Dudley Dursly and the Philosopher's Stone

Dumbeldore's plot

We made it to the gates with barely any problems. It was eleven by the time we reached the glade. But that's where the problems began.

It was 11:30. Our disillusionment charms, sheild spells and Muffiliato were up. Everything was still.

Until we heard the footsteps.

They were light, unsure footsteps coming from the opposite side of the glade. I could tell that they weren't Harry's; Harry's footsteps are more heavy and determined. Something else in my head told me that it wasn't Professor Dumbeldore's footsteps either; his give an air of authority.

I stood up and sniffed the air. It smelt like tangy cologne and cinnamon. I walked forward, unsure of what I'd find, and who was standing there but Dean Thomas.

I turned around to alert the others, but I could no longer sense their presence. They were gone.

"Finite Incantatum!" Dean yelled. Suddenly, I became visible.

Which meant my friends were too.

I heard a shuffle and muffled cries as I turned around, nearly getting whiplash, and saw something I would remember for the rest of my days.

Mortimer Delavone, Xeartina Zang, Dean Thomas, Séamus Finnegan and the Weasley twins had all my friends gagged and tied up. Five wands were pointed in my face. Dean Thomas approached me threateningly.
"Dursley! How are you and your friends associated with the Dark Spears?" Dean asked as his voice quivered slightly in fear.

"We are not associated with the Dark Spears. We heard of a meeting between Professor Dumbeldore and my cousin Harry Potter regarding the Dark Spears and we came here to investigate." I said calmly.

"How do we know you're not lying?" Xeartina was shaking slightly in fear, and probably cold.

I plucked a small vial from my pocket containing Verutasirum.
"This is Verutasirum," I said as I chugged the vial's contents, and then repeated exactly what I had just said.

This seemed to be proof for everyone, as they lowered their wands and released my friends.

Hermione came up to me and whispered, "If this is what adventures with you is like, I might skip the next one." I chuckled until Hannah gave us a pointed look, making the both of us blush crimson.

"I guess we had the same idea. We heard that Dumbeldore was meeting someone here. Didn't know it was Potter though. How'd you find that out?" Fred Weasley stared at us, as if he wasn't completely sure that we should be trusted.

Graham handed Fred the note, explaining in detail the whole story. The Griffindors were actually a very good audience, and they cringed and, well, raged in the appropriate places.

This took us to 11:55.

"Guys! It's almost time!" Hannah whisper-yelled.

"Alright! Up in trees people! Lyla, Mortimer, Seamus, you take notes, Fred, George, you set up the disillusionment charms, Muffiliato and widen the tree branches so we can sit comfortably. Everyone else, make sure that you can hear exactly what they say! It's showtime!" Dean, the unofficial leader, yelled a bit to loudly considering it was 11:57 and these two dangerous individuals would show up in three minutes.

Everyone was settled. All was still.

As midnight struck, we heard two loud cracks- the cracks of someone aparating . There was a final panic, but finally, everything was calm. Harry, Dumbeldore and another girl walked into the center of the glade.

"Mr Potter. Miss Vonezi. How delightful to see you both." Dumbeldore said with a soulless tone.

"Likewise, Professor Dumbeldore." Harry responded, keeping a straight face through the fear I sensed from him.

"I trust you know what we're hear to talk about?" Dumbeldore asked with a piercing glare at the two eleven year olds.

" Yes, Professor Dumbeldore. You want to know our progress on acquiring the Philosopher's Stone from Gringots Bank, Cell 5V sir." The girl answered.

"Very good Madeline. What is your plan?" Dumbeldore said coldly. I could practically see the ice dripping off his tongue as he spoke to Harry and the Madeline girl. It was startlingly different from his usual cheery tone that he directed towards students.

"W-well sir, we've found out that the Philosopher's Stone is guarded by maximum security -security only Gringots goblins can penetrate. We already have a goblin there under the imperius curse, all we have to do is find out the password." Harry explained his plan in every detail possible, occasionally stuttering over his words out of fear.

"And how long will this plan take, Mr Potter?" Dumbeldore was already seething with rage; I could tell he did not think this plan was of adequate standards.

"T-two weeks, Professor Dumbeldore, sir." Harry stuttered, backing away slightly after seeing the expression on Dumbeldore's face.

"Crucio!" Dumbeldore yelled as Madeline and Harry's screams echoed around the Forbidden Forest, making me want to scale down the tree and throttle the idiotic dictator that calls himself Dumbeldore.

"I'm s-sorry, P-pr-professor Dumbeldore, s-s-sir." Harry managed to force out of his throat.

"That's not good enough!" Dumbeldores yells could have rumbled Hogwarts as they echoed throughout the large expanse of forest.

He slowly calmed, and as the two broken, bruised Dark Spears stood up, he beckoned them over.

" It is time."

Harry simply nodded while Madeline stood there in shock.

Dumbeldore pulled away Harry's shirt, leaving him bare chested. Harry turned around slowly, showing a scarred back. Dumbeldore mumbled a spell, and a large, grey spear tattoo appeared on Harry's back.

Once he had done the same for Madeline, he started whispering something to the two that no one in the trees could hear. Both nodded as Dumbeldore summoned two boys and a girl. My heart leapt in surprise when I saw them.

"Harry, Madeline, I would like you to meet the newest recruits to the Dark Spears; Draco Malfoy, Ronald Weasley and Fiona Gaunt."

I heard two heartbroken gasps; one from Hannah and one from George. Fred just sat there boiling over with rage...until he fainted, fell to the ground, and slowly became visible.

We were in a lot of trouble.