The Somewhat Different Savior

Fine day Sunday - Part 1

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anyone else in her books. All rights go to J.K.Rowling

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Dudley Dursley woke suddenly up, even his alarm clock didn't ring. He felt electrized, like someone had shocked him with a taser.
But it wasn't an unpleasant feeling. It seemed to rush through him like an unstoppable power but it also felt.....warm. Bracing. Dudley was sure that he never felt so strong after waking up on a sunday morning.
Did he had maybe a strange dream? He couldn't remember.
The once-fat-boy sat up. His entire body were tingling.
"Odd...." he mumbled and wandered into the bathroom of their new house to take a shower before breakfast.

The Dursleys left Privat Drive months ago at somebodys advice to "save themselves" from this Lord Valdimord or however this dark magican is called. He hadn't seen Harry again. He just got an education for the same job his father Vernon works with. In fact he didn't like this job. It was EXTREMLY boring for him. But he always wanted to make his father proud, so he followed his wishes and plans he had for his precious son.
His mother wasn't helpfully at all in this case. She just always set there, nodding her head to everyone what his father said. Either she or Vernon noticed that their son wasn't happy. They never noticed it, even when he was in primary school.
By the first second he stepped into his classroom, they whispered about his fatness. His flat blond hair and pink face. It made him feel unwell. Ugly. He had felt like this before but never that worse.
When he came home he ate more sweets and played games to forget his nasty classmates and the nasty school. He became fatter.
Apart from that he learned that when he was the nasty guy who teased everyone, they stopped bullying him. They stopped shouting at him and calling him fat.

The grades he had were miserable then. He was the "bad guy" you should avoid, he was still fat but he wasn't the victim anymore and he had felt great about that.

But now everything was diffrent. He and his family were no longer living in Privet Drive number four. He had left his so called friends (who weren't the best guys at all)- He was 18 years old and he wasn't fat anymore. Last but not least he stopped hating Harry. Well, he never really hated him. He was just jealous at him, his annoying cousin who always drove his parents mad.

Dudley stepped out of the shower and toweled hinself off. He already heard his parents in the kitchen, making breakfast. Like every sunday morning.
Once he put he clothes on he walked to them into the kitchen and sat down on the round table, which was full of pancakes, fried egg and deliciously smelling bacon.

"Have you slepped well, son?" Vernon asked still starring at the newspaper.
"Yeah...I guess so. I had a weird feeling when I woke up."
"Huh?"
"Well, it wasn't kinda weird.
It was.....somehow good."
"That's what we call a refreshing sleep, Dudley."
Dudley didn't reply. He knew, due to Harry, that his parents hated strange, odd things. But even the fact he could not just talk about it disaffected him. It made him angry.

"Good morning my dear."
Petunia sat down to, but not without giving him a kiss on his head.

"Do you want some bacon?"
"Yes mum...thanks."

She put bacon on his plate, he grabbed for a role and placed some cheese on it. Subsequently he started to eat. It was a silent breakfast. Only the crinkling sound by his fathers newspaper broke the silence.