Harry Potter doesn't belong to me , but to JK Rowling. Harry Potter characters, settings, ect. are not my property. I'm only borrowing them!

Rated for mild language and child abuse. I don't condone the abuse of children (or anyone) but this is how I see the Dursleys.

Dudley's father woke him up at around twelve thirty in the morning, at first Dudley was annoyed, but after he asked if Dudley wanted to help beat the freak, his expression of annoyance turned to one of delight. It was the best moment of his life when Dudley received his tool: A whip.

Dudley and his father walked across the hall to the freak's room and his father unlocked the door. He motioned for Dudley to have the first hit, and he brought the whip down hard.

Dudley and his father had been so caught up in their activities that they didn't even notice their two houseguests questioning their wife, they did however notice Dudley's mother's yell of, "FREAKS!"

Dudley whipped around and saw the two women pointing their sticks threateningly at him and his family.

"Yes, and we suggest you tell your oaf of a husband and beast of a child unhand Harry before we kill all three of you," Ms. Amelia said to mother in a threatening tone.

Dudley and his father dropped their whips immediately and turned to fully face the two freaks across from them.

Dudley's mind was whirling, trying to think of an excuse, but there was none. They knew the freak's name afterall.

"Hey Ms. Freak, what are you going to do?" Father asked in his coolest tone.

"Yeah," his mother added, "Your sticks don't scare us!"

Ms. Amelia's voice, though choked with tears, rang out above Dudley's parents' taunts, "stupid fly," she said.

Dudley didn't know what that meant until his mother fell over unconscious. Father, enraged, stared at the two freaks but their sticks pointed at him and they repeated the incantation, and he too fell over.

Dudley didn't know what to do, so he just stared at the two freaks at the door. Both their sticks were pointed at him. Dudley didn't know if he could get out of this, so he just said the first thing that popped into his head, "The boy deserved what he got. We were going to kill him tonight, then dump him into a river for the fish to eat."

Mrs. Emory's face turned such a shade of red that Dudley was afraid she was going to blow up like Aunt Marge. "Harry is no freak. He has done nothing wrong and I hope you and your parents rot in jail for what you did to him!" She exclaimed.

"He was a burden on my parents, he never did anything for us except threaten us with his freakishness!"

That was enough for Ms. Amelia, "STUPID FLY!" she screamed and Dudley fell next to his parents on the floor