A Story? About the Freak?

Why The Boy?

It was the 17th of June, Dudley Dursley had just gotten home from Smeltings the day before so that morning out of habit he still woke a hour before his Parents.
It was quite a surprise for him to see a owl with a letter attached to its claw on the table.
He picked up the letter to read, as he read he became increasingly horrified, he ran up the stairs to his Parents room.
"Mum!" Dudley yelled.
"Dudders what's wrong?" Petunia Dursley asked in shock.
"Were we asked to go to some tasks Harry's preforming in?" Dudley breathed.
Petunia blinked in shock then took in the letter in her Sons hand.
She ripped it out of his hand as her Husband awoke.
"We were." She stated.
"But we didn't go did we?" Dudley asked.
She shook her head.
"We're not going to that freak school.." She screeched.
"I wanna explore Hogwarts for two days though!" Dudley whined, he'd always taken a interest in magic since Harry got his letter, every summer he'd snoop through Harry's stuff to see what's new.
Now for the third task they would get to stay at Hogwarts for two days before it.
He'd get to explore!
Petunia couldn't say no to Dudley so begrudgingly she asked Vernon what he thought, after a fight or two, the had decided to go.
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So five days later the Dursley's were packed and, waiting for Professor McGonagall.
Dudley was so excited.
It seems weird not only a week before he hated magic.
Now he welcomed it.
The fire roared and, out stepped a stiff looking lady, she wore emerald green robes.
She had a definite air to her.
"Hello, my name is Professor Minerva McGonagall, I am your travel partner, we will be flooing back." McGonagall said.
"What's Flooing?" Dudley asked.
"It is a powder, you grab a pinch and, throw it in the fire, say your destination and, it whisks you away, simple rules, speak clearly, keep your eyes shut, it helps the dizziness, expect a rough landing, non-expert Floo travelers don't have footing forms as of yet, so you roll out unlike me who walks out, understand?" McGonagall had a stern look on her face.
They nodded.
She grabbed a pinch of some powder stepped into the green flames.
"Professor, where's our destination?" Petunia asked.
McGonagall dropped the powder.
"Hogwarts, McGonagall's office!" She stated very clearly.
Petunia went next.
After her Vernon.
Dudley followed happily.
He rolled out.
"Dudder's are you ok?" Petunia asked.
"Fine Mum." Dudley grumbled at the name.
"Harry is waiting in the next room." McGonagall said.
They followed her to the next room.
Gazing in awe at the walls, the paintings were moving!
"This is ruddy ridiculous." Vernon was muttering as Petunia gazed round in wonder at the paintings.
"Mr. Potter, I expect you'll show your relatives around?" McGonagall said to the stunned Harry.
"Y-yeah, no problem." Harry stuttered looking surprised.
He motioned for the three to follow him.
"You still have classes as well Harry, I expect you on time, and, I trust you'll bring your family with you..." McGonagall called behind them.
Harry just nodded ahead of them.
As the four walked uncomfortably down corridors, the Dursley's were in awe of it all.
"Mr. Potter, must you be so insufferable to walk the wrong way to breakfast?" A drawling voice said from behind them.
Harry turned and, glared.
"No, I went to greet my relatives, they're here for the third task, apparently, Professor..." Harry tacked on the the Professor quick and, mockingly, Dudley gaped at his Cousin.
The Professor in fact also was glaring daggers at Harry.
"Ah, yes, petty celebrity Potter, how so like you Father you are..." The Professor drawled with hate coursing through his voice.
"Don't say a word against my Father." Harry defended eyes narrowed.
"He too loved to strut around the castle like a arrogant deer." The Professor smiled evilly.
"My Father didn't strut, neither do I!" Harry shouted indigenously.
"Ten points from Gryffindor for your cheek Potter." The Professor snapped, Petunia gasped.
"It's you, you took Lily from me!" She shrieked.
Harry blinked as the Professor swept away.
"You know Professor Snape?" Harry asked.
"He lived near us." Petunia put her nose up.
"Okay..." Harry said uncertainly.
He beckoned for them to keep following, they slowed by the doors to what the Dursley's believed the breakfast hall.
"Mate, where were you, me and, 'Mione have been looking everywhere!" A redhead ran to them, he cast them a look and, reeled back.
"Ron, you remember my relatives, they're here for the task on Sunday." Harry said simply.
The bushy haired girl gasped.
"They came?" She asked.
"Apparently." Harry said opening the doors.
The Dursley's all gasped even Vernon.
"Wow!" Dudley exclaimed.
"Welcome to the Great Hall!" Harry said smirking at they're awe.
"Lily did this explanation no good." Petunia muttered.
"Good luck Harry!" A mousy haired boy about thirteen yelled.
Many other exclaimed the same thing.
Harry sat at one of the four tables, his friends at his side.
The Dursley's followed.
A blonde kid came down heading to the exit.
"Potter, my Father and, I have a bet." He said.
"What about Malfoy?" Harry asked bitingly.
"How long you'll last in the task, you see, father says you won't last ten minutes, I said you won't last five." The boy Harry called Malfoy laughed.
"Shove off Malfoy!" The redhead yelled.
"Oh yeah, what're you gonna do about it Weasel?" Malfoy smirked.
The redhead slowly was turning red.
"Shut up Malfoy." Harry said.
"I'll see you in Potions, Potter." Malfoy said stalking away, Harry's eye twitched.
"Don't listen to Malfoy, you'll do fine mate." The redhead said slowly turning normal color.
"Thanks Ron." Harry smiled faintly at his friend, Ron smiled too though his was bigger.
"Well, it's true, you've faced Dragons and, Merpeople this year, you'll face whatever you face in the maze, and, you'll win." Ron said.
Dudley gaped.
Dragons?
Merpeople?
"Bloody hell..." Dudley breathed, Petunia was pale, even if she had hated magic as well as Harry she still cared.
"I just care about staying alive Ron, they're creatures I've never faced in there..." Harry looked at the table.
The Dursley's, - minis Vernon, - observed Harry.
Ron finally attempted to talk Quidditch.
What's Quidditch?
No idea.
"The Chudley Channons will win next year." Ron stated, Dudley looked up.
"I don't know..." Harry said slowly, as is unbelieving.
"Too bad the pitch is closed, it calms you nerves." The bushy haired girl they called Hermione sympathized.
"Yeah, too bad..." Harry frowned.
"Pitch?" Dudley asked.
"The Quidditch pitch." Ron said.
"The what?" Petunia asked.
"Quidditch." Ron shook his head annoyed.
"What is Quidditch?" Dudley asked.
"The best game on brooms ever!" Ron said banging his head on the table earning a chuckle from Harry.
"Brooms?" Dudley gasped.
"Yeah, Harry's got the best broom ever, the Firebolt." Ron said happily.
"We could fly around the lake?" Harry asked.
"Yes, your brilliant mate!" Ron obviously loved Quidditch.
Hermione shook her head smiling.
"After classes." Harry agreed.
Ron nodded, Dudley couldn't wait to see a broom fly, soon they got up for they're first class.
"What's first." Harry said.
"Mr. Bat." Ron said.
"Ugh." Harry groaned.
"Whose?" Hermione asked smiling.
"Snape." Both boys said scathingly.
Dudley watched Harry and, Ron glance at each other and, burst out laughing.
Hermione chuckled.
"Well we don't want to late for that class." She shook her head.
Vernon was about to comment when the Trio took off running.
The Dursley's followed confused.
"Damn, five minutes late." Harry said gasping for breath.
"What's so bad about five minutes?" Vernon asked.
Harry gave Vernon a look no one could describe.
He opened the door.
"Ah, look, Mr. Potter and, cronies have finally decided to grace us with they're presence." It was the Professor from before.
He was sneering.
"Sorry." Harry said sitting.
They followed his lead.
"Today we will brew the Draught of Peace, if Mr. Potter would please stop making that noise!" Snape snapped.
"Sorry, catching my breath." Harry glared, it scared Dudley, he'd never seen that look of loathing on his Cousin before.
"Moving on from Potters obvious attempt to reign the attention to him." Snape smirked.
Dudley gaped.
This teacher was horrible.
Halfway through class Neville's Potion blew up.
"Eep!" The girls screeched at the smell.
"Idiot boy, clean it up!" Snape snapped.
"Y-yes Sir." Neville hastened to obey.
"Potter he added to much wormwood, why didn't you tell him, wanted to make yourself look good?" Snape snarled.
"No, I didn't see." Harry said through gritted teeth.
After class they left before more points were taken.
Dudley looked at his Cousin.
Harry was seething.
"Mate, give it up, he'll never give you points or not criticize you." Ron said.
"I know, just-I can't believe anyone could be so evil." Harry ranted, Dudley frowned.
"Mate, he was a Death Eater." Ron rolled his eyes.
"He's next to Voldemort on my list." Harry stated.
Hermione and, Ron shuddered.
"Don't say that name!" Ron hissed.
"It's just a name, fear of the name creates fear of thing itself." Harry blew his fringe up revealing his scar.
"Who's Voldything?" Dudley asked.
"The guy who killed my Parents." Harry calmly stated, Dudley nodded.
"Why are you two afraid of the name?" Petunia inquired in confusion.
"He was the darkest wizard of all time, people are still scared." Ron exclaimed.
"But I defeated him, three times already!" Harry retorted, Dudley gasped.
"You did." Hermione nodded, causing Dudley to gasp again.
Petunia had turned green at the revelation that her Nephew had faced this Voldemort guy.
"I mean, I defeated him at one." Harry said pulling up his fringe revealing his scar.
Dudley suddenly hated making fun of the mark when he was younger.
"Mate I know, it's just I grew up saying You-Know-Who." Ron pointed out.
"I know, I'm sorry." Harry smiled at his friends as they turned another corner.
"It's fine." Ron said.
"What's the next class?" Hermione asked.
"Ms. Fraud." Harry eyed somethings on his schedule in disgust.
"I have Arithmanticy." Hermione bossily stated.
"See you later Hermione!" Ron called as they went up stairs.
"How do you think I'll die today?" Harry asked.
Dudley thought that was a weird thing to say.
"A Blast-Ended-Scwert?" Ron wondered aloud.
Again Dudley wondered what that was.
Harry laughed.
"She thought I had the Grim, a little dramatic, so it can't be that simple." Harry said.
The Dursley's looked at Harry oddly.
"Good point." Ron stated.
They opened a trap door.
"Hello dears, welcome to today's lesson, my dear, is your Mother happy?" The Professor said in a dreamy voice to Pavarti.
"I don't know ma'am." Pavarti said.
"Oh dear, dear dear." The Professor said.
"Professor Trelawny?" Lavender asked.
"Yes dear?" Trelawny asked.
"Is Harry gonna be okay in the task?" Lavender asked.
Ron groaned.
"I see, let me look into my inner eye, he will witness something no one should." Trelawny spoke wistfully.
The rest of class was boring.
They met Hermione on her way to Ancient Runes.
"How was the worst teacher today?" She asked scornfully.
"Horrid." Harry droned bored.
"I'll see you at lunch." Hermione walked off.
"We have free period what do we do?" Ron asked happily.
"How about we snag some Treacle Tart before lunch?" Harry questioned.
Dudley had no clue what Treacle Tart was.
Did he want to know?
"Sounds good, let's go to the kitchens." Ron walked ahead.
Harry shook his head chuckling.
The other three followed.
They reached a fruit bowl portrait, Ron tickled it.
It opened, Dudley gaped.
As they walked in a little figure pummeled Harry.
"Harry Potter Sir?" The squeaky voice asked disbelieving.
"Hey Dobby." Harry smiled.
"Harry Potter sir has comes to visits I's!" The little creature squealed.
"Yes, how do you like it here?" Harry asked the little being as the walked in.
All Dursley's gasped at the kitchen.
It was huge.
Filled with a bunch of the ugly creatures.
"It's wonderful sir, Harry Potter sir, does Harry Potter and, Harry Potters company want some foods sir?" The creature wore many hats, scarfs and, socks.
"Yes Dobby, we'd like some Treacle Tart, anything you Muggles want?" Harry asked the Dursley's smiling.
"Er-is there any pudding?" Dudley asked still confused.
What's a Muggle?
Vernon on the other hand was remembering a certain day when he too had been called Muggle.
"Oh yes, we's have loads of pudding sir." The creature squeaked in surprise.
"Whats a Muggle, why are your kind always calling us that." Vernon was turning red.
"Dobby we'll take some pudding too, as for your question, a Muggle is a non-magic-folk, so obviously your considered Muggles." Harry explained as Dobby popped away.
Dudley's mouth formed a o.
"Ruddy freaks-Muggles-load of tosh." Vernon was muttering.
Dudley gave his Father a kick.
"Harry look, chocolate frog packs, it's our friendship in a card!" Ron exclaimed as he picked one up.
Harry sat as he laughed happily.
"Remember, they're not real frogs are they?" Harry raised his voice a octave.
"Ha, I forgot about your Muggle remarks, those were so brilliant!" Ron was leaning back in his chair gasping for breath.
"They aren't?" Petunia asked.
"Nah, they're chocolate, completely chocolate." Harry was still chuckling slightly.
I was so judgmental of this world, maybe I was wrong. Petunia thought vindictively.
She watched her Nephew open a chocolate frog.
He had friends, real friends, he was a funny, happy, all around amazing person, she had never known the Harry she was seeing.
"Can I-Can I try one?" Dudley asked tentatively, he was wary after last summers tongue incident, but he was also truly changed in his beliefs.
The wizarding world was awesome!
"Sure, oh look, Ron, Agrippa!" Harry said waving the card he held in his hand at his friend.
"No bloody way, can we trade?" Ron was looking at the card enviously.
"Sure, I'm not a big collector, here." Harry gave the card to Ron who whooped.
"Yes!" Ron jumped up from the table.
Dudley ate his frog which at first had scared him by trying to run.
"Who's the Boy-Who-Lived, wait is this you Harry?" Dudley asked.
Harry looked up abruptly a shocked expression on his face, causing his best friend to laugh.
"I forgot to mention that on the train to Hogwarts in first year didn't I, you also have a card, I have three of you." Ron commented to the gaping Harry.
"I-I-wait, what?" Harry obviously had no idea of the card with his name on it.
"Read it Dudders." Petunia cooed making Ron snicker.
"Harry James Potter, also referred to as the Boy-Who-Lived, is known widely for bringing about the downfall of Lord Voldemort on October 31st 1981, he is the person who single handedly defeated the darkest wizard of all time, we will forever be thankful, to Harry Potter!" Dudley read out.
Petunia was gaping at the giggling baby on the card.
The Dursley's looked to Harry who was glaring at the card.
"It's short right now, they update cards every sixteen years, so when you become of age they'll refurbish it." Ron mused.
Harry blew his fringe up annoyed.
"Bugger." Harry mumbled.
"Your famous?" Vernon scrunched up his nose.
"Famous, Harry's bloody God in the wizarding world!" Ron shouted surprised.
"Unfortunately." Harry murmured.
"Unfortunately, how is being famous unfortunate?" Dudley asked.
Harry gave him a deadpan look.
"I'm famous for something I hardly remember, not to mention I'm famous for something my Mum did, it was her sacrifice that saved me." Harry droned bored but still annoyed.
Petunia put her hand over her mouth in surprise.
"You don't like being famous." She stated.
"Nah, Harry hates it, can't go anywhere without being stared at." Ron threw his arm around Harry's shoulders.
"Again, unfortunately." Harry said simply.
"That's horrid." Dudley exclaimed in horror.
He knew his Cousin more now then ever.
They walked to lunch.
As they ate Harry would look to the high table at Dumbledore.
"We have Defense." Harry stood in a bored way.
They walked to the classroom.
The teacher was scary looking.
He had scars all over with a rotating magical eye.
"Today we are again reviewing Unforgivables." The Professor stated his Magic eye on Harry.
"Sir, are we gonna be put under the Imperious again?" Hermione asked making the Dursley's wonder what it was.
"That you are Ms. Granger, Potter, up here!" Professor Moody barked as Harry stood up front.
"There are Muggles here sir!" Malfoy gasped.
"Never mind them Ferret, Potter in gonna be placing you under the Curse again, fight it!" Moody growled.
"Yes sir." Harry was biting his lips.
"Imperio!" Moody's wand shot a burst of green light at Harry.
Harry was twitching a bit, but did nothing.
"What happened?" Dudley whispered to Hermione.
"It's a Curse to make you do what they want, but Harry has the natural mind build to fight it, see, he's twitching but not moving like Moody wants." She explained the them.
"Good Potter, ten points to Gryffindor, still strong minded." Moody patted Harry's back as Harry walked back still twitching once or twice.
"Your truly a natural mate." Ron muttered to Harry.
"Heh, thanks." He muttered back.
It went on.
Moody pulled up each student to do a demonstration, only Harry had fought it, though Hermione had twitched twice before moving.
They left off to the common room.
"Well, let's fly!" Ron yelled grabbing a broom from beside his bed.
Only Dudley had followed the two teens up.
"Yeah." Harry grabbed a much sleeker looking broom.
"Firebolt?" Dudley read the handle.
"Latest broom model!" Ron said rather arrogantly.
"Model?" We're brooms like TVs or bikes?
"Yeah, see I have a Comet 260." Ron held up his worn down broom.
Dudley nodded than gaped as Harry zoomed down the stairs on his sleek broom.
Ron flew shakier after him as Dudley ran smiling.
"Good Lord." Petunia breathed at the sight of her Nephew feet of the ground smiling happily.
Vernon's eyes went wide.
"Harry, you could hurt yourself!" Hermione cried.
"Nah, I'm not the youngest Seeker in a century for nothing." Harry stated hovering by them.
"Seeker, what kind of ruddy thing is that?" Vernon asked.
"It's Harry's position on the Quidditch team of course!" Ron's eyes widened.
"I got on the team first year." Harry's eyes glazed over obviously lost in memories.
"There's a rule against getting on the team or having a broom for first years, but Harry got on after getting one up on Malfoy in our first flying lesson, he's the youngest Seeker in a century!" Ron ranted as Harry grumbled about once again being out of the ordinary.
"Wow!" Dudley gaped in awe.
No one saw Petunia nearly in tears at the fact her Nephew had done so much though she'd never been there.
Her mind raced at the fact Harry had faced that dark wizard two times since he'd been dropped on her doorstep yet she'd had no clue, she was a horrible person.
Harry's laugh rang through the common room.
"Come on." He landed then walked to the portrait hole.
Ron followed his friends lead.