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It was a scorching hot day in Little Whinging, the windows of the small house where open, number four Privet Drive where Vernon, Petunia, Dudley Dursley resided, Harry did too, but the family didn't like bragging about it. The sun beat down onto Harry's pale skin, the thin grey top didn't do much for him, but it didn't help he was wearing jeans either. Harry's beaten converse scrapped along the dry grass as he slightly pushed himself on the play park swing. The newspaper blew in the slight breeze, the sounds of laughter pricked at Harry's ears. A shadow appeared near the round about, a few actually. Harry noticed the figure from a mile off, it was his cousin, Dudley Dursley, he was probably on his way home from whatever mischief he had been up to. Dudley had attempted to get his body into shape, by going on a solid diet for a year and taking up the new title of the Junior Heavyweight, Inter-School Boxing champion from the Southeast. It was a 'Noble Sport' according to Vernon, as he was overly impressed with his son for achieving something, that wasn't another cavity.
The new version of Dudley was even more horrifying than he already was, however Harry was not the littlest bit scared of Dudley, any more. But the neighbourhood kids we're frightened of him, even more scared than they were of the 'Potter Boy' as the village had named him, according to many Harry was a hardened hooligan and attended a school for the bad kids. Harry heard the rustling of the grass a heavy footsteps walking towards him. As much as Harry wanted to beat the group up for all the trouble and mayhem they had caused him, he thought it would not be best and he vowed not to use magic.
Dudley was on his own, humming tunelessly, "Hey Big D"! Harry mocked Dudley's pals, Dudley turned around thinking one of his friends had forgotten something, but was soon to be disappointed, "Oh, it's you" Dudley sighed unamused, "How long have they been calling you Big D, then"? Harry asked, a sense of sarcasm, "Shut it" Dudley scowled turning away, "Cool name" Harry chuckled seeing the annoyance in Dudley, "I said shut it"! Dudley spoke his voice booming. Dudley's hammy like hands curled into fists, "Don't the boys know what your mum calls you"? Harry questioned knowing Dudley would be embarrassed by whatever his cousin will have to say.
"Shut your face"! Dudley hissed, "You don't tell her to shut her face, what about Popkins or Dinky Diddydums, am I allowed to use them, then"? Harry asked, it took near enough every fibre in Dudley's body to stop him from swinging for Harry. "So who've you been beating up tonight, another ten year old? I know you did Mark Evans two nights ago-" Harry reminded, "He was asking for it" Dudley huffed, "Oh yeah"? chuckled Harry, "He cheeked me" Dudley added as if that would make it any better. "Yeah? Did he say you look like a pig that was taught to walk on it's hind legs, because that's not cheek, Dud, that's true" Harry remarked sarcastically, the muscle in Dudley's jaw twitched, it made Harry feel powerful that he'd got under Dudley's skin, after all these years.
"You think you're a big man carrying that thing don't you"? Dudley sneered, Harry knew what Dudley meant, but he wanted to get on Dudley's nerves more, provoking the bear. "What thing"? Harry asked shrugging his shoulders, "That-That thing you're hiding" Dudley stammered, a grin appeared on Harry's face, "Not as stupid as you look, are you Dud? But I suppose, if you were you wouldn't be able to walk and talk at the same time" Harry teased, the satisfaction ran through his body watching his long nemesis getting more and more angry.
