Disclaimer: Not mine, not for profit, no money, lots of debts
Dudley Dursley hesitated only a few seconds when the black robed freaks burst through the front door of number 4 Privet Drive. Conversation with his cousin Harry earlier in the summer had made it very clear that there were only three choices fight, run or die. Dudley chose; with two steps forward and a left to the gut of the pudgy freak followed by a huge right hand to the face. His mask split down the middle and blood gushed. As number one hit the floor, Dudley was moving two steps to the right, his big fist connecting and bouncing number two off the wall and into his fist again. He turned away before number two hit the floor just in time to see a snake guy send his Dad screaming to the floor with his stick thing. Dudley took a large step inside freaky snake guy's guard, shot a right to the chin and closed his left on the stick. When uglies head snapped back he let go his stick and Dudley took the extra three seconds needed to snap the stick in two.
Dudley had a glimpse of Harry on the other side of the room, lights flashing from his stick, dodging lights from the robed freak's sticks, dark robed bodies littering the floor and plaster falling from the walls and ceiling. Snake guy lifted his hand to point at Dudley, so Dudley stomped on it and then kicked snaky in the ribs and again in the head, each time he showed signs of moving, while looking around for another opponent. It seemed however that all the dark robes were down or gone.
There was a pop near by and another freak was standing there but before Dudley could deck him, Harry hollered that this was a friend. Snaky moved again so Dudley kicked in the head once more. He was sure the freak deserved it and it made him feel better.
This new freak looked to be several years older than God, with long white hair and beard, and wearing a neon dress. He motioned Harry over and Dudley noticed that there were even more freaks picking up the robed ones and disappearing into thin air with them. The old guy told Harry it was time to do the spell, so Dudley moved away toward where his father was arguing with his Mum and another women that he was perfectly fine and to quit pestering him.
Harry and the old guy waved their sticks a few times and snaky turned to ashes, which the old guy gathered into a jar. Harry tuned toward Dudley with a grin and said, "Hey Dudley, you're a going to be a hero in the Wizarding world they'll probably give you a medal." Beside him his father started to turn purple. Dudley wondered if he could get cash instead.