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Summary: Another secret has come to light in the Dursley household, but what exactly is the connection between Harry and this mysterious Eyeshield 21?

Warnings: Possible OC's and OOCness, het, possible Slash (undecided), AU, Language, possible character death. Chapter NOT Beta'd, if interested please say so in your review!

Note: This is an experimental fic between myself and Barrels of Monkeys, the two of us were exchanging ideas back and forth until we came up with this idea. Together we will use the same prompt and take it in different directions, so please make sure to go and see her version out as well! And remember, if Barrel of Monkeys and I receive a good responses we will continue!

Chapter 1: The truce

The summer was going exactly as Harry had been forced to accept, since the little fiasco with Dobby and the cake he had been remotely surprised that the Dursleys had once again picked up at Kings Cross to bringing him back to Private Drive for another year. Barely any words had been exchanged between them with the occasional glare here and there followed by a wretched sneer, at first he had thought Vernon would have throttled him alive for using 'his' abnormality in the house choosing to leaving him alone instead. Either his uncle had developed a severe case of paranoia after receiving the notification from the Ministry or something bad was going to happen. At least to him anyway.

The less than subtle glances between Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had not gone unnoticed. Simply ignored.

Dudley had become somewhat bold during the summer and his attitude seemed to have amplified, unfortunately the small whale hadn't gained an ounce of IQ much to Harry's amusement as his cousin had become easier to manipulate and dodge. Unfortunately, the ranks of idiots and fellow bullies had also gained a major increase as Dudley has decided to play their old favorite game of 'Harry Hunting' in order to celebrate his new so-called friends.

Harry had never been more grateful for his speed and agility as he had been at that moment, not that it was hard. Bullies also seemed to draw in the biggest and stupidest of the bunch like bees to honey. In a similar manner as the hierarchy of Slytherin house, rather lack thereof, and how they operated. Power and money was the main source of their leadership as many of the students in the house of serpents came from Pureblooded families that had fully supported the ideologies of Voldemort and his followers, which explained the amount of influence and control Malfoy held upon the other Slytherins in house though he knew for certain that it wasn't Draco that they were frighten of but rather his father, Lucius Malfoy. Even he found himself unable to deny the man's power, though the man was just as unintelligent just like, if not even more so than his son.

Having manipulated the man into freeing Dobby had been one of the easiest things he managed to pull, granted he also got the senior Malfoy to be pissed off but it had been worth it in the end. And, he gained a valuable ally in one go.

Making that day seem like the best end of the school year day Harry had in a long time. That enjoyment had come to end after being back at the Dursleys after only a few days, once again forced to do the chores of the house as the rest of them were plumped in front of the TV. Dudley, anyway. Vernon had been going through the morning paper searching it madly, clearly looking for the business section to check the progress of Grunnings; since with the amount of construction reaching an all time high, the company had skyrocketed in profit reaping in customers like no tomorrow. With the overtime that had been thrust upon Vernon shoulders, the man had appeared to be happy.

In all honesty; it freaked him out. Happy and Vernon did not go in the same sentence as far as he was concerned.

His Aunt Petunia supported him full heartedly, mesmerized by the amount of money being brought into their home before she had begun listing the many wants and needs which were a mustin her eyes. Not that they even truly needed it.

Harry found it difficult to grasp and understand materialistic desires, hardly ever owning something of his own until he had started Hogwarts. Even then the sentimental attachments he had were only to the photo album of his parents, the invisibility cloak that belonged to his father and Hedwig, on a lower level his broomstick. The items held a very deep and special place within his heart being the first presents he had received in a meaningful manner, of course Harry cared deeply for his owl. She was the reason he was still sane and remained alive at Private Drive, Harry wished she could have provided her with a better home so she could hunt for her food whenever and spread her wings.

Unfortunately, that wouldn't be possible until reaching the age of majority: seventeen. He was stuck with the Dursleys for another few years that was something Harry had come to accept. After surviving for almost his entire life another four year wasn't going to kill him.

Besides, it wasn't as if he hadn't tried to tell people about his relatives. The attempts during his childhood were fruitless with the adults in question disbelieved his claim, forgot or simply vanished never to be heard from again. At that point Harry had learned to keep his mouth shut and endure, relying solemnly on himself. Just like always. Despite Ron and the twins knowing the living conditions nothing would happen as a large sense of doubt had stayed firmly in his heart, not like anything had happened and if he knew Ron well, which he did; there would be no way in hell he'd still be with the Dursleys.

That hadn't stopped him for wanting...wishing to have someone, anyone that was family, other than the Dursleys, to be out there.

"Aha!" Vernon declared loudly, nodding pleased and grinned wildly with his mustache ruffling underneath. "Pet, my dear, come over here for a moment!" Waiting for his wife to beckon his call and held one section of the newspaper in his hand while the rest was placed onto the table. "It looks like our summer vacation this year will definitely please you!"

Petunia hurried over quickly now at the mention of the vacation, greedily leaning over his shoulder and skimmed the article furiously. "Oh my!" Her eyes widened with delight, and smiled at Vernon as she rewarded him with a mighty kiss on the cheek. "You remembered!"

"Well of course," Vernon remarked smugly, attempting to look romantic. "How could I forget? It was our favorite place after all!"

Harry resisted the urge to vomit on the spot witness how gushy his Aunt and Uncle were being. He had nothing against showing affection in public but seeing Vernon and Petunia go at it was enough to make any sane person ill, deciding to turn away for the sake of his stomach and returned to cleaning the table. His motivation to finish the job had been doubled with the scene practically being played out in front of him, the faster he went the faster he could get away and pretend that it never happened.

Ignoring Dudley, whom reached over to grab the newspaper to find the comics and glance through the sports section as he had developed an interest in boxing during the time Harry had been away. He sincerely doubted that his cousin held a sincere interest in the sport as the primary function of it was using their fists, something that Dudley thoroughly loved. The blonde boy flipped through the pages, searching intensely for the section before coming to a halt and staring before squinting his eyes.

Not bothering to question Dudley's antics he continued on cleaning. But when Dudley's eyes began to flicker from the page to him and back, he had began to wonder if Dudley had finally lost it or was going blind and needed glasses. A small snort escaped unintentionally, quickly masked it when his Aunt and Uncle threw him a glare. Yet, the glances had not stopped but seemed to slow down.

"Oi," Dudley announced, his pig face screwed up focused on Harry. "This bloke in the paper looks an awful lot like you, Potter!" Throwing the page towards his direction and glared disgustedly at Harry. "Do you know him or something?" He sneered. "Well?"

Giving Dudley a weird look his eyes shifted towards the section carefully looking at the heading of the paper, briefly mentioning the American university called Notre Dame and their Football team. They gloriously detailed their accomplishment of their key member, Eyeshield 21 and how far the teen had come. Raising an eyebrow at his cousin, his eyes looked at the photo located near the side noting a bunch of young teens with arms draped over each other's shoulders smiling like no tomorrow was deeply focused on. He had begun to look at each teen taking careful observation of their features and moved to one in particular, a young teen whose face was covered by an eyeshield, thankfully Harry was able to get a good look at the boy.

His eyes and facial structure reminded him of his father.

Dudley had gotten impatient beginning to tap his foot loudly. "Well Potter? Do you know this Eyeshield 21 one or not?"

"I..." He choked out the words finding himself unable to look away, a sense of familiarity started to surface from his memory. "Think so?" It sounded like a question instead of a statement. "Does the article listen what his name says?"

Before Dudley and Harry were able to do anything at all the paper was roughly grabbed out of their hands by a flushed looking Vernon, whom smiled crookedly as his hands bent the paper. "W-well boys, I-I think it's time to for a break, don't you think so Pet?" Glancing over to Petunia rapidly, sweat rolling down his forehead.

The woman swallowed thinly. "Why... yes," She agreed. "Yes. Of course that is a wonderful idea, c'mon now. Dudley...Harry," Spiting out his name venomously. Pushing the boys aggressively into the kitchen sending Vernon looks as she did so. "We'll join you in just one moment," and slammed the door.

"It's like one big mystery after another with you, isn't it?" Dudley stated dryly.

Harry shot him a look. "Please stop making this my fault. I have no idea what's going on but obviously you're parents are hiding something from me-from us AGAIN!" Rolling his eyes at the blonde, Harry went over to the door and carefully opened the door. "You stay quiet!"

"I want to hear too you know!"

He didn't comment on that.

"What are we going to do Vernon!" Came Petunia's hysterical voice pacing back and forth in the room, arms folded upon her chest, as she threw him a nervous look. "After everything we've done and vowed, ever since the boy had discovered the truth, it has all come flying right back into our faces!" Coming to a halt in front of Vernon, she grabbed him. "Why now of all times! M...maybe we shouldn't have gotten rid of the other-"

Vernon placed his hands on her shoulders. "Don't finish that sentence my love! We did what we believed was right. And it has, hasn't it?" Pulling her into a hug as he gently rubbed her back. "Don't worry Petunia, nothing is going to happen. I promise," Parting from the hug and stared at her. "What we do now is act like nothing happened. No one has to know about this, alright?" He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "Just follow my lead."

Petunia sniffed, smiling awkwardly. "Always"

That was enough for both the teens closing the door quietly waiting in silence for the two to enter the kitchen. Another secret that Vernon and Petunia had been keeping from Harry, involving him, was some how related to that boy in the photo and knowing them they'd probably destroyed it.

"Damn it," Harry cursed slamming one fist into his hand. "Why are they doing this and what are they keeping from me?"

Dudley snorted. "Because you're a freak that's why!"

"Thanks for sentiment," He rebutted icily.

The blonde rolled his eyes. "Oh don't go and get your knickers in a knot, I have a plan to help you discover that little secret that my folks are hiding from you."

"Why?" Harry asked cautiously staring at the whale-like boy.

"Because," Dudley began arrogantly. "I know something that you don't that we could use to our advantage, and I'd be able to one up my parents for once. I don't like that they're keeping secrets from me as well Potter," answering calmly before he sneered. "And don't think I'm getting cosy with you."

Harry glared. "Won't dream of it, so what do you know that I don't?"

"Aunt Marge is coming over," The blonde retorted maliciously, smirked at Harry's fallen expression. "Look at it this way Potter, it will be your one and only chance to find out the truth."

"What do you mean?"

Dudley shook his head amused. "Don't you remember, it's the one and only time Mum allows herself to go a wee bit over the usual." He watched in satisfaction as Harry came to an understanding. "So do we have a truce?" He held out his hand towards him.

Harry stared at it for several moments, briefly shutting his eyes and took Dudley's hand.

"You got yourself a truce."

Chapter One-End.