AN: Er, sorry? Real life got in the way, well, that, and reading lots of other fics too. This has been sitting around for a while, and I'm still not happy with it, but I think it's as good as it's gonna get by me. I'm changing it back to just one fic for all seven years. It's easier that way.

"Harry Potter Makes His Own Destiny"

Chapter 21, "The Fecal Matter Strikes The Wind Generating Device"

The three wizards entered the house at Number 4, Privet Drive slowly. Harry was a little unsure of himself but maintained his composure as his blood relatives came into the hall from the kitchen.

"Harry, you and Draco go up to the room and direct the house elves with your trunks and things. Remember what I said before, as well," Sirius said sternly and then turned to the Dursleys after watching Harry carefully make his way up the steps, Draco being watchful in case he stumbled.

"Just what's this all about?" Petunia asked with a frown. "The letter we received, strangely signed by both Ministers, was less than vague. It only mentioned necessary changes for security reasons. And why is Harry limping and using a cane?"

Sirius glanced at the youngest Dursley. "Dudley should go to his room as well. This conversation is for adults."

Vernon Dursley became visibly incensed at this stranger, this wizard stranger, telling his family what to do, but an angry glare from his wife silenced him. He reluctantly nodded to Dudley, who appeared to feel the same way as he slowly inched his round bottom up the stairs.

Sirius motioned them back into the kitchen, keeping his anger at their treatment of Harry reigned in. "My name is Sirius Black," he began coldly, "and I was friends with James and Lily, in fact, James was more than a brother to me. I am also Harry's godfather."

"So why didn't you take him?" Vernon said boldly.

"Shut it," Sirius growled and pulled his wand. Vernon backed down immediately.

"The blood protection?" Lily offered and Sirius nodded. "Who is that other boy?"

"That's my cousin, Draco Malfoy." Sirius gave Vernon a look before continuing, laying it out and watching for reactions. "You know of the deatheaters? They were the followers of Voldemort, the bastard who was the reason my best friends were killed and Harry was put with you."

Petunia kept her face emotionless with effort while Vernon began chewing on his mustache.

"Two deatheaters, Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black Malfoy, Draco's parents, attempted to kill Harry," Sirius said, not glossing over anything, still keeping an eye on Petunia, whom he could see was straining to stay emotionless. "As the last heir of the Blacks, he became my responsibility. I'm actually glad, as Harry has been a good influence on a boy who was starting to be an arrogant prick like his father, much like what Dudley is."

"Now listen here," Vernon said and started to get up, but Sirius put a silencing spell on him, along with a sticking spell to keep him rooted to his seat.

"You'll be quiet, Dursley, and you're not going anywhere," Sirius said and noticed just the smallest of smiles trying to form on Petunia's lips. "As for the limping..."

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"You live here?" Draco said in disgust looking around at the tiny room. "Wait," he added and looked over his shoulder at the stairs, remembering something.

"What?" Harry asked as he settled on his small, lumpy, bed.

"Never mind," he said, steeling his emotions and turning back. "So how should we do this?" he said as Pip and Dobby popped in.

"I don't care," Harry said as he yawned and laid back. "I'm gonna take a nap. Do whatever you want, just don't make dad mad."

"Fine," Draco said as he watched Harry fall to sleep almost instantly. "Dobby, Pip, make this room big and comfortable. Not too elegant, that's the one thing I hated about Malfoy Manor. Don't get this dirty, don't mess that up. I guess we can do the bunk bed thing again, but make it different than the place back in Hogsmeade. I suppose Sirius is staying in here too, so, I guess you should put a bed in the corner for him. Oh, and add another bathroom. I'm not gonna keep going after muggles. Which I have to now, and I'll leave you to it, just don't wake Harry."

The little elves nodded ecstatically, and Draco slipped out to goto the bathroom. After finishing his business, he listened at Dudley's door, and could hear some faint, weird sounding music. "Muggles," he muttered to himself and crept down the stairs after casting a silencing charm on his shoes. He went over to the little cupboard and peeked in with revulsion at where Harry had lived most of his life. "Correction: worthless, waste of space, muggles," he murmured and moved over the kitchen door and listened.

His curiosity getting the better of him, he cast a spell his father taught him so he could see through a muggle's eyes. It wouldn't work on a wizard, but a muggle wouldn't even notice the slight mental intrusion, especially the likes of Vernon Dursley.

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"As for the limping..." Sirius trailed off as he pulled an eight by ten envelope out of his magically expanded jean pocket. He took a deep breath in an attempt to hold his own emotion, and unsteadily pulled out it's contents and threw it on the kitchen table. It's multiple items spread out revealing the horror within to the two elder Dursleys sitting at the table. And the young, blond wizard in the hall.

Photos. Several dozen photos, in fact. Photos of Harry. Various photos of his injuries. Wizard photos. Moving. Barely moving in Harry's case, nearly three dimensional in their likeness. More real than muggle photos.

Both Petunia and Vernon gasped and started to lose their lunch.

"Harry and three of his friends were out with Dumbledore and McGonagall in muggle London," Sirius continued, looking away from the photos. "Three deatheaters drew him out by himself, and attacked with muggle weapons so nobody would detect it, and Harry wouldn't magically defend himself. A man managed to kill them, but not before this was done."

Petunia and Vernon were both pale and sick, which made Sirius happy. He then slipped four photos away from the rest and spaced them out on the table. The Dursleys blanched a bit at these, which were clearly a different time frame, an earlier time frame.

"YOU, were responsible for what's in these particular photos," Sirius said with a strained voice, venom dripping from every syllable; failing in his poor attempt to bite back his emotion. "And you might wanna know, a committee has been formed to decide a wizard punishment."

"What?" Petunia questioned while Vernon struggled against the muting spell.

Sirius took a calming breath as he thought how screwed up it all was. His own imprisonment, the lack of timely punishment for the Dursleys, the whole situation. Finally, he continued.

"Harry has unwanted fame and respect in the wizarding world, and the blood protection is necessary, otherwise you both would be hauled off to prison and your brat would be put in a home."

"But Dumbledore wouldn't do that, he...he..." she stuttered.

"Dumbledore's dead," Sirius spat. "He threw himself on a grenade to save Harry, and, before that, he was stripped of his order of Merlin award for placing Harry with you and not checking on his well being."

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Draco Malfoy vomited in the hall and canceled the mind intrusion spell. He hadn't been told the details of what had happened, only that Harry had been seriously hurt by deatheaters. Now he knew the puzzle that was Harry James Potter. The boy-who-lived. The boy who was forced to grow up unwanted and unloved, with an unknown and undesired fame waiting for him when he was rescued by the groundskeeper.

The small boy Draco had met nearly a year ago was nothing like any of the stories fabricated and spread about in the wizarding world. Draco found himself respecting Harry more than he thought possible. So much he had been through, and he still kept going. Like a Slytherin. Also like a Gryffindor. Really like all four houses.

Draco promised himself to definitely help Harry. Support him, stand up for him when needed, and be there. Like...an older brother. Yes, he realised, in this new little family, a family he never thought he would be glad to be in, he held that distinction, even if he was only a few months older. He also smiled at the thought of what Harry was going to do to all of the remaining deatheaters. Even Voldemort himself. He could hardly wait to see what Harry did once he was recovered fully.

He quickly spelled away his mess and headed back to their room. Inside, Harry was still asleep with an odd look on his face. One that hadn't been seen in a while. The slowly forming look of determination. Draco smiled to himself as he climbed into the lower bunk for a nap. He absolutely wanted to be rested so he didn't miss anything that might, or probably would happen, with Harry James Potter, the boy who lived again.

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"Dumbledore's dead?" Petunia exclaimed as she stood up. "Saving Harry from a grenade?" She slowly went to the sink and got a glass of water with shaky hands, trying to come to grips with everything.

Vernon began squirming around, wanting to say something. Finally Sirius released the spells and he jumped up.

"Get out, then," he spat. "My wife's promise was to him. I want you all out of my house."

Petunia, who had been staring at the sink, looked up with a scowl. "They will stay, Vernon," she said with a bit of disgust. "I made the promise to my sister, and to my nephew. I've had a lot to think about over the last year, and I realise how wrong I've been. I know that were the situation reversed, Dudley would have been well looked after."

"It's about time you did right by that boy," came a shrill but stern voice from the doorway making them all jump. "I'm Molly Weasley, and this is my husband, Arthur."

"Get out now!" Vernon said and Sirius put the silencing and sticking charm back on him.

"Sorry for barging in, sir," Arthur said with a frown, forcing himself to ignore his fascination at the muggle surroundings. "We are the official appointees for the committee to decide your punishment."

"A decision has been made then?" Sirius asked with a bit of hope in his voice.

"Yes, indeed," Molly said.

"We, well at least I, intend to fully cooperate," Petunia said and gave a moments glare at her husband.

Molly glanced at the kitchen table, and had to close her eyes quickly while Sirius gathered the photos together and put them away, except for the ones that were caused by the Dursleys. She then steeled herself and spoke as Arthur put his arm around her in support.

"We don't know Harry that well, other than what our boys have told us, but we do know that we would care for him as our own. No offense, Mr. Black," Molly continued, "but I personally still have my reserves about you being his guardian. I really have my doubts about you being able to raise him proper. What with your past, your family's past, not to mention Harry being in Slytherin along with some of the things he's done. I'm afraid for that boy and what else he may do or become."

"Molly, I completely understand, but Azkaban gave me time to think. And mature, at least a little, hopefully. My focus right now, is Harry. Don't take this the wrong way, please, but no matter your reserves, we need each other. I know I'm the only adult he really trusts. He is my son, and I am his dad, and I won't dishonor my best friend's memory and the trust in me he had," Sirius said thoughtfully. "And as for the Slytherin part, I see it as, Slytherin is a part of Hogwarts. A part that isn't respected anymore, and I'm more inclined to believe Harry would change that rather than become another dark wizard."

"That's what Poppy told me at the last meeting, so I'll try and accept it, but back to the point. The decision is that Petunia and Vernon Dursley shall perform house elf duties for two years at the ministry and St. Mungos," Molly then smiled a slightly evil smile. "That means cleaning, without magic obviously, toilets and such."

Vernon actually broke through the spell at this outrage. "I will not," he screamed then cowered when he had three wands pointed at him. "But, my...my job. You want a roof over the fr...the boys head, I have to keep my job."

"That's been worked out with your employer," Arthur said smugly. "You see, there are some prominent wizards that have a monetary investment in Grunnings. In most of the muggle world, in fact."

Vernon nearly fainted, so it was a good thing he was already sitting down.

"You will have three afternoons off every week," Arthur continued with a satisfied smile, "at which time you will perform various duties for eight hours. You will also work both Saturday and Sunday for ten hours each day. Petunia will put in ten hours every day."

Petunia wanted so much to protest, but a glance at the photos, and remembering her sister's eye's staring at her from Harry's face, she knew she failed completely when Harry needed a family.

Vernon however didn't really know what to do. Prison would be better than working so much for the next two years, especially as a cleaning servant...for freaks. He couldn't see a way out of it. These freaks would force him if he refused. All he did was try and beat the freakishness out of the boy. He would not let them win, though. Fear ruled him last summer, but no more. He would take this, and put up with it, for a time. Meanwhile, he would consider divorce. Get away from this unnaturalness once and for all in two years. Even find a job not run by freaks. He should have known, really.

Two more years, and he would be done with them. All of them. Even his own freaky son. No magic ability to be seen, but he had got his own freaky letter Vernon had found out. Yep, two more years and that was it.

"Fine," Vernon spat, failing to hide his hope for the future which Petunia saw and instinctively knew what it meant. "I'll do your obscenity, then that's it, freaks."

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and Sirius too, were all a little suspicious of Vernon, but let it go as he was seemingly cooperating. The Weasleys informed them that a house elf would collect the two at appropriate times, and then return them home when they finished their shift. They were also informed that they would begin the next day.

After several minutes of uncomfortable silence, and a constant glare from Vernon toward Sirius, Sirius reluctantly released the sticking spell.

"I'm going to the pub," Vernon said in a huff as he walked out, followed by the Weasleys and Sirius.

Sirius watched as Vernon pushed a confused Dudley, who had just came down the stairs, out of the way. The eldest Dursley just harrumphed at the little blue Ford Anglia Molly got into before getting into his own car and driving off. Arthur sighed and Sirius looked at him.

"How is he doing?" Arthur asked quietly. "Molly wanted to mother him, but I managed to convince her to let me talk to you instead."

The two men glanced at the expectant face of the Weasley matriarch as she watched from the car.

"He's doing better, but it was a rough start," Sirius said sadly. "I'm hoping he'll be ready to see Ron, Hermione, and Neville soon."

"It's okay," Arthur said. "Ron understands completely, even though he really wants to see Harry."

"I think Harry will be back to himself pretty soon. They almost broke him, but he still survived."

"I'm sure he'll be alright, Sirius. We gotta go now, owl me those telephone numbers to here and then we can get the boys together as soon as Harry is up to it."

"Okay, Arthur. I'll see you," Sirius smiled and waved as the Weasleys drove away.

He felt a tremor run through him as he turned to go back inside. He quietly slipped a potion from his pocket and took a sip. St. Mungo's had done wonders with him regarding his stay in Azkaban, but he still needed this potion every now and then. He hoped he would be free of it soon as he sighed and turned to head in.

Dudley stood at the door and watched as his father drove off. He had overheard what his father had said, and like his mother, knew what it meant. He wasn't exactly sure how he felt about anything, only that he didn't like it. He raided the refrigerator and went back to his room to sulk, or think.

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Harry yawned and opened his eyes. He sat up and stretched, feeling remarkably refreshed. He smiled, somehow knowing that Pip or Dobby had got him ready for bed, as he had gone to sleep in his clothes.

He glanced around, taking in the new room quickly. About five times bigger than before, with a bathroom off to one side, and done tastefully in an odd mixture of all Hogwarts house colors that actually looked good.

In front of an open window sat two large owl cages. In one sat Kleo, Harry's black and white owl, and in the other sat an eagle owl, apparently Draco's. Under the table the cages sat on, was a fish tank set up for Archimedes, Harry's pet grass snake.

There was a bed in the corner for Sirius, and he sat in a top bunk next to another window. The bottom bunk was at a right angle to the top, next to an extra easy looking ladder. Draco lay in the bunk asleep, wearing a Slytherin smirk on his face.

Harry shook his head in wonder about his blond dormmate, then he smiled as Sirius came in to check on him. "Hey, dad. Whad'ya think of the room? I like it."

Sirius looked around and nodded. "Pretty nice," he said and went over to look at Harry's owl, who quickly took flight out the window. Sirius shrugged and turned to Harry. "How about you? How are you feeling?"

"Better, though my foot still feels weird," Harry said thoughtfully. "Sorry I was so out of it earlier. What happened really sucks."

"It'll get better," Sirius said and lay down on his own bed. "Pretty comfortable."

"Yeah," Harry replied and carefully climbed down from his bunk. He stared at the minute scars on his arm and leg and ran a finger along them. "I...I thought I was gonna be maimed for life. I...I remember wanting to die." Harry looked up at Sirius.

Sirius motioned for Harry to come sit next to him. With a reassuring hug, Sirius said, "I'm glad you didn't. I like having you around."

Harry smiled and hugged back, reveling in having a real parent who cared. "I like having you around, too," he said quietly and stood up. "Okay, we need to get Draco a bike so we can go riding like normal kids."

"I'm not getting on any muggle contraption," Draco said from his bed.

"What's the matter, Malfoy?" Harry smirked. "Afraid to show that you can't ride something as simple as a bicycle?"

"Fine, but it better be fun," Draco replied with his own smirk.

Harry got dressed then in jean shorts and a tee shirt, being careful that his sock covered the prosthetic foot. He strapped on his wand holster and wand, afraid of going without it ever again. Pip made it invisible to everyone but the wearer, the wand only visible when drawn. Draco insisted on one of his own, so they had to wait a bit for Pip to do his work.

Harry lent Draco some muggle clothes until they could get him some of his own. Then the three headed out on Sirius' motorbike, stopping first for a side car to make the ride more comfortable. After helping Draco to choose some regular muggle style clothes, which he actually found he liked better than robes and the fancy clothes he was made to wear before, they went and got him a black bike similar to Harry's emerald green one.

With reassurances that he was okay, Harry had Pip bring him his bike and he and Draco rode off while Sirius went back home. Draco took to riding the muggle contraption easily with a pure blood smirk, and they went off to explore areas that Harry hadn't been able to before.

They went to the martial arts dojo that Harry had visited the previous summer to sign up, and after what Harry did to Nott, Draco was interested in signing up as well. After removing his cane from where he had it strapped to his bike, Harry limped into the dojo with Draco.

"Ah, young one, you look much healthier, but what has happened to your leg?" said the master that Harry had met before.

Harry blushed and asked if they could talk somewhere privately. Once they were in a private room, Harry started.

"I was hurt by some...members of a gang called the deatheaters," Harry said thoughtfully and the master nodded. "The exercises and books you recommended helped a lot though, and now my... er, my cousin Draco and I would like to sign up. I hope you can help me get my balance back with my...hurt foot."

"I think we can help, Mr. Potter. May I see your foot?" the master asked kindly.

Harry paused nervously and glanced at Draco, who just shrugged. Then Harry realised that he didn't remember telling the man his name the previous summer, and with a flick of his wrist, his wand was pointed at the master and Harry was on his feet, unsteady as he was.

"I never told you my name, sir," Harry stated plainly.

"Relax, young one," the man said calmly and disarmed Harry so quickly neither Draco nor Harry had even time to blink. "I will not hurt you," he said, though the two Slytherins were still too shocked to move.

After they regained their senses, they sat down and listened as the master explained that he knew of magic. All living things have magic inside them, even muggles, who simply have a different type. The martial arts can help muggles and squibs tap into that magic. It was an odd occurrence for a wizard to use martial arts, so the master had looked into Harry's story after his visit.

Harry went into a little more detail then about his injury, and how it had hurt him mentally. After showing the master his foot, Harry and Draco signed up for classes. Harry would be allowed to wear special socks to hide his foot from the other students.

Then they went into the practise area and Harry showed him how far he had come in the near year since then. Given Harry's limited practise time, the master was impressed at how well Harry had done. He would still be in the beginners class, though, which Draco was silently relieved to hear because he didn't want to be alone in this muggle world.

On the way home, Harry smiled thinking that yes, it was finally a home, they stopped for an ice cream. Harry breathed in the summer air with a bit of relief that he hadn't even felt after Hagrid rescued him last year. He was a regular kid, enjoying ice cream at an ice cream parlor.

The next day they rode to the park, and Draco started really learning how muggles lived. Harry challenged Draco to see who could swing the highest on the park swings, with no accidental magical cheating.

Harry, and even Draco, were actually having fun in the summer sun, enjoying the muggle pastime. They let themselves get distracted, and didn't see Dudley and his gang approach. Harry told Draco to dismount, some muggle kids would let go at the top of the swing, to see how far away they could land. Forgetting about his foot for a moment, Harry demonstrated.

Harry got really high in his arch, but when he landed his foot immediately gave way beneath him. He fell and rolled several feet, gasping for breath as the wind was knocked out of him.

Draco landed perfectly and ran to Harry as Dudley and his gang started laughing. Quickly helping him up, Draco turned around and snarled. "Couldn't lend your own cousin a hand, could you, you fat squib?"

Dudley frowned and his gang went quiet. He wasn't sure what the name meant, but he had a good guess for once. He glanced at one of his mates, Piers Polkiss, and nodded to Draco.

Draco suddenly found himself held by the slightly larger boy, and was a little shocked that he couldn't free himself from a common muggle. He found himself wishing for that martial arts training, as well as coming to the realisation of some of what Harry really went through growing up. Things he was ashamed to admit he would have done, even already had done, at school.

Harry looked up after he finally caught his breath, and realised that Dudley's gang had tripled in number since he saw them last year. It seemed that whatever the 'old' Dudley had in mind, he had drawn in his friend's other friends who were the bullying type. Relatives too, as Piers' older brother was among them, and several other people that could be siblings.

Harry wanted to panic and run at first, but a slight tingle in his scar reminded him of, not a memory exactly, almost, but more of a feeling. He would not run from Dudley and his gang this time. Nor ever again. He would not live in fear. He wiped the panic from his face and limped over to Dudley, staring him down.

"Hold him," Dudley said to another of his close mates.

Harry glared at the other boy in such a way that he immediately backed off. Turning back to his cousin, he said, "What's the matter? Afraid to have at me by yourself? You chicken?"

"I..." Dudley stammered, then grew bold and sneered. He had told his closest friends, even though they weren't sure they believed or not. "Not as long as you fight fair. No magic."

Harry looked around, and nobody seemed to show any surprise on their face about the 'm' word. "Fair? As in how it took you and your friends to pick on me and any other kid at school?" Then Harry turned a little sad as he continued. "What happened to last summer anyway? Not that I really expected you to remain friendly."

"Seeing as my best mates know already, I'll tell you," Dudley said, stepping closer and looking down at Harry, who was still a few inches shorter. "Dad is divorcing Mum. All because of you and your freakishness."

Although Harry was a bit shocked to hear this, all he did was smirk when Dudley stepped on his foot, grinding it into the dirt.

"Don't that hurt your sore foot, Potter?" Dudley said and pushed harder, twisting his foot around forcefully.

"Not really," Harry said and pushed Dudley back and kicked him in the shin with his special foot.

Dudley fell on the ground clutching his shin, trying and failing to hold back tears. "Only girls kick, Harry," he whimpered.

"Only arsehole bullies use an army to pick on one kid that never did anything to them," Harry remarked and turned to Polkiss. "Let him go, right now," Harry gritted out and thats when he noticed a small crowd had gathered, separating Dudley's gang on one side.

A crowd that contained Tina and her four friends, John, Paula, Georgianna, and Dingo. The four other people there Harry realised with a shock were her friends from school. From Hogwarts.

"Relax kid," Tina smiled at the shocked look on Harry's face. "Muggleborns visiting me, so we've got no problems with what you might accidentally do or what Dud's muggle friends might see."

Harry looked around and saw the division of groups. He with his and Dudley with his. He looked at Dudley. "Let's have this out now, Dudleykins," Harry joked. "One on one, okay? Fair, just liked you asked."

Dudley got a little nervous then, even more so when three more people showed up to join Harry, evening things out completely.

"What's going on, mate?" a red headed boy asked, making Harry jump and then blush as he went up to his three friends.

"What are you guys doing here?" Harry asked, glad to see his friends.

"Just thought we'd drop by," Hermione said, "I only live a couple of towns over, so my parents brought us to visit. Sirius said you guys were here. How are you feeling?"

"Better. Really now that you guys are here," Harry blushed. "Sorry I didn't want you to visit before, I...I..."

"Don't worry," Neville piped up, "we understand, okay? They wouldn't tell us what exactly happened, but we borrowed your cloak and found out. They had pictures, and..." Neville broke off and looked down.

"Harry," Hermione went on, a little pale at the memory of the photos, "are you really okay?"

"Yeah," Harry said, "I'm glad you guys are here. I was just about to teach my cousin a lesson for being such a bully all of my life."

"Zap 'im, mate!" Dingo offered and the four marauders grinned.

"I thought he had stopped," Ron said with a wary glance at Harry's hefty cousin.

"He, er, he believes my aunt and uncle are getting divorced, and he blames me," Harry said shyly, unsure if it was true or not.

"What an idiot," Hermione said matter of factly.

"Yeah," Harry grinned and turned to face his cousin once more.

Ron, Hermione, and Neville joined the others behind Harry, knowing he had to face this demon of his past alone. They would just make sure Dudley's gang didn't interfere.

Harry looked around at the evenly matched sides. He smiled at his friends, grateful for their support. He knew he had to do this on his own, and they would let him. He just wished he was more stable on his foot.

"Whenever you're ready, Dud," Harry said more calmly than he felt as he faced his large cousin once more.

Dudley was unsure of himself now. Before it had been so easy, playing 'Harry Hunting' and just doing it. Now, two sides of himself were at odds with each other. He honestly had fun last summer before the Aunt Marge trip. That though, was a whole other story, Dudley remembered and started getting angry.

His father and Aunt spent the entire first day together, then things were so much different after that. He was losing his dad, now. His family. It was all falling apart. All because of Harry. Dudley took in a sharp breath through gritted teeth, and lunged at Harry, fists swinging.

Harry easily ducked and limped out of the way. "What'sa matter Dud? Can't do anything without one of your goons holding me down?" he taunted.

Unlike a typical schoolyard fight, the crowd in this case remained deathly quiet during this hallowed fight. Most, if not all of them knew the history between these two cousins.

Harry easily blocked another punch attempt by Dudley with his left arm. With his right, he punched Dudley right in the eye. Both of them stumbled back, stunned and in shock. Harry grabbed his wrist in pain as Dudley clutched his blackening eye. He had never hit anyone before, he realised. He was too unsure of himself and left his wrist too limber. He still couldn't believe he did it, and his disbelief cost him more than an injured wrist, as Dudley came in with another punch to Harry's eye.

Dudley's punch had much more force behind it than Harry's had, as he was used to fighting. Harry stumbled and fell, bringing his wand into his hand as he landed. The pain in his wrist throbbed, causing him to drop his wand, which landed at Dudley's feet.

The two just stared at each other, then the wand. Dudley then quickly snatched it up and pointed it at Harry. A collective gasp could be heard from the witches and wizards in the group, including Nat's four muggle friends. Dudley's group, however, just looked at him like he was out of his mind, especially since the once picked on Harry was no longer afraid and seemed to be able to hold his own.

Harry stared at him, and for a moment, a brief flash of...memory, he saw pale skin and red eyes bearing down on him. The angry eyes of Voldemort. He froze in fear, and then remembered something else. Determination. It beat the fear. He struggled with the memory, trying to get a grasp on it, but could not. He would have to try and sort it out later, realising Dudley was still standing there like an idiot.

Dudley looked down at his cousin, feeling stupider by the minute. He didn't know any magic words or anything. If it wasn't for the slight tingling he felt in his hand as he held the wand, he would have thought it was all a joke.

Finally he spoke the only word he thought might be magical. "A...abracadabra," he said with a half hearted yell.

Harry's three friends flinched, knowing how close that word sounded to the killing curse. Harry however, knew that Dudley was just grasping at straws. He carefully got to his feet and held out his hand.

"You know you can't do any real spells, Dud. Hand it over." Harry said forcefully.

Dudley looked at his four closest friends, who shrugged, even though they were starting to believe. Dudley turned back to Harry in anger and frustration. He wanted to hurt Harry, really hurt him. So he tried again, putting his hatred into it.

"Abracadabra!"

A singular, green spark erupted from the end of the wand and zoomed toward Harry. It lost momentum and sputtered out about halfway there. The wand had already bonded with Harry, and showed its anger by turning white hot and burning Dudley's hand, causing him to drop it with a loud yelp.

Harry quickly picked it up, and pointed it right back at Dudley. "You can't make a wand harm it's owner once they've bonded," Harry said confidently, though how he knew that, was a puzzle to him.

Dudley watched Harry in fear, ready to duck if necessary, when Harry got an odd look on his face. He sighed out when Harry flicked his wrist and the wand disappeared.

With speed born of exercise, Quidditch, and Harry Hunting, Harry gave Dudley the one, two combo punch to the gut and injured eye. The round boy went down fast, and Harry started kicking him with his diamond foot.

"This is for the damn Harry Hunting," Harry screamed and kicked Dudley with all of his might.

"This is for making sure nobody would be my friend," Harry said and kicked him again.

"This is for the fake crying and tantrums that got me in trouble with your bastard father," Harry sobbed and kicked him a third time.

"And this is for in general making my life a living hell!" Harry yelled and alternated between punching and kicking him.

Dudley was crying and screaming and trying to avoid being hit again and again. With a lucky grab, he pulled Harry down on top of him, where they began punching and kicking and rolling around in the dirt.

Ron, Hermione, and Neville were a bit shocked while Draco smirked with a little pride. Everyone else didn't seem to know if they should break it up or not. They all looked at each other waiting for someone else to do something, when it came to an abrupt halt.

Harry freed himself from his cousin and rolled away springing to his feet to lay in another good kick while Dudley was still on the ground. Dudley saw this and grabbed a rather large branch and swung as hard as he could at Harry's incoming leg. The resulting crack was heard by everyone, and while Harry bit back his scream, there was no doubt in anyone's mind that his leg was broken.

Harry grit his teeth as he stood there on his good leg, trying to get hold of his emotions. When Dudley finally managed to stand up, Harry glared at him menacingly, and brought out his wand, casting silently as he did so. A large sword appeared out of thin air, and hovered near Dudley's throat.

Everyone gasped while Dudley pissed himself and nearly passed out.

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AN2: Please read and review, thanks for your patience.