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The Gryffindors looked away in disgust. The Hufflepuffs were awestruck at their hero striking again.

Leanne shrieked in her falsely high- pitched tone, "Professor! Dudley fainted!"

Hagrid lumbered over and frowned down upon Dudley. "Well… I suppose I'll have ter bring him ter Madam Pomfrey, since none of you can carry him… while I am gone, everyone feed a skrewt somethin in the crates over there… I'm trying to figure out what they eat… and try not ter get hurt."

With that, Hagrid hefted Dudley over his shoulders, and carried him up the winding path up to the castle.

When he was a safe distance away, the Gryffindors and the Hufflepuffs, with distaste and horror shown clearly on their faces, very unwillingly turned to the task at hand.

"I really do not understand why we have to do this," Leanne complained loudly, her hands full of frog liver, and her nose wrinkled as if there was an awful stench under her nostrils. "These things are dangerous and ugly! My mother would never permit this if she knew what we were doing!"

Leanne frequently threatened to report things to her mother, who worked at the Ministry of Magic, in the Wizarding Education Department.

"Just because they are ugly doesn't mean they aren't useful! Dragon blood is incredibly magical, but I wouldn't say they are very pretty!" snapped Hermione, who didn't have much patience for the flighty, gullible Hufflepuff.

Harry and Ron grinned at each other. Harry knew what Ron was thinking: to Hagrid, every dragon is beautiful.


The day continued to pass at a snail's pace. Harry sat through an entire lesson on divination, with whispers of Dudley's superior acting skills echoing throughout his mind until dinner, when many "Dudley fans" were mildly disappointed from the fact that Dudley couldn't make it to the Great Hall because he had not yet fully recovered from his dizziness and nausea. Hermione finally decided to eat again, due to the fact that she could not continue to protest house elf rights if she was starving. The whole situation seemed not so dire at the moment, because at least Harry had not yet been revealed as Dudley Dursley's cousin. That is, until the next moment, when everything changed, and Harry's world came crashing down around him.

A small group of Slytherins huddled together and seemed to be discussing something. Harry curiously looked over, heard sounds of muffled laughter, and then suddenly, Draco Malfoy stood up. He yelled across the room from the Slytherin table to the Gryffindor table.

"Potter, we were all wondering, have you taken a fancy to the mudblood? We all saw your face turn red anytime you looked at him."

At that, all of the Slytherins hooted with laughter at the anger and embarrassment prominent on Harry's face. Professor McGonagall glared at Malfoy, as a warning, which he calmly ignored.

Harry flushed red in anger. All of the Gryffindors snarled at Malfoy angrily.

Harry slowly stood up, his jaw clenched. Hermione grabbed Harry's arm and whispered, "Harry! You are going to do something you are going to regret!" but Harry shook her arm off of his, and stood tall, shaking slightly. He couldn't think properly.

He drew his wand out of his robes and pointed it at Malfoy.

"You aren't going to curse me in front of all of these students and teachers, Potter?" sneered Malfoy, also standing up now.

He turned his attentions to another Gryffindor.

"The Mudblood is so stupid, I wonder if he is related to you, Longbottom?"

Neville turned bright red at these words. "Shut… up… M-Malfoy," he stuttered.

Professor McGonagall stood up and started towards the Slytherin table. Professor Moody followed closely behind her.

"I know you both of you are so stupid, you could probably pass as twins! You even look similar!" Malfoy continued, smirking. "Anyways, Potter, you haven't answered my question."

Harry had enough. "You shut up! I know how stupid my cousin is without you telling me! I am stuck with him every summer!" he shouted angrily.

A brief moment of silence echoed throughout the Great Hall before Harry suddenly realized, with horror what he had said. He also realized he was still grasping his wand in his hand. Hew quickly stuffed it into his robes, and looked down in shame as whispers echoed throughout.

"His cousin?"

"How- "

"I can't believe it!"

By then Professor McGonagall had arrived on the scene and took control.

"Potter, Malfoy, detention tomorrow at 5:00. Meet me in my office. Both of you, go back to your dormitories at once." With that, she spun around and walked back to her table.

Harry gave one last fleeting look at Ron and Hermione, and was turning to leave, when he suddenly felt a hot flash right under his ear, making his hair stand on end for a brief second. Harry whipped around and plunged his hand into his robes for his wand… but he didn't need to.

"Oh no you didn't, laddie!"

Another flash of light, and Malfoy was gone. Or… was he?

Harry looked down and saw a large, white ferret scuttle across the floor, right into the hands of Goyle, who immediately dropped him when he saw the glare of Professor Moody's mismatched eyes.

Professor McGonagall was stunned. "Y-you… did not just… we NEVER use transfiguration as a punishment! I thought Professor Dumbledore already told you that!"

Professor Moody scratched his head. "It must have slipped my mind."

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the entrance to the Great Hall. All eyes turned to the large figure that was trudging through the wide doorway. Dudley Dursley was back.

He walked across the room, his destination the Hufflepuff table, but completely oblivious to the silence and the eyes of every Hogwarts student following his every move.

Dudley tripped on the edge of a rug. As he fell, there were several snorts of laughter, but it was half- hearted. The wizarding world was getting used to his clumsiness and muggle- like tenancies.

When he stood up, he had the oddest expression on his face. This expression held for a fraction of a second. Then he screamed.

"Get off me! Get off me!"

He started waving his arms like a pinwheel, and shook his hand violently at the same time. Harry could see something white attached to his finger. A ferret.

Harry started to laugh, but then he realized that he was still in trouble. Everyone now knew that Dudley Dursley, the muggle born, humongous, clumsy, stupid wizard was his very own cousin, joined by blood. While everyone laughed at Dudley, and the teachers attempted to sort out the scuffle, Harry made his escape. Grabbing his invisibility cloak out of his bag, where he always kept it, and throwing it on, and before anyone could realize what was happening, he sprinted out of the Great Hall, down several corridors, and up a few staircases. Hoarsely saying the password, and ignoring the Fat Lady's protests of, "Show yourself!" , Harry made the final run through the common room, up the stairs, and into his dormitory. Slamming the door shut, Harry looked around to make sure nobody was there. When he was sure, Harry ran to his bed, and tore his invisibility cloak off.

Harry pounded his fist in anger onto his pillow, imagining it was everybody he hated: Malfoy, Dudley, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. Even Dumbledore now, because it must have been he that told Professor McGonagall to send the letter to Dudley. "Why," Harry asked himself, "Why would he do this to me?"

Harry felt betrayed. Most of all, he felt embarrassed. Embarrassed for himself, the Boy Who Lived, the only survivor of the killing curse, who was now shown to be the only pure blood wizard related to a muggle with an enormous trouser size, even compared to Hagrid's and the greatest lack of intelligence Hogwarts has ever seen.

After Harry had calmed down a little, and changed into his pyjamas, he climbed into bed, even though it was early, due to his desire not to converse with any of his fellow classmates. As he drifted off to sleep, he thought groggily, "Maybe I am making this situation worse then it actually is. Maybe tomorrow, everyone will have forgotten, and everything will be alright."

A/N: Does anyone know Dudley's birthday? Just PM me or leave a comment :D That would be helpful.