Big Brother (A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Dudley Dursley was only five years old when the baby appeared on the front doorstep.

Before the baby appeared, he liked to think his parents were quite normal ones. His mother wasn't overly strict, but she wasn't lax in enforcing her rules with Dudley either. His father wasn't mean at all, though Dudley didn't get to see him very often due to all of the man's work.

But after the baby appeared, everything changed and not for the better. Half of the time his mother acted cold and distant, almost like a robot that was programed to raise a child. She attempted to force toys and food down his throat, all while giving the baby completely nothing, as if doing so would fix all the problems she's ever had. She pulled.

His father on the other hand, acted the complete opposite. Whenever the man was home from work, he acted very aggressive, almost crazed in his attempt to turn Dudley into a strong, yet terrible young man. He urged Dudley to hit and slap the baby, among other equally as terrible things. He pushed.

Dudley, however, had no idea what to do or think. Everything seemed so confusing to him, and he could hardly make anything out. His parents told him over and over that the baby was a freak, a demon. He just didn't understand. How could a baby be evil? He was just a baby!

And so Dudley becomes both a puller and a pusher. He yanks and he shoves and stands over the baby, his baby brother, and attempts to protect him with all of his willpower. But what will Dudley do when his parents finally take the abuse of his baby brother too far?