Dudley Dursley was an adrenalin junkie. It was his biggest secret. His parents prided themselves on being absolutely Normal. Anything Abnormal or worse (the M-word he got in trouble for even thinking about) would probably ruin his and his parents' relationship. So, while this did give him an adrenalin fix, it was also training for being sneaky.

"Okay, just about done." Gordon was disabling the fire alarm connected to the door, so they could easily slip in and out the back at their leisure in the future.

Dudley was glad Piers had stopped him from beating on the nerd three years ago. Gordon was smart, like incredibly smart. Engineering, Advanced Mathematics, Physics, and the dozen other advanced courses he took had hidden something even Dudley was impressed by: Gordon was an expert at hacking and other forms of electronically getting into otherwise locked and sealed off places.

"We have less than twenty seconds."a quiet voice uttered from startlingly nearby. It caused Dudley to almost cry out in fright. Piers actually did gave a small yelp.

"You are so getting a bloody bell!" Dennis, the only one in the group bigger than Dudley, hissed in fright while holding a hand over his heart.

Malcolm, the one who scared them all, was what Gordon would call their stealth expert. Dudley called him their own personal ninja. Suddenly, the door opened and the teens fled out the door before Malcolm softly closed it behind them. But as he was doing that, Malcolm caught a glimpse of something further inside from where they'd just vacated. He hurriedly guestured in the group's own personal sign language. The group members who saw, Dudley and Piers, quickly followed the ninja's orders. They quickly hid on the other side of the door, the one with a dead end five meters further 's heart thundered in his chest as the door slammed open, hitting the brick wall just in front of his face.

"Oi!" The manager's voice cracked. The guy was two years above Dudley's year and he worked at the movies as a part time job. He was also a prefect at Smeltings, and fiercely enforced the rules whenever he could. Dudley couldn't help but grin as the manager looked down the seemingly empty alley towards the busy street, confused.

"Bloody kids," the manager snarled as he closed the door, not once glancing towards the group hiding just behind it.

Dennis let out an audible breath he had been holding. Piers and Gordon just laughed quietly, Malcolm smirked, and Dudley wished for a cigar so he could emulate a certain Colonel he idolized. Dudley instead brought Gordon in for a good-natured noogie. While the shortest boy struggled to get free, the entire group, except Malcolm, burst into loud laughter. "Mission accomplished."

When Dudley let go of him, Gordon dropped to the ground, landing in a pile garbage that had fallen off the overflowing trash can. Gordon's streams of curses and insults were a thing of beauty, for they involved nine real languages and snippets of Klingon, Mando'a, and Sindarin as well. It was most impressive until he stopped in the middle of it. "What's this?"

Gordon hopped awkwardly out of the garbage, holding a golden ticket. It seemed to glow in the dark alley. Piers knocked a month-old bit of newspaper out of Gordon's hair, and then pulled the ticket from his hand. He examined it like a jeweler would examine a diamond ring. Piers' voice was amazed, "It's glowing."

Malcolm snatched the ticket out of his hand in a movement too fast to track. Dudley felt a shiver crawl up his spine as he caught sight of the ticket. After looking it over, Malcolm handed the ticket to Dennis who was tried to read what was written on the ticket. "I can't read it." he told them.

This statement caused Piers to crack a joke about his ability to read. Something Dennis was quick to counter, "I'm serious! It's not in the Queen's English."

Dudley felt the blood drain from his face. "Give it here!" He roared, yanking the ticket from the bigger boy's grasp. Acting fast, he brought his hands up to rip it in half. Sadly, for him Piers jumped him at the same time as Dennis. While the pair were tackling him, Gordon pried the ticket from his grasp before hiding behind Malcolm, the only one who could really take Dudley in a fight. Dudley struggled valiantly against the two boys holding him down.

"What's wrong, Dudley?" Piers asked, "I've never seen you that scared before." Piers had been friends with Dudley since forever, but even the ones others who were more recent friends were worried. Dudley had once charged an older and stronger punk with a knife who had been mugging Gordon. He was fearless!

"Magic," Dudley whispered. "The ticket's magic." The second time Dudley whispered the word he spat it like it was the foulest thing in existence.

Dennis snorted, "Magic isn't real." Dudley glared at him heatedly.

"There are many things that science can't explain," Malcolm pointed out. Gordon reluctantly nodded at that. "Dudley would have to have a reason to fear it this much." Malcolm continued logically.

Piers looked up suddenly as a revelation struck him. "The zoo!"

Dudley nodded rapidly and finally Piers got off of Dudley, pulling Dennis off of him.

"Do you know anyone who could see if it is magical." Gordon asked skeptically. He was curious about the zoo reference, but that could wait. In his mind, he was already wondering and imagining what kinds of improvements he could make to his inventions. After all, magic was just science that wasn't properly understood.

Dudley got up from the ground, frowning heavily as he glared at the ground. "It's a secret." He told them, "But my cousin is a wizard."

Piers' face turned green."OhmygodImgonnabeturnedintoatoad!" Piers bent over like he was about to puke, which confused the others. All that they knew about Dudley's cousin is that he was at a boarding school for most of the year and that Dudley had, rather recently forbid the rest of them from ever messing with him. Now they knew why.

Dudley shook his head, "Let's just go talk to Harry."

It wasn't too bad of a walk to Dudley's house on Privet Drive. Piers lived on the same street, and Dennis lived only two blocks further down. Gordon and Malcolm were curious enough that the longer walk didn't bother them at all. Unfortunately Harry wasn't there yet by the time they got there. So Dudley, Dennis and Piers tried to decide on how they were supposed to wait. Dennis wanted to watch Danny Phantom, Piers was all for putting on the pirated copy of the new Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, the movie they had just snuck into the theater to watch, and Dudley wanted to watch his all time favorite show. "The Clone Wars!"

After only a few minutes of arguing, they decided to let Dudley have his way as to help him calm down. In no time, his computer started blaring the opening theme. While this was going on, Malcolm and Gordon were busy analyzing the ticket. Malcolm was sketching out all of the different written characters and symbols on different pages of copy paper, carefully kept separate from each other. As he did that, Gordon was filtering the images through his custom-made PDA.

"This is a mess," Gordon grumbled irritatedly. "Ancient Sumerian, Greek, Persian, Egyptian, Mayan, Inca, Japanese, and half a dozen other languages are on this thing."

"Can you translate it?" Piers asked, only half watching the show. He had faith that the two smartest kids he knew could figure it out. They had hacked MI5 together once! They could do anything.

"Maybe, these four symbols," Gordon pointed at four pieces of paper Malcolm had copied various symbols onto, "Don't show up on any database I can find. I'm currently asking about them through a couple of forums." Piers nodded like he understood. He did understand some of it, just not all of it.

"Maybe Potter will know about it." Piers told Gordon with a shrug

Harry Potter hated himself. He hated Voldemort. He hated Belatrix Lestrange. But most of all he hated himself. He had almost gotten his friends killed. He had gotten his godfather killed. His eyes burnt with tears he refused to shed as he thought about Sirius before shaking his head. If Dudley saw him crying, he'd get laughed at. Though, there was a part of him that knew Dudley had been different since he saved him from the Dementors, Harry hadn't spent enough time around his cousin for the changes to really become apparent.

Quietly, Harry opened the door to Number 4. He stalked past his Aunt and Uncle as they were watching the news about a gas line exploding. 'Voldemort most likely' the teenage wizard thought to himself.

He went directly up the stairs for his room. but as he passed Dudley's door, it opened.

"Are you Harry?" A teenager the wizard had never seen before asked.

"Yes?" Before Harry could ask who he was, the teen dragged him into the room.

With six people in one room, it was extremley crowded. Dudley paused something on his computer, turned around in his nice office chair, and tried to give Harry a friendly smile. "So...We think we found something magical."

Flinching reflexively at the extremely blunt statement, Harry looked around at the group of muggles in front of him, and double facepalmed. "There's a law about secrecy, and you just told all your friends about me being a wizard. You know there's wizards whose entire job is to erase the memories of any muggles who know about magic."

Dudley winced at that but nodded. "Harry, I wouldn't have bothered you if I wasn't sure it's magical"

Harry looked at Dudley with slight confusion at the strange lack of derision, fear, or even disgust in his voice or expression. As far as Harry could tell, his cousin was honest about it. "I know I haven't been the best cousin in the world, but I really want to fix that now." Now Dudley looked embarrassed. He opened his mouth to say more but Harry cut him off with a heavy sigh and a raised hand.

"Okay Dudley. I'll check this 'magical' thing out." Harry didn't think whatever this item was that it was actually maigical, but he didn't want to lose any more family, so he decided to indulge his cousin. Harry's thoughts about the item being magical shifted as soon as he saw it. That luminescent glow could only be one thing!

"Drop it." Harry barked in such a commanding tone that Dudley immediately dropped it. The rest of his friends backed as far away as they could. With such a reaction, it was obviously dangerous. Harry pulled out his wand and carefully lifted the ticket to examine it more closely. While he couldn't perform any spells without being in clear danger, he still felt safer with it in his grip.

"It's definately magical." He said softly, speaking more to himself than the others. His eyes were locked on the ticket "There's ancient runes on it. Hmm... It almost feels like a portkey, only far more powerful. No compulsions, though." Harry wished he could perform a few analyzing spells. All the things he'd just listed were things that he could divine from the familiar 'feel' of the different and vaguely familiar spells and enchantments that saturated the ticket. "Can someone copy the runes down?"

The ticket brightened. Golden light flooded the small room. From the outside it looked as if the sun shone out the window. The ray of light hit a snoozing Mundungus Fletcher, who simply rolled over.

Dudley yelled, the last thing he saw was Bail Organa begging for help from a command post on Christophsis.

Harry was right in his assessment. It was like a more powerful portkey. The standard hook behind his naval became a vice grip on his spine. Harry felt like he was in a hurricane, instead of wind however, it was pure magic. Harry could feel it. Even Gordon, the most blind to magic could feel it.

Just as fast as it started, it was done. There wasn't even that twinge of blindness from seeing such a bright light.

Harry picked himself off the ground, and looked around, "Where the bloody hell are we?" He asked.