Frost here. So this is the first story I'm uploading. I don't really know if it's all that good, so please leave a review and tell me what you think. I don't own Harry Potter, World of Warcraft, Starcraft, or anything else you might recognize.

Chapter 1

Dudley was scared, scratch that he was terrified. Why? He and his friends, his gang, and been participating in one of their favorite activities. They were Harry Hunting, the game where they chase down his cousin Harry and beat him up if they catch him. Unfortunately, they had unknowingly crossed over into gang territory. As soon as they realized what they were dealing with, Piers tripped Dudley and he and the others ran off. Now Dudley was in danger of being gutted by an older teen with a switchblade, especially since he had no money on him. "Please, just let me go." He whimpered.

"Ha…you've got no money, and we can't be sure you won't rat us to the police. What do you say we fix that?" The older teen grinned sadistically at him, raising the switchblade and waving it in front of his face.

"Hey! Get away from him!" Dudley was stunned, his cousin, Harry, had come to rescue him? He didn't look like much of course, he was tiny and dressed in his own much larger clothes, but still.

Apparently, the gang members didn't think he was all that intimidating either, because they just laughed. "Oi, Robert, Tim, shut that brat up so I can have my fun." They approached Harry, smirking as they closed in.

"No! Get away!" Harry screamed and a feeling of power, pure power, rushed through them. A moment later a ripple exploded outwards from Harry. Robert and Tim were instantly flattened, knocked unconscious, and the teen in front of Dudley was blown off his feet into a wall. The teen was knocked unconscious from the collision.

Dudley looked on in awe, and then he saw Harry sway, looking faint. He rushed over to him, making it just in time to prevent him from collapsing. "How did you do that?" He exclaimed, in awe.

"Don, don know." Harry slurred. "Jush happen." A moment later the boy was asleep.

Dudley lifted his cousin up, "I don't know how you did that, but that was the coolest thing I've ever seen."

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About ten minutes later Dudley knocked on the door to his house, he was still carrying Harry. "Just a minute!" His mother called. A moment later the door opened, "Dudley? And why are you…?"

"Mum wait, let me in first." Dudley whined. His mother sighed and stepped aside. "I, I don't know where to start…"

"How about starting with why you had to carry the Boy home?" His mother spat out the word Boy as if it were something vile.

"He's exhausted, and I, I couldn't just leave him there. Mum, Harry saved my life." Dudley confessed.

"What? What happened!" His mother looked really worried.

"My gang, the ditched me. We ran into a real gang, and they ran. But they shoved me into them! I didn't have any money, so one of them was going to kill me! But Harry, he distracted them and helped me get away." Despite Dudley's young age, he knew he shouldn't tell his mother that Harry had knocked them out with some unknown power. "I think he collapsed because he couldn't get enough energy, I think he needs more food."

"B-but Diddykins, then there would be less food for you!" His mother protested.

Dudley shrugged, "So? I like eating but…I don't want to be fat. I'm already the fattest guy in my class, and if it weren't for my gang I know I would be getting teased endlessly about that. He can have some of my food." Dudley turned towards the stairs and muttered, "'Sides its not like extra food helped me run away, it just slowed me down."

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The next few weeks were confusing for Harry. Dudley had, somehow, convinced Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon to let Harry stay in his second bedroom, and to be allowed to eat more food than before. It wasn't a full meal, but it was more than double what he'd had before. In addition, the second bedroom, while the smallest bedroom in the house, was over five times larger than the cupboard he used to have. And it even had a real bed.

Suddenly Dudley burst into the room, "Harry! I need you to do something for me!"

"Yes?" Harry was confused, Dudley had never asked for his help before.

"I…can't read very well." Dudley confessed. "I don't know how to set up my new games."

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An hour later Harry was astonished, Dudley had been downright nice to him. He had helped Dudley set up his new games on his gaming computer, and once they were set up, Dudley roped him into helping him play because Dudley couldn't read the in game content. When Uncle Vernon had come up to order him to do his chores Dudley had even convinced him that he needed Harry to help and that someone else should do the chores.

"Dudley?" Harry asked.

"Huh? Yes Harry?" Dudley looked oven questioningly.

"Why are you being so…so nice to me?" Harry asked quietly.

Dudley turned to face him. "Harry you saved my life a few weeks ago. It made me think, why would you do that? All I've ever done is hurt and torment you. And then, you saved my life. It was the coolest thing I've ever seen. You blew those guys away!"

Suddenly Dudley's face lit up, "Hey! Do you think? I mean you blew those guys away! Do you think you might be a psionic like those people in Starcraft? Or maybe you have magic like the ones in World of Warcraft?"

"I-I don't know? Maybe?" Harry was unsure. "I mean…I know I teleported once…"

"Wait! That's how you got on the roof that time? Cool!" Dudley was thinking. "I know! Let's make a deal. You help me do better in school and help me with my games, and I'll keep mum and dad off your back. In addition, you have to try to use magic or psionics! Okay?"

"O-okay." Harry agreed quietly, "How though?"

"Hm…I think this requires some research…" Dudley admitted, sighing dejectedly.