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NOTE FOR
ALL NEW READERS:
This draws upon some events from “The Heir of Gryffindor,” so if you
read that
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CHAPTER
6: A REPENTANT RELATIVE
In a town
in Surrey, a teenager was taking a walk, ignoring the occasional
confused look
he got from someone he once encountered in the past over bad
circumstances.
Dudley
Dursley, now looking somewhat average in weight (as opposed to overly
obese),
and wearing new clothes, was simply wandering throughout town, lost in
his own
thoughts.
Ever since
the dementors attacked him and his cousin nearly two summers before, he
had
recurring nightmares every now and then. Among them were when the
giant
man gave him the pig’s tail, or when the twins left him the toffee
which made
his tongue grow to absurd proportions. However, those were only
the tip
of the iceberg.
Most of his
worst memories which he was forced to relive were when he and his
friends
bullied Harry.
At first,
he pondered the dementors, who made people relive their worst
memories,
forced him to feel what he considered to be his best memories,
and yet
make him feel pain from it all.
But over
the course of his sixth year at Smeltings,
Severus
Snape. Draco Malfoy. Quirrel. Lucius Malfoy.
Gilderoy
Lockhart. Tom Riddle. Peter Pettigrew. Barty Crouch.
Rita
Skeeter. Igor Karkaroff. Cornelius Fudge. Dolores
Umbridge.
Percy Weasley. Bellatrix Lestrange. Judy Arnold.
Michael
Corner. Zacharias Smith. Joseph Cornwall. Voldemort.
Names that once held no meaning to Dudley now seemed to be synonymous
in his
mind with evil, misery, cowardice, deceit, pain, sadism, greed,
ignorance,
oppression, and death.
The names
of himself and his parents had also been on that list.
It was like
dreaming that you were rich and powerful, only to wake up and find
yourself
poor and powerless.
Ever since
that dark man, Snape, had adopted Harry,
By trying
to avoid thinking too much about Harry,
And the
whole time, his classmates and professors couldn’t help but wonder what
caused
such a change in this boy.
The real
final catalyst had been when Harry had been unjustly arrested for
murdering
that one girl one morning in late April. As images suddenly
started
flooding his mind, Dudley excused himself from the class he was
currently in
and back to his own dormitory room (his parents had paid for him to
have one
all to himself).
From there,
he saw
And then,
on the thirteenth day of that nightmarish period, Harry was captured
and
tortured. Horrible images flooded
Thankfully,
it all stopped after that.
However,
that only left
Just like
he did for the longest time.
For a whole
day after it all stopped, he felt like he just wanted to curl up and
die.
That, however, wouldn’t accomplish or fix anything, and he knew it.
So what did
spoiling him and neglecting Harry prove? Was it just their way of
trying
to punish Harry as much as possible for even being in their lives?
The more he
thought about it, the more he sometimes wished that the earth would
simply
swallow him whole.
When he got
home from school at the end of the term, he went through all of the old
and
discarded junk he had thrown away over the years. He fixed, to
the best
of his ability, whatever he could. He also went through the
dozens of old
video games which were still workable, and a couple of relatively
recent game
systems (he often got video games among his other desired possessions
as
spur-of-the-moment wants). He also went through old clothes which
were
now too big for him. He saw a couple of old cages and tanks for
long-gone
pets which were fixable. He even took a look at the never-opened
copies
of books that sat on the bookshelf of Harry’s bedroom.
After
sorting all of the unwanted things into one gigantic pile that was even
bigger
than him (also considering he had lost some weight), he went about
organizing
them and preparing to give them away in a gigantic tag sale.
Progress
had been somewhat halted by a strange day of endless owls and shooting
stars,
and his dad had to be brought home by his employees after he
fainted.
After that
was all over,
There, he
even encountered Mark Evans, who timidly asked about the birdcage,
which once
housed
At the end
of the day (and after accumulating a whopping amount of several hundred
pounds
which even he didn’t anticipate),
“I didn’t
need them and I wanted to learn how to do business,” he said with a
shrug. It was at least half-true, anyway.
His father
clapped him on the shoulder and praised his business skills while his
mother
looked at him for a moment before going back inside.
The next
night, he used some of it to treat them all to dinner at a nice
restaurant in
the area. The rest he saved somewhere in his room for
emergencies, should
they ever arise.
The
dementors had been the first to teach him about emergencies and how
suddenly
things can change in one’s life.
However,
there were still a few things which Dudley still wanted to tell Harry,
including one secret he didn’t even dare tell his own parents.
TBC…
Note
about this chapter:
While chances are the Dursleys will stay as malevolent and unethical as
they
are in canon, the idea of reconciliation with them (or Dudley, in some
circumstances) can be a fun one to play with. If you like this
idea at all,
you should try reading “This Means War!” by Jeconais
or “Midnight Duel, Midday Love,” by Draco664.
Next
chapter, we go back to our brand new villain… –Quillian