Big Brother (A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

The Basket

AN:// In this fanfiction, instead of being the same as Harry, Dudley is a few years older. This, in my mind, creates an extreme paradox. I don't think Dudley would've been nearly as spoiled if Harry wasn't there—I think Petunia and Vernon merely wanted to lord the great things Dudley had over Harry. So Dudley grows up, at least in the beginning, much more humble and kind. Until Harry shows up and completely sets his parents off.

Also, this is just a plot bunny. I have many ideas, but as this is my first fic, I have no idea whether I should attempt to finish it or not. So feedback would be great! I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not at all own Harry Potter or his universe.

Dudley woke up very early on the day after Halloween. He sat up in bed, mussed hair sticking in all directions and turned to look at the clock on his nightstand; it read exactly six o'clock. And six o'clock was a mighty early time for a boy Dudley's age to be up at. So he lied back down, intending to catch some  more sleep, however the smell of bacon coming from downstairs prevented him from doing so.

Dudley got back up and out of bed, then he stumbled down the stairs. As he entered the kitchen he saw his mother standing over the stove, gently poking at a couple of pieces of pink bacon in a pan. The smell was amazing. When she heard Dudley step in, she looked up in surprise and said, "Dudley, what are you doing up so early for?"

Dudley blinked blearily at her and said "I couldn't sleep Mum."

She smiled at him and said "Well, I better put on some more bacon then. You can eat with me and your father and after he goes to work I'll take you to park to play okay? Since you're up early it'll be nearly empty and you can go on anything you want!"

Dudley grinned and nodded. He loved the park, or going outside in general. Of course, many times his mother didn't approve of his methods of play due to the increasingly large amount of grass and mud stains on his trousers. So he was happy she wanted to go out with him. He leaned onto a chair sitting at the kitchen table and watched as his mother continue to make breakfast.

Leaving the bacon to bubble in its pan, she shuffled to the side a bit and pulled the tea kettle off the stove. Then she began cracking eggs that had been sitting on the counter into a bowl. Opening the fridge she put away the eggs, pulled out a loaf of bread, took a couple pieces of it and popped them in the toaster. Then she grabbed a bin of butter, a bottle of milk, a jar of cream and a whole pint of orange juice.

In the middle of pouring a cup of the hot black tea into a mug she jolted a little and turned to Dudley. Picking up the milk, she poured a small amount into the hot tea and said, "Can you please go see if the paperboy has come yet?" Then she added half a spoon of sugar into the mug and stirred it.

Dudley nodded and hurriedly pushed off the chair he had been casually leaning on. He raced out of kitchen and into the hallway and then down the hallway and in front of the door. Then he opened door and nearly screamed. No, the paperboy had not come yet. But something else obviously had. Instead of a neatly rolled up paper on the front step, he found a basket with a strange, wiggling thing in it.