Dursley's Choice | The Dursley series #2 |

♧ Chapter 6 ♧

Straight away, a number of students were wearing badges, something was off. Harry winced at them to get a better look, but they seemed to change, when he finally caught the words: Potter stinks, Cedric rules, Dursley Lies.

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"Can you see him?" Harry asked, students yelled at them as they sprinted away, "Potter Stinks!"
"Liars will lose!"
"All odds for Cedric!" Audrey spotted the handsome Huffelpuff in the courtyard, surrounded by an entourage of seventh year students; Hannah Abbott and Ernie MacMillian leaped in front of them grinning, "Like the badges, liar?"
"Shove off, MacMillian" Audrey growled barging passed them.

Many of Cedric's friends mocked Harry and Audrey as they asked for a word, "Read the badge Potter!"
"Dursleys a bloody liar Ced!" Audrey huffed at the last comment, wishing she wasn't there I'm that moment; "Dragons. That's the first task"
"You-you're serious?" They nodded, "Fleur and Krum, do they know?"
"Yeah. We found them earlier"
"Brilliant!" Harry said as Cedric grabbed his arm, "listen- about the badges I've asked them not to wear them"
"Ced, it's fine. I'll see you later."

Hermione waltzed up to them, rather nervously, twiddling her fingers in her palm. "H-Hermione"
"I just wanted to apologise for not sticking by you, I wish I could make things better: Harry, for shouting at you and Audrey, for making you cry" she choked on her last words, Audrey couldn't bare to begrudge her any more; shakily they hugged one another. "Ah, seems Potter and the liar are friends with the Mudblood again" Malfoy came strutting towards them with his group,
"Awww how sweet!" Pansy Parkinson sneered, "Hey, Parkinson! My pug called, it wants it's nose back!" Audrey growled, as Pansy drew out her wand. A spell flew towards her, when Hermione stood in front of her, her scream echoed the corridor as she swivelled around to look at the two. Her teeth were all different sizes and extending out of her mouth, "Hermione..." she sprinted off assumingly to the Hospital Wing, "Pansy is worse than that Rita Skeeter we met last week"
"I think most Slytherin's are worse than Rita."

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A bright flash of light shone on the champions, Audrey sat beside Fleur and Krum had his arm on her shoulder. A cameraman followed by a blonde woman dressed in all green and faux fur greeted them behind the blinding flash of light, "Ah! The Champions!" She grinned jollily, "I'm Rita Skeeter! I write for the Daily Prophet- but of course you knew that. It's you we don't know. What quirks hide behind those rosie cheeks? What mysteries lie beneath those curls? In short: what makes a Champion tick? Me, myself and I want to know so whom will be willing share first?" They stood silent for a while, watching Rita glance at every one of them, suddenly she yanked Audrey's shoulder. "Let's start with the youngest, lovely!"

Audrey observed the woman, she seemed extremely eager to find gossip, "This is a broom cupboard, you know"
"Well, then. Ms. Audrey Dursley, aged eleven-"
"I'm twelve"
"-about to compete with four other champion's who are not only vastly more mature than yourself-"
"I beg to differ!"
"But to have mastered spells you could have only attempted I'm your dizziest daydreams. Concerned?" She noticed Audrey's complexed face staring at the green quill jotting down Rita's notes, "Just ignore the quill"
"Why?"
"You're the juicy news. How do your parents feel knowing you've entered such a dangerous tournament?"
"They... don't know I don't really talk to them much since I found out I was a witch" 'Also, really my mother's dead and my father's a dark creature serving Voldemort in my dreams.' "So they've completely cut you off with no means to survive?"
"Woah! I did not say-"
"And how does your cousin feel about your entering this tournament? Proud? Or jealous that you may be are trying to scrape for some ounce of fame that he had from infancy?"
"One, we didn't enter. Two, Harry would never be jealous of me because he cares for me and I him so you need to back off lady" Audrey proclaimed, leaving the journalist at a loss for words.