Author's Notes - This story has been on line for awhile, but I had to stop
writing for a bit and when I came back to it I saw some huge mistakes so
this is the edited version. This chapter was two chapters, one and two, but
I put them together because they really belong together. But it has changed
slightly since first writing, not much but a bit here and there.
This story came to me when I was on line one day looking for some stuff about future books. I came across a rumor that Dudley was going to be able to do magic at some point in the series. It strokes me as a very odd idea so I decided to write about, along with some of my own ideas about what is going to happen in future books!
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-Chapter One-
Magical Dudley
The light that flooded the room all day was growing weaker, as the teenaged boy put down the book he had been reading, Flying with the Cannons, and crossed to the window of his room and gazed out. Harry had been doing that a lot lately since his return from school. He was too distracted to read, he would spend hours just staring out of the window, waiting. What he was waiting for, even he did not know. All he knew was he had to wait. He had plenty of letters from his friends. Oh yes! They were writing to him, effect all right. Trying to keep his spirits up, but as they only knew half of what was troubling him; they did not help much. The only thing that had helped was something Ron had said in his last letter,
Dear Harry,
I hope your not too down at the moment but if you are, I've got good news for you! Dumbledore says that you can come and stay with us for the last three weeks of the holidays. I guess you'd better ask the muggles before we come and get you though. Hermione is coming then too. Mum and Dad are pretty busy with stuff, we have not seen much of them lately, but I know it has been easier for Dad at work since the end of last year... but they still won't tell us what is going on. Percy is still living in London, but Dad says that they are beginning to talk again. I'm not sure if that is a good thing or not, but it has made Mum and Dad happier. He tried to apologize for his behavior last year, can you believe him? Anyway, with Fred and George at their shop all day it's just me and Ginny at... here at the moment. Can you believe that she is going out with Dean Thomas? I never liked him! Well, bye for now Ron
This letter at least offered hope for the future, something to which he could look forward. And if Dumbledore had said it was all right then it must be. One thing that Harry was still waiting for was the results of his O.W.Ls. McGonagoll had said that they would be receiving them sometime in July and there were only five days left, so they had to come some time soon. As this thought crossed his mind, his eyes swept the sky for a sign of an owl winging its way towards him. But the sky was empty the only movement was that of his cousin and his aunt in the street below
"Dudley, sweetums. It's time to come in." Called Aunt Petunia.
She was standing at the open front door of number four Privet Drive, attempting to coax her huge son indoors. The Dursleys had become paranoid about letting their son wander the streets. The combined result of the Dementer attack last year and the alarming numbers of deaths and serious accidents that had happened all over the country within the last month.
Dudley was crossing the street when it happened, or rather when several things happened. First, there was a loud crack. There was a screech of tyres as a car swerved violently so as not to hit a little man, who had appeared out of nowhere. The car swerved again, this time so as not to hit another car, which had been parked outside number seven. The only thing was that it swerved right at Dudley. One moment Dudley was standing in the middle of the road transfixed in open-mouthed terror. There was a brilliant flash of light, the next moment Dudley was sitting on the roof of the car. The driver of which braked hard, throwing Dudley, headfirst, into the road.
Aunt Petunia screamed and ran towards him, heaving him up in her bony arms sobbing violently. The driver stumbled out of the car, with amazement written on his face, he hung on to the car door to support himself. Half- glancing at the little man who had been the source of all the trouble, as if to reassure himself that he had not been dreaming. Before he staggered up to where Aunt Petunia was struggle to get the petrified looking Dudley to his feet.
People were emerging from the houses to gape at the scene. Babbling to each other as they did,
"What happened?"
"I don't know",
"how did he get on the roof?"
"Never seen anything like it!"
"Where did that man come from?"
All this time Harry had not moved an inch from the window. Had he seen what he thought he'd seen? That little man had apparated into the middle of his street. Who was he? Harry was positive he had never seen him before. He must be in a hurry or he would not have Apparated into the middle of a muggle area in broad daylight.
Who ever he was, the little man was not idle; Harry could see the little man hurrying along the street, passed all the gaping muggles, until he reached number four. He stopped, right outside and looked up, right at Harry who stepped back quickly from the window. But curiosity got the better of him and he stepped back. Only just in time to see the little man for a split second before he vanished, with a bang!
He was gone. Harry did not have much time to contemplate on this, for there was more movement down in the street below him. The muggles who had gathered around Dudley, happed been staring at the little man, and since his disappearance they had shifted their stares to Harry.
Crack.
People wearing green pinstriped cloaks were now appearing all over the place. Surrounding the muggles, several of who looked on the point of fainting. One, of the people in cloaks, was beckoning Harry to come down.
"Harry come down we need to talk to you", he said.
Harry smiled as he recognized Mr Weasley, by his red hair. He turned from the window and walked out of the room, trying to prevent himself running from joy at seeing some people who he liked and were part of the world to which he belonged.
Just as Harry stepped out of the front door, Aunt Petunia managed to heave her massive son up the path. She was about to take him indoors when Mr Weasley stopped her.
"Not just yet, I think Mrs Dursley," Mr Weasley said politely, a fate smile on his lips.
Aunt Petunia hesitated. Harry could see that she was glancing around at her neighbours. He smiled at the thought of the internal battle that must have been in process. On the one side, not wanting to been seen in this type of company by her neighbours. On the other side the realisation that those said neighbours were being cornered like sheep about to be shorn by the very people who she always avoided being seen with. However, it was the pressure of Mr Weasley's hand on her arm that finally convinced her.
Just then, a smiling Fudge joined the little group.
"Well I think we have it all under control" He said brightly to the group in general. Behind him, muggles were trying disparately to escape, while Ministry wizards were franticly shooting stunners.
"Yes," said Mr Weasley uncertainly, "all we have to do is decide what we are going to do with young Dudley here."
"Do with him?" said Fudge in astonishment. " I wasn't planning on doing anything with him."
"Well..." began Mr Weasley frowning slightly. "I just presumed that since he did magic tha..."
Aunt Petunia interrupted him, "DID WHAT?" she bellowed, "MY SON DID NOT DO - DO... HE CAN'T HAVE DONE... done... no he can't have" she finished on a pathetic note.
"It appears that he did." Mr. Weasley told her kindly "and since that is the case I would have expected something to be done about it". He added to Fudge.
"What do you want me to do with him? Enroll him in Hogwarts?" Fudge said, laughing at the very idea. "He's a muggle for goodness sakes."
"ENROLL HIM!" Aunt Petunia yelled, her eyes popping in anger. "HE IS NOT GOING TO THAT FREAK PLACE!"
"Mr Weasley, you can't be serious." Harry said heatedly. "He... he can't go to Hogwarts!"
"No, he can't have done... he's not going." Aunt Petunia stammered, still holding up her huge son.
"I think we should go indoors." Dumbledore said calmly as he walked up the path to join the group. Harry had been so busy listening to what Mr Weasley and Fudge said that he had not even noticed Dumbledore's arrive.
"Or the Ministry will be forced to perform more memory charms on those poor muggles," continue Dumbledore.
Mr Weasley shepherded Aunt Petunia and Dudley, who was still being held up by his mother, inside. Harry, Fudge, Dumbledore and the rest of the Ministry wizards trooped in after them.
As they enter the living-room Aunt Petunia, who seemed to have come to her senses, pushed Dudley into a chair and left the room, muttering as she went.
"Vernon, yes he'll be able to stop this."
"She's gone to call my uncle." Harry said
"It's for the best, they have to know and the longer they have to accept it the better." said Dumbledore.
Everybody but Mr Weasley stared at him as if he were mad!
"What do you mean Dumbledore? Know what? Accept what?" Fudge asked nervously.
"I mean, they will have to except that their son is a wizard an..." Dumbledore started to say.
"He's a what?" Interrupted Harry before he could stop himself. It had only just dawned on him what had happened. Dudley had done magic! Dudley was a wizard!
"A wizard Harry" Dumbledore said smiling kindly at Harry.
"And that?" Prompted Fudge cautiously
"And that he will be going to Hogwarts" said Dumbledore just as calmly as ever. Dudley, who was still looked dazed, sat up at these words and looked around the room.
"But... but he can't. He's a muggle!" Said a short wizard at the back of the room.
"That is what I have been trying to tell you Mafalda" Said Dumbledore patiently "he is not a muggle, but a wizard."
"He used magic," piped up Mr Weasley, "or we would have had to pick up what was left of him of the road out side."
"If he is a wizard then why is he not at Hogwarts already?" Asked Fudge looking dazed.
"Well" began Dumbledore, "as you know Minerva McGonagoll has a quill which detects when a magical child is born and writes it down in the Book of Students. At the beginning of every year she sends letters to those who are eleven."
"Yes, yes Dumbledore." Fudge said impatiently "We all know all this already, but it does not explain why this boy" he pointed at Dudley, who had stopped looking dazed and now looked scared. "Can do magic."
"Well as I am sure you are aware" said Dumbledore smiling at Fudge. "That everyone has a certain amount of magic in their blood. And we just call someone a wizard or a witch when they have more then a certain amount. And those who have less are muggles. Now the quill senses when every child is born. If a child has more than that certain amount, in its blood then it writes its name down in the book. If not it does nothing. The more the stronger the power. If I'm right then a very rare occurrence has taken place. Dudley must have been on the very boarder line and the magical blood in him must have got strong."
"Why would the magic in him get stronger?" Harry asked.
"If I'm right, the magic in him got stronger because of you Harry." Said Dumbledore slowly, smiling at him. "The houses where magical people live have magic in the air, and if a muggle of a sensible age lives in the same house as one who is magical then the magic in their own blood will increase."
"SO!" Roared Uncle Vernon, nobody had notices him and Aunt Petunia enter the room, they had all been to busy listening to Dumbledore. He must have driven very fast to get there so soon.
"BECAUSE OF THAT BOY" He pointed an accusing finger at Harry. "MY SON IS IS A... HE'S ONE OF YOUR LOT"
Aunt Petunia had started sobbing over Dudley again. But Uncle Vernon had not finish yet.
"WE SHOULD NEVER HAVE KEPT YOU! YOU'VE BEEN NOTHING BUT TROUBLE FROM THE WORD GO. DUDLEY'S TAIL, THAT BLOODY OWL, THAT FLYING CAR, MARGE BOBBING AROUND ON THE CEILING, THOSE DEM-WHATS-ITS LAST YEAR, BANGING AND FUNNY NOISES, THAT PUDDING, ALL THOSE BLOODY OWLS..."
It when on and on for what seemed like hours. Until he had got over very single thing they had ever done for him, and the trouble he had coursed them; right down to the milk bottle Aunt Petunia had dropped the day he had arrived.
After what felt like three hours it was over. Uncle Vernon had only stopped because he was out of breath.
"Come Harry you can stay with us tonight." Said Mr. Weasley with a quick glance at Dumbledore, who nodded once. "And we'll bring you back tomorrow. "
"Thanks Mr. Weasley." Harry said gratefully
"Run and get your stuff, quickly now." Said Mr. Weasley with a look of apprehension towards Uncle Vernon.
Harry ran smiling from the room, and headed for the stairs. When he came back down five minutes later everyone but Mr. Weasley, Dumbledore and the Dursleys had gone. The Dursleys were sitting in a corner scared.
"Come here Harry" Said Dumbledore, he was holding a cushion from the sofa in one hand and his wand in the other. He pointed his wand at the cushion, said, "portus", and held it out to Harry.
"I'll see you later Harry, there are a few things I need to see to" He said as he passed the portkey to Harry. Harry felt the familiar sensation of a hook being jerked backward and the room was gone.
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Author's Notes - well I hope you enjoyed that. If you didn't, well I enjoyed writing it!
This story came to me when I was on line one day looking for some stuff about future books. I came across a rumor that Dudley was going to be able to do magic at some point in the series. It strokes me as a very odd idea so I decided to write about, along with some of my own ideas about what is going to happen in future books!
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-Chapter One-
Magical Dudley
The light that flooded the room all day was growing weaker, as the teenaged boy put down the book he had been reading, Flying with the Cannons, and crossed to the window of his room and gazed out. Harry had been doing that a lot lately since his return from school. He was too distracted to read, he would spend hours just staring out of the window, waiting. What he was waiting for, even he did not know. All he knew was he had to wait. He had plenty of letters from his friends. Oh yes! They were writing to him, effect all right. Trying to keep his spirits up, but as they only knew half of what was troubling him; they did not help much. The only thing that had helped was something Ron had said in his last letter,
Dear Harry,
I hope your not too down at the moment but if you are, I've got good news for you! Dumbledore says that you can come and stay with us for the last three weeks of the holidays. I guess you'd better ask the muggles before we come and get you though. Hermione is coming then too. Mum and Dad are pretty busy with stuff, we have not seen much of them lately, but I know it has been easier for Dad at work since the end of last year... but they still won't tell us what is going on. Percy is still living in London, but Dad says that they are beginning to talk again. I'm not sure if that is a good thing or not, but it has made Mum and Dad happier. He tried to apologize for his behavior last year, can you believe him? Anyway, with Fred and George at their shop all day it's just me and Ginny at... here at the moment. Can you believe that she is going out with Dean Thomas? I never liked him! Well, bye for now Ron
This letter at least offered hope for the future, something to which he could look forward. And if Dumbledore had said it was all right then it must be. One thing that Harry was still waiting for was the results of his O.W.Ls. McGonagoll had said that they would be receiving them sometime in July and there were only five days left, so they had to come some time soon. As this thought crossed his mind, his eyes swept the sky for a sign of an owl winging its way towards him. But the sky was empty the only movement was that of his cousin and his aunt in the street below
"Dudley, sweetums. It's time to come in." Called Aunt Petunia.
She was standing at the open front door of number four Privet Drive, attempting to coax her huge son indoors. The Dursleys had become paranoid about letting their son wander the streets. The combined result of the Dementer attack last year and the alarming numbers of deaths and serious accidents that had happened all over the country within the last month.
Dudley was crossing the street when it happened, or rather when several things happened. First, there was a loud crack. There was a screech of tyres as a car swerved violently so as not to hit a little man, who had appeared out of nowhere. The car swerved again, this time so as not to hit another car, which had been parked outside number seven. The only thing was that it swerved right at Dudley. One moment Dudley was standing in the middle of the road transfixed in open-mouthed terror. There was a brilliant flash of light, the next moment Dudley was sitting on the roof of the car. The driver of which braked hard, throwing Dudley, headfirst, into the road.
Aunt Petunia screamed and ran towards him, heaving him up in her bony arms sobbing violently. The driver stumbled out of the car, with amazement written on his face, he hung on to the car door to support himself. Half- glancing at the little man who had been the source of all the trouble, as if to reassure himself that he had not been dreaming. Before he staggered up to where Aunt Petunia was struggle to get the petrified looking Dudley to his feet.
People were emerging from the houses to gape at the scene. Babbling to each other as they did,
"What happened?"
"I don't know",
"how did he get on the roof?"
"Never seen anything like it!"
"Where did that man come from?"
All this time Harry had not moved an inch from the window. Had he seen what he thought he'd seen? That little man had apparated into the middle of his street. Who was he? Harry was positive he had never seen him before. He must be in a hurry or he would not have Apparated into the middle of a muggle area in broad daylight.
Who ever he was, the little man was not idle; Harry could see the little man hurrying along the street, passed all the gaping muggles, until he reached number four. He stopped, right outside and looked up, right at Harry who stepped back quickly from the window. But curiosity got the better of him and he stepped back. Only just in time to see the little man for a split second before he vanished, with a bang!
He was gone. Harry did not have much time to contemplate on this, for there was more movement down in the street below him. The muggles who had gathered around Dudley, happed been staring at the little man, and since his disappearance they had shifted their stares to Harry.
Crack.
People wearing green pinstriped cloaks were now appearing all over the place. Surrounding the muggles, several of who looked on the point of fainting. One, of the people in cloaks, was beckoning Harry to come down.
"Harry come down we need to talk to you", he said.
Harry smiled as he recognized Mr Weasley, by his red hair. He turned from the window and walked out of the room, trying to prevent himself running from joy at seeing some people who he liked and were part of the world to which he belonged.
Just as Harry stepped out of the front door, Aunt Petunia managed to heave her massive son up the path. She was about to take him indoors when Mr Weasley stopped her.
"Not just yet, I think Mrs Dursley," Mr Weasley said politely, a fate smile on his lips.
Aunt Petunia hesitated. Harry could see that she was glancing around at her neighbours. He smiled at the thought of the internal battle that must have been in process. On the one side, not wanting to been seen in this type of company by her neighbours. On the other side the realisation that those said neighbours were being cornered like sheep about to be shorn by the very people who she always avoided being seen with. However, it was the pressure of Mr Weasley's hand on her arm that finally convinced her.
Just then, a smiling Fudge joined the little group.
"Well I think we have it all under control" He said brightly to the group in general. Behind him, muggles were trying disparately to escape, while Ministry wizards were franticly shooting stunners.
"Yes," said Mr Weasley uncertainly, "all we have to do is decide what we are going to do with young Dudley here."
"Do with him?" said Fudge in astonishment. " I wasn't planning on doing anything with him."
"Well..." began Mr Weasley frowning slightly. "I just presumed that since he did magic tha..."
Aunt Petunia interrupted him, "DID WHAT?" she bellowed, "MY SON DID NOT DO - DO... HE CAN'T HAVE DONE... done... no he can't have" she finished on a pathetic note.
"It appears that he did." Mr. Weasley told her kindly "and since that is the case I would have expected something to be done about it". He added to Fudge.
"What do you want me to do with him? Enroll him in Hogwarts?" Fudge said, laughing at the very idea. "He's a muggle for goodness sakes."
"ENROLL HIM!" Aunt Petunia yelled, her eyes popping in anger. "HE IS NOT GOING TO THAT FREAK PLACE!"
"Mr Weasley, you can't be serious." Harry said heatedly. "He... he can't go to Hogwarts!"
"No, he can't have done... he's not going." Aunt Petunia stammered, still holding up her huge son.
"I think we should go indoors." Dumbledore said calmly as he walked up the path to join the group. Harry had been so busy listening to what Mr Weasley and Fudge said that he had not even noticed Dumbledore's arrive.
"Or the Ministry will be forced to perform more memory charms on those poor muggles," continue Dumbledore.
Mr Weasley shepherded Aunt Petunia and Dudley, who was still being held up by his mother, inside. Harry, Fudge, Dumbledore and the rest of the Ministry wizards trooped in after them.
As they enter the living-room Aunt Petunia, who seemed to have come to her senses, pushed Dudley into a chair and left the room, muttering as she went.
"Vernon, yes he'll be able to stop this."
"She's gone to call my uncle." Harry said
"It's for the best, they have to know and the longer they have to accept it the better." said Dumbledore.
Everybody but Mr Weasley stared at him as if he were mad!
"What do you mean Dumbledore? Know what? Accept what?" Fudge asked nervously.
"I mean, they will have to except that their son is a wizard an..." Dumbledore started to say.
"He's a what?" Interrupted Harry before he could stop himself. It had only just dawned on him what had happened. Dudley had done magic! Dudley was a wizard!
"A wizard Harry" Dumbledore said smiling kindly at Harry.
"And that?" Prompted Fudge cautiously
"And that he will be going to Hogwarts" said Dumbledore just as calmly as ever. Dudley, who was still looked dazed, sat up at these words and looked around the room.
"But... but he can't. He's a muggle!" Said a short wizard at the back of the room.
"That is what I have been trying to tell you Mafalda" Said Dumbledore patiently "he is not a muggle, but a wizard."
"He used magic," piped up Mr Weasley, "or we would have had to pick up what was left of him of the road out side."
"If he is a wizard then why is he not at Hogwarts already?" Asked Fudge looking dazed.
"Well" began Dumbledore, "as you know Minerva McGonagoll has a quill which detects when a magical child is born and writes it down in the Book of Students. At the beginning of every year she sends letters to those who are eleven."
"Yes, yes Dumbledore." Fudge said impatiently "We all know all this already, but it does not explain why this boy" he pointed at Dudley, who had stopped looking dazed and now looked scared. "Can do magic."
"Well as I am sure you are aware" said Dumbledore smiling at Fudge. "That everyone has a certain amount of magic in their blood. And we just call someone a wizard or a witch when they have more then a certain amount. And those who have less are muggles. Now the quill senses when every child is born. If a child has more than that certain amount, in its blood then it writes its name down in the book. If not it does nothing. The more the stronger the power. If I'm right then a very rare occurrence has taken place. Dudley must have been on the very boarder line and the magical blood in him must have got strong."
"Why would the magic in him get stronger?" Harry asked.
"If I'm right, the magic in him got stronger because of you Harry." Said Dumbledore slowly, smiling at him. "The houses where magical people live have magic in the air, and if a muggle of a sensible age lives in the same house as one who is magical then the magic in their own blood will increase."
"SO!" Roared Uncle Vernon, nobody had notices him and Aunt Petunia enter the room, they had all been to busy listening to Dumbledore. He must have driven very fast to get there so soon.
"BECAUSE OF THAT BOY" He pointed an accusing finger at Harry. "MY SON IS IS A... HE'S ONE OF YOUR LOT"
Aunt Petunia had started sobbing over Dudley again. But Uncle Vernon had not finish yet.
"WE SHOULD NEVER HAVE KEPT YOU! YOU'VE BEEN NOTHING BUT TROUBLE FROM THE WORD GO. DUDLEY'S TAIL, THAT BLOODY OWL, THAT FLYING CAR, MARGE BOBBING AROUND ON THE CEILING, THOSE DEM-WHATS-ITS LAST YEAR, BANGING AND FUNNY NOISES, THAT PUDDING, ALL THOSE BLOODY OWLS..."
It when on and on for what seemed like hours. Until he had got over very single thing they had ever done for him, and the trouble he had coursed them; right down to the milk bottle Aunt Petunia had dropped the day he had arrived.
After what felt like three hours it was over. Uncle Vernon had only stopped because he was out of breath.
"Come Harry you can stay with us tonight." Said Mr. Weasley with a quick glance at Dumbledore, who nodded once. "And we'll bring you back tomorrow. "
"Thanks Mr. Weasley." Harry said gratefully
"Run and get your stuff, quickly now." Said Mr. Weasley with a look of apprehension towards Uncle Vernon.
Harry ran smiling from the room, and headed for the stairs. When he came back down five minutes later everyone but Mr. Weasley, Dumbledore and the Dursleys had gone. The Dursleys were sitting in a corner scared.
"Come here Harry" Said Dumbledore, he was holding a cushion from the sofa in one hand and his wand in the other. He pointed his wand at the cushion, said, "portus", and held it out to Harry.
"I'll see you later Harry, there are a few things I need to see to" He said as he passed the portkey to Harry. Harry felt the familiar sensation of a hook being jerked backward and the room was gone.
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Author's Notes - well I hope you enjoyed that. If you didn't, well I enjoyed writing it!