A Dudley Story

Chapter 1

Leaving the Nest

Dudley Dursley sat on a bench outside Grunnings Drills. His father worked there, and so did he...sadly. Dudley had pink skin, a rather upturned nose, blue eyes, and blonde hair. When he was younger, his cousin often called him and pig in a wig. But long gone where the rolls of fat, the curl to his hair, and the greedy moist eyes. Now stood a man, mostly of muscle, his hair cut short, and his eyes full of boredom and a lost since. You see Dudley, the former bully, was in deep thought. He was nineteen and working for a company he didn't even care about, and he was still living at home. To Dudley, living with his parents still, though normal, was excruciating. He loved his parents, but he didn't see eye to eye with them. He ate healthy, they didn't. He liked sports, they did not. He looked for magic, they tried to avoid it. He knew he had a wizard cousin, they wished Harry had never been born. He missed his cousin and magic, they had thrown a party.

“Dudley, hurry up. Don't be late.” came his fathers voice cheerfully, “Dreaming about a girl I hope.”

“Uh, what... Oh. Sorry dad. Nothing.” Dudley stood and stretched.

“Well then, get back to work.” said Vernon, with a smile.

“Oh, I got off a half hour ago, I was just thinking.” said Dudley, he turned turned to face the parking lot, “I'm going to go look at a house today.”

“Oh well, get a good one son.” said Vernon and he entered the building.

As Dudley drove off in his small car, he began to think as he hit traffic. He realized just then how much he wanted to find magic. He had mistaken many things lately for magic, a person wearing a cloak. The said person was going to a costume party last Halloween. A young girl playing with a stick, had turned out to be just that. He saw something create a beam of light in a car near him, he found it to be a laser pointer. He tapped his steering wheel in annoyance and saw something in the sky off to the distance, he thought he'd seen an owl in the daylight, but it turned out to be a rather large bird.

He drove down a rather crappy looking street, he almost turned around, but then he saw the house. It was a rather nice house, a yard, two stories, and a wire fence. It wasn't bad, but his parents wouldn't approve... this interested him. He parked his car outside the place and got out of his car. He looked down the street. The mailbox brackets held two each, but he realized that the one for house number 13, had only one. Then he realized, there was no 12 mailbox, or house.

“Hello, you must be Mr. Dursley.” said a man standing outside number 13, “I'm Mr. Peaman.”

“Yeah, nice to meet you.” said Dudley, looking at the street.

There was only one other car on the street, a nice blue jag was parked behind his car. He shrugged and entered the apartment. It was nice, clean, water worked, heat worked, and it came fully furnished. There was nothing wrong with it, he couldn't figure out why it was so cheap.

“Nice house.” said Dudley, honestly, “What's wrong with it?”

“Nothing.” said Mr. Peaman.

“Seriously now.” said Dudley, “I'm already sold, just what's wrong with it.”

“Nothing, people just tend to move out... they say weird things happen. I don't know what, they always seem to just not want to talk about it.” said the man with a smile.

“Yeah, well I'll take it. Nothing's too weird for me.” said Dudley, thinking back on the pig tail, the candies, and the evil dark lord who took over his cousins world.

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Dudley pulled into his parents driveway in a happy mood that evening. Anxious to tell them of his new house. It was then that he looked up in the air, and he knew he saw something fly through some clouds. There where two figures flying up over the houses below where he stood. As soon as they where there, they had gone. There had been two people riding brooms. He felt an even bigger smile. He coudln't fully say he didn't fear magic, but for some reason, it seemed reassuring. This most likely came from being watched over by a wizard and a witch for a whole year during the war that was going on. It could also be his cousin's books that he kept hidden under his bed.

“Dudykins your home, so how was you day,” came his mothers voice as he entered the house.

“Well, I have a house.” said Dudley, quickly.

“W-what...” His mother's face fell.

“I got a house, its in London.” said Dudley, he might as well tell his mother now then waiting.

“Vernon!” yelled his mother to his father in the kitchen.

“Yes, Petunia.” said Vernon coming in quickly.

“Our-ours sons... leaving. Our DidyDums in moving. Did you know about this?” asked Petunia with a mix of worry and anger.

“Yes, he told me this morning... So-so you got the house.” stated Vernon.

“Yeah. I'm moving in next week, I already put the notice in at work.” said Dudley.

TO BE CONTINUED