Dudley didn't know what to do. This is all his own fault anyway.

Everything was fine, everything was perfect. But nothing is perfect now.

The door suddenly opened, Dudley's heart jumped right into his throat when he looked up and saw his handler walk in the door and he quickly wiped the tears from his face.

The man's shoulder length raven hair was tied up out of his face, a smug smirk had spread over his lips pulling at the scar on his left cheek.

Vitaly was a confusing bundle of contradictions. There were times when he was kind and quite gentle to Dudley and then there were times when he was rough and uncaring. The past two days have been an emotional rollercoaster. Dudley didn't know what to make of him, the man was so unpredictable that it constantly put Dudley on edge.

The first day that Dudley spent at Durmstrang, they started practicing his control. Vitaly had him slowly release his magic before pulling it back in again. That in itself was a struggle. Dudley didn't even know what he was doing he just tried to follow the man's instructions. He tried ignoring Vitaly the day he arrived, tried to make it seem like he wasn't intimidated. He called the man a freak.

Unfortunately, Vitaly took exception to that.

That also happened to be the first time that he met the school nurse.

Lesson learned; Dudley knew to never disobey. He isn't home anymore. His mother and father wouldn't dote on him for hours on end or even leave him to his own devices. His schoolteachers wouldn't ignore him and his friends wouldn't be there to endlessly fawn over him. In Durmstrang things were different. Disobedience was not something that was taken lightly.

But hey, this is what he wanted right?

He wanted magic, he wanted what the freak had.

Well… now he has it.

"Mr Dursley, right on time. You surprise me, considering the fact that you were such a handful when you arrived. At least you learn quickly."

Dudley didn't say anything, he just sat still and watched the man walk over to stop in front of his desk. He didn't even realise that he was feeling at his left arm, right over the large scar he received a few days ago, now mostly healed with the use of potions. Vitaly's eye flickered at the movement, though he didn't acknowledge it.

"We have quite a lot of catching up to do before you join the other students. I hope you're ready to go."

The boy swallowed hard, "Go where?"

"Diagon Ally, there isn't much I can teach you in this state. We've started you're training but we'll have to get you some supplies if we're going to do anything else. Lucky for you, a very generous benefactor has become aware of your presence here at Durmstrang and has offered to sponsor you, for the time being." Vitaly explained simply and Dudley took in a deep breath.

"Will-when can I go home?"

Vitaly laughed it was an oddly warm and boisterous sound considering them man's usual temperament, "It's much too early for you to be running home. Ministry law dictates that you can't go anywhere until you've gained control of your magic and you've barely even started."

Dudley looked away, his hands clenched Vitaly laughed again. "Come now Mr Dursley, there's no need for the long face. Tapping into your magical core may be the best thing that will ever happen to you. You should be grateful. Many would kill to be in your position, thousands have tried." The older man grinned, "Besides, today is an exciting day. Today, you choose your wand."

A/N: Yeah

OK so, Dudley's parts are a bit confusing. But I will explain the timeline in terms of how he tapped into his magic and started going to Durmstrang a bit later

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