what if dudley become part of harry's world pt 3
Hazel sighed, she knew if anything happened at the dinner she would hear Dudley grumble about it. her stomach did a nervous flip, and she started chanting under her breath "Everything will work out. Everything will work out."
She kept chanting as she laid her makeup out on her vanity, getting ready to sit down in front of her mirror, hoping it would help to give her shaky legs a break, but before she could, she heard Oliver's voice.
"Of course it'll work out Mum," he said as he was walk through the open door toward her "I get to see Albus, he's so funny" He giggled at the memory of his last visit with little Albus.
"I know Little Ollie" She leant down and kissed the top of his head.
He was thoroughly affronted "I'm not little, and Mum, I am a little too old be called Ollie. Could you maybe, not do that tonight?"
Oliver's Mum smiled, "I will do my best, ok?" she assured him
"Thanks, Mum," Oliver sat on the bed, "did you know..." Hazel saw that he wasn't going to stop talking for a bit so she sat in front of her vanity to start her makeup as he talked. "Albus has an older brother and a little ' sister. I've never met them."
"I know Ollie, I mean Oliver."
"I don't know where they live …" It was then that Dudley came out from the bathroom from across the hall, he was still grumbling, but not as bad as she feared he would.
Hazel looked at Oliver, reaching out to touch his arm. "Ollie go go check on your sister and make sure your hands are clean too."
Oliver huffed but obeyed. When he left the room Dudley shut the door, starting in on her once more.
"Why are we even doing this?" Dudley was shaking his head as he said the words. Hazel looked up from her eye shadow palette. She saw him in the mirror and grinned at him. Dudley was dressed in better than his Sunday best. It was a three-piece suit that he saved only for his best clients. As if knowing Hazel would disapprove, he had left the jacket in the closet. His, tie and shirt, matched perfectly The best part about the
whole thing Hazel thought, was that he knew that he looked good, she could tell by the set of his shoulders.
Hazel looked back down at her eye shadow, "Because Harry was kind enough to accept our invitation to come for dinner, we are going to do the same."
As Hazel was finishing her mascara she saw Dudley rolling his eyes, she giggled and stood up.
Even knowing that they had news to tell him about Oliver, being around Dudley could still put her at ease "My dear, everything is going to work out perfectly" As she said this she straightened his tie, and then planted a kiss on his lips.
Dudley smiled but said, "could you imagine if my mother found out."
Before Hazel could say anything there was a small knock on the door. "that would be Oliver." Hazel giggled, she was surprised that she was actually getting excited. Dudley opened the door and Oliver was brimming "we are ready… see Mum? My hands are clean too, want to inspect my nails. I even brushed my teeth and you didn't even have to tell me to."
The trip out to the city was one that was quite for Dudley, save Oliver talking to his mother about how much fun he was going to have with Albus.Amaryllis sat in her car seat playing with some toys " Dudley sighed again for the umpteenth time that night, and it likely wouldn't be the last, but this time he felt Hazel's hand slip over an arm. Dudley really was thankful for her, but she owed him for this. He knew that Harry had, had three children. If they taught his Oliver anything about their kind … "Maybe this was a bad idea" Dudley had thought that a million times over the last few days.
Oliver was still talking about how much fun tonight was going to be.
Dudley parked that car on a side street from Grimmauld Place, took his daughter from the car and carried her and saw a fenced square, in the middle, stood a statue of a man on a horse. He could only assume it was a tribute to some war hero when Oliver looked at the statue it winked at him and pointed to the houses
As they looked to see where it was pointing at they saw Number 12, Grimmauld Place. Dudley smirked. "So this is the house he inherited from his Godfather? Not much to look at is it?"
Hazel frowned,
Dudley looked from the front door, back to the car, then to his wife. His eyes dropped to his son's, then to the little girl in his arms, his thoughts quickly went to his own childhood. Was he really better off for the way his parents raised him? Was he doing the right thing, possibly opening the door for his own child to find out about the people that scarred his parents so much? Harry's kind had not only given him a pigtail, but had also tried to kill him, and drove him and his family from their home for over a year. He looked back to the house then to Hazel, "I've changed my mind, I don't think this is a good idea."
He actually turned to go back to the car when the door opened, "Hey, Oliver! Come on, my brother wants to show you something!"
"Cool!" Oliver took off to the house and disappeared before Dudley could stop him.
Ginny was standing at the door by the time the boys disappeared, "Hi there, come in! Dinner is almost done."
Dudley's eyes were darting everywhere as soon as he stepped through that door. Hazel elbowed him to get him to realise introductions were being made. "oh, oh sorry…
I'm Dudley, this is my wife Hazel."
Hazel rolled her eyes, "Darling, we just did the introductions, but your mind was elsewhere, this is Ginny, Harry's wife, and these are their friends, Ron and Hermione."
"Yes, yes, nice to meet you. Where did Oliver go?" Dudley said distractedly. handing Amaryllis over to his wife.
Ginny took the liberty of trying to calm the visibly shaken Dudley, waving a hand into the dining area. "Oh we have a few floors above us, and an attic, Albus took Oliver up to his room to play. But don't worry Dudley, all the boys know the rules and little Lily is at my mother's house, and who this little one Ginny smiled at the little girl in Hazels arms her names Amaryllis
Amaryllis looked shyly at Ginny then buried her head into her mother's hair.
wow, she got green eyes just like Harry.
Ginny was getting a bit nervous, although she was very good at hiding it and staying calm under pressure, but Dudley hadn't said more than a few words, and still looked a little like a deer caught in headlights. Hazel was looking at Dudley as he stared off in the direction that Oliver had disappeared to. Ginny looked over her shoulder at Ron, Harry and Hermione. Ron and Harry looked at each other and then in sync looked at her and shrugged, and all Hermione could do was shake her head. Ginny looked at Hazel who was now looking at her, Hazel mouthed the word "sorry Dudley? Are we going to eat here in the doorway?" Her voice held a soft joking tone, but with a hint of an annoyed undertone.
Dudley looked back to Ginny, "Yes, dinner… then we leave…. ok, let's eat." He had no clue how rude he was sounding, nor did he care. He was only concerned with his son.
Harry stepped around him and called up the stairs, "DINNER, BOYS!"
A thunder of footsteps could be heard overhead, Harry smiled to Dudley, "I think they heard me, come on before we get trampled."
Everyone sat down to a very nice dinner of roast and potatoes with and gravy to pour over the meat. Ginny ushered everyone to the table, "I hope roast is ok, I also have spotted dick for dessert."
Oliver climbed into the seat beside Albus, Dudley shook his head, "No Oliver, I want you over here."
Oliver looked confused, "but… Dad, I want to sit with Albus?"
Hazel nodded, "Of course you can sit there, Oliver."
Albus looked to his Mum, Ginny knew her own son was feeling like there was something wrong with him. Ginny was trying hard to like Dudley, but this was proving harder and harder. "Dudley, please try to relax. I promise you we will not turn you into toads."
she went to the cupboard where she pulled out an oak high chair for little Amaryllis it's a good job I kept hold of this. Hazel but her daughter in the chair. and pulled the table front over her
Ginny smiled all the Weasley kids have used that my dad was the first one.
How lovely said Hazel and it looks like it was made yesterday.
It's seen a lot of magic in its time I can tell you.
She realised that was the wrong thing to say the moment she said it. Dudley jumped up, "That's it, we are leaving, I knew better than to do this."
Hazel looked around to the shocked faces, "Dudley, sit down...NOW!"
Dudley looked around trying to wage this war versus the war he would have with Hazel if he insisted they leave. "No, we are leaving. Get your coats,
Hazel stayed where she was, "We are staying, you have to accept things Dudley! I need you to listen."
Dudley was turning red, how dare his wife embarrass him like this. "You want to be around their kind? I have protected my son from these freaks all his life! I knew better than to come here!"
so are you calling me a freak too then shouted his wife Dudley had enough sense not to stop Oliver from going with the boys? I am not having my son around freaks so make this quick."
Hazel sucked her teeth, "Your son has grown up around a freak! Your wife and pointing at Oliver his mother… NOW sit down!"
Oliver looked from his Mum to his dad, "Dad… what do you mean? They aren't freaks."
James jumped up, "Freak? Who are you calling freaks, you are the one then needs let-tree-tea for lights."
Harry stood up and faced Dudley, "Look, Dudley, We have something to tell you, and you better sit down to hear it."
Hermione looked to the boys, "Guys, go back upstairs for a little bit, we will call you back once things are settled."
James puffed up, "I'm not going…"
"UPSTAIRS NOW!" Ginny sounded so much like her mother that both Ron and Harry felt the need to go upstairs too
Dudley sat down, "Just what is it we need to discuss, Dudley dropped into his seat, "What?"
Hermione took the lead, "Dudley, nothing was hidden from you, Hazel doesn't have any powers, but it is in her family. She was scared of how you would react, and to be honest after seeing you tonight, I don't blame her. The point is, there is wizarding blood in her family," Hermione hesitated and then add, "and of yours."
Dudley looked dumbfounded, "Not in mine!"
Harry sighed, "Aunt Petunia was my mother's sister! God Dudley, are you still that thick?"
look at your daughter we have the same colour eyes.
Dudley looked from Harry to Hazel and settled on Hermione, she seemed to be the only one not insulting him, "Why are you telling me now?"
Hermione reached into a cupboard retrieving the letter from Hogwarts. "We wanted this to go a lot better, but Oliver is a wizard, Dudley. This is his invitation to school."Dudley folded his arms and set his feet with a thud, everyone stared at him waiting for him to take that envelope. He wouldn't touch it. He knew what it was, he had seen hundreds of them come out of the fireplace many years ago.
He spoke to no one, in particular, staring off blankly into a cupboard. "I will not spend money to send my son to some freak school." All of them even Hazel flinched at the word freak.
It was then that Harry took the Hogwarts letter from Hermione, and sat directly across from Dudley "You are acting just like Uncle Vernon, Dudley look at me!" Harry said every word very calmly, but the note of rage could not be denied. Dudley turned his head, but the defiance was more than apparent in his eyes. "Dudley do you remember that cupboard, under the stairs?" Dudley gave a very slight nod.
"Your mother and father made me live in that cupboard for eleven years because they thought I would turn out like Oliver."
"Mum AN-" Dudley started to yell but Harry slammed his fist on the table.
With a very low, calm, but forceful voice, Harry continued, "You are going to hear me out. They only let me out when they were too scared of what the people watching over me would do to them if they didn't."
She kept chanting as she laid her makeup out on her vanity, getting ready to sit down in front of her mirror, hoping it would help to give her shaky legs a break, but before she could, she heard Oliver's voice.
"Of course it'll work out Mum," he said as he was walk through the open door toward her "I get to see Albus, he's so funny" He giggled at the memory of his last visit with little Albus.
"I know Little Ollie" She leant down and kissed the top of his head.
He was thoroughly affronted "I'm not little, and Mum, I am a little too old be called Ollie. Could you maybe, not do that tonight?"
Oliver's Mum smiled, "I will do my best, ok?" she assured him
"Thanks, Mum," Oliver sat on the bed, "did you know..." Hazel saw that he wasn't going to stop talking for a bit so she sat in front of her vanity to start her makeup as he talked. "Albus has an older brother and a little ' sister. I've never met them."
"I know Ollie, I mean Oliver."
"I don't know where they live …" It was then that Dudley came out from the bathroom from across the hall, he was still grumbling, but not as bad as she feared he would.
Hazel looked at Oliver, reaching out to touch his arm. "Ollie go go check on your sister and make sure your hands are clean too."
Oliver huffed but obeyed. When he left the room Dudley shut the door, starting in on her once more.
"Why are we even doing this?" Dudley was shaking his head as he said the words. Hazel looked up from her eye shadow palette. She saw him in the mirror and grinned at him. Dudley was dressed in better than his Sunday best. It was a three-piece suit that he saved only for his best clients. As if knowing Hazel would disapprove, he had left the jacket in the closet. His, tie and shirt, matched perfectly The best part about the
whole thing Hazel thought, was that he knew that he looked good, she could tell by the set of his shoulders.
Hazel looked back down at her eye shadow, "Because Harry was kind enough to accept our invitation to come for dinner, we are going to do the same."
As Hazel was finishing her mascara she saw Dudley rolling his eyes, she giggled and stood up.
Even knowing that they had news to tell him about Oliver, being around Dudley could still put her at ease "My dear, everything is going to work out perfectly" As she said this she straightened his tie, and then planted a kiss on his lips.
Dudley smiled but said, "could you imagine if my mother found out."
Before Hazel could say anything there was a small knock on the door. "that would be Oliver." Hazel giggled, she was surprised that she was actually getting excited. Dudley opened the door and Oliver was brimming "we are ready… see Mum? My hands are clean too, want to inspect my nails. I even brushed my teeth and you didn't even have to tell me to."
The trip out to the city was one that was quite for Dudley, save Oliver talking to his mother about how much fun he was going to have with Albus.Amaryllis sat in her car seat playing with some toys " Dudley sighed again for the umpteenth time that night, and it likely wouldn't be the last, but this time he felt Hazel's hand slip over an arm. Dudley really was thankful for her, but she owed him for this. He knew that Harry had, had three children. If they taught his Oliver anything about their kind … "Maybe this was a bad idea" Dudley had thought that a million times over the last few days.
Oliver was still talking about how much fun tonight was going to be.
Dudley parked that car on a side street from Grimmauld Place, took his daughter from the car and carried her and saw a fenced square, in the middle, stood a statue of a man on a horse. He could only assume it was a tribute to some war hero when Oliver looked at the statue it winked at him and pointed to the houses
As they looked to see where it was pointing at they saw Number 12, Grimmauld Place. Dudley smirked. "So this is the house he inherited from his Godfather? Not much to look at is it?"
Hazel frowned,
Dudley looked from the front door, back to the car, then to his wife. His eyes dropped to his son's, then to the little girl in his arms, his thoughts quickly went to his own childhood. Was he really better off for the way his parents raised him? Was he doing the right thing, possibly opening the door for his own child to find out about the people that scarred his parents so much? Harry's kind had not only given him a pigtail, but had also tried to kill him, and drove him and his family from their home for over a year. He looked back to the house then to Hazel, "I've changed my mind, I don't think this is a good idea."
He actually turned to go back to the car when the door opened, "Hey, Oliver! Come on, my brother wants to show you something!"
"Cool!" Oliver took off to the house and disappeared before Dudley could stop him.
Ginny was standing at the door by the time the boys disappeared, "Hi there, come in! Dinner is almost done."
Dudley's eyes were darting everywhere as soon as he stepped through that door. Hazel elbowed him to get him to realise introductions were being made. "oh, oh sorry…
I'm Dudley, this is my wife Hazel."
Hazel rolled her eyes, "Darling, we just did the introductions, but your mind was elsewhere, this is Ginny, Harry's wife, and these are their friends, Ron and Hermione."
"Yes, yes, nice to meet you. Where did Oliver go?" Dudley said distractedly. handing Amaryllis over to his wife.
Ginny took the liberty of trying to calm the visibly shaken Dudley, waving a hand into the dining area. "Oh we have a few floors above us, and an attic, Albus took Oliver up to his room to play. But don't worry Dudley, all the boys know the rules and little Lily is at my mother's house, and who this little one Ginny smiled at the little girl in Hazels arms her names Amaryllis
Amaryllis looked shyly at Ginny then buried her head into her mother's hair.
wow, she got green eyes just like Harry.
Ginny was getting a bit nervous, although she was very good at hiding it and staying calm under pressure, but Dudley hadn't said more than a few words, and still looked a little like a deer caught in headlights. Hazel was looking at Dudley as he stared off in the direction that Oliver had disappeared to. Ginny looked over her shoulder at Ron, Harry and Hermione. Ron and Harry looked at each other and then in sync looked at her and shrugged, and all Hermione could do was shake her head. Ginny looked at Hazel who was now looking at her, Hazel mouthed the word "sorry Dudley? Are we going to eat here in the doorway?" Her voice held a soft joking tone, but with a hint of an annoyed undertone.
Dudley looked back to Ginny, "Yes, dinner… then we leave…. ok, let's eat." He had no clue how rude he was sounding, nor did he care. He was only concerned with his son.
Harry stepped around him and called up the stairs, "DINNER, BOYS!"
A thunder of footsteps could be heard overhead, Harry smiled to Dudley, "I think they heard me, come on before we get trampled."
Everyone sat down to a very nice dinner of roast and potatoes with and gravy to pour over the meat. Ginny ushered everyone to the table, "I hope roast is ok, I also have spotted dick for dessert."
Oliver climbed into the seat beside Albus, Dudley shook his head, "No Oliver, I want you over here."
Oliver looked confused, "but… Dad, I want to sit with Albus?"
Hazel nodded, "Of course you can sit there, Oliver."
Albus looked to his Mum, Ginny knew her own son was feeling like there was something wrong with him. Ginny was trying hard to like Dudley, but this was proving harder and harder. "Dudley, please try to relax. I promise you we will not turn you into toads."
she went to the cupboard where she pulled out an oak high chair for little Amaryllis it's a good job I kept hold of this. Hazel but her daughter in the chair. and pulled the table front over her
Ginny smiled all the Weasley kids have used that my dad was the first one.
How lovely said Hazel and it looks like it was made yesterday.
It's seen a lot of magic in its time I can tell you.
She realised that was the wrong thing to say the moment she said it. Dudley jumped up, "That's it, we are leaving, I knew better than to do this."
Hazel looked around to the shocked faces, "Dudley, sit down...NOW!"
Dudley looked around trying to wage this war versus the war he would have with Hazel if he insisted they leave. "No, we are leaving. Get your coats,
Hazel stayed where she was, "We are staying, you have to accept things Dudley! I need you to listen."
Dudley was turning red, how dare his wife embarrass him like this. "You want to be around their kind? I have protected my son from these freaks all his life! I knew better than to come here!"
so are you calling me a freak too then shouted his wife Dudley had enough sense not to stop Oliver from going with the boys? I am not having my son around freaks so make this quick."
Hazel sucked her teeth, "Your son has grown up around a freak! Your wife and pointing at Oliver his mother… NOW sit down!"
Oliver looked from his Mum to his dad, "Dad… what do you mean? They aren't freaks."
James jumped up, "Freak? Who are you calling freaks, you are the one then needs let-tree-tea for lights."
Harry stood up and faced Dudley, "Look, Dudley, We have something to tell you, and you better sit down to hear it."
Hermione looked to the boys, "Guys, go back upstairs for a little bit, we will call you back once things are settled."
James puffed up, "I'm not going…"
"UPSTAIRS NOW!" Ginny sounded so much like her mother that both Ron and Harry felt the need to go upstairs too
Dudley sat down, "Just what is it we need to discuss, Dudley dropped into his seat, "What?"
Hermione took the lead, "Dudley, nothing was hidden from you, Hazel doesn't have any powers, but it is in her family. She was scared of how you would react, and to be honest after seeing you tonight, I don't blame her. The point is, there is wizarding blood in her family," Hermione hesitated and then add, "and of yours."
Dudley looked dumbfounded, "Not in mine!"
Harry sighed, "Aunt Petunia was my mother's sister! God Dudley, are you still that thick?"
look at your daughter we have the same colour eyes.
Dudley looked from Harry to Hazel and settled on Hermione, she seemed to be the only one not insulting him, "Why are you telling me now?"
Hermione reached into a cupboard retrieving the letter from Hogwarts. "We wanted this to go a lot better, but Oliver is a wizard, Dudley. This is his invitation to school."Dudley folded his arms and set his feet with a thud, everyone stared at him waiting for him to take that envelope. He wouldn't touch it. He knew what it was, he had seen hundreds of them come out of the fireplace many years ago.
He spoke to no one, in particular, staring off blankly into a cupboard. "I will not spend money to send my son to some freak school." All of them even Hazel flinched at the word freak.
It was then that Harry took the Hogwarts letter from Hermione, and sat directly across from Dudley "You are acting just like Uncle Vernon, Dudley look at me!" Harry said every word very calmly, but the note of rage could not be denied. Dudley turned his head, but the defiance was more than apparent in his eyes. "Dudley do you remember that cupboard, under the stairs?" Dudley gave a very slight nod.
"Your mother and father made me live in that cupboard for eleven years because they thought I would turn out like Oliver."
"Mum AN-" Dudley started to yell but Harry slammed his fist on the table.
With a very low, calm, but forceful voice, Harry continued, "You are going to hear me out. They only let me out when they were too scared of what the people watching over me would do to them if they didn't."
Harry leant into Dudley and took a deep breath. "Dudley, just by not letting him go to Hogwarts, you are not only putting him in that cupboard under the stairs, you are going to ruin his future. His powers will never go away. They will get strong, he will not understand them, he will not understand himself, and he will end up going down a very bad road. I have seen that scenario working as an Auror." The anger had nearly faded away.
Dudley looked down, rubbing his fingers against his forehead. He could feel every eye on him, but it wasn't like before. His body slumped, he wanted the best for his son, But he always dreamed that Oliver would go to Smeltings as he did, as his father did. But this … How? How would he even begin to understand?
A very small, timid voice came from the doorway, "Can I go, Dad?"
Everyone in the room jumped, Dudley looked to Oliver, "You were told to get upstairs, I've taught you better than to sneak around doorways, eavesdropping on adult conversations!"
Oliver stepped in the dining room, "I wasn't dad, I swear! James has these ears that go all the way down to the door, ALL the way from the third floor!"
Dudley looked back to Harry, "You can stretch your ears?"
Ron busted up laughing, "No, we are wizards, not mutants. Those were extendable ears." Ron turned to the others, "You guys remember when we used those to listen in on the Order's meetings!"
Hermione's look silenced Ron. Dudley reached out to his son, and pulled him close, "Oliver did you hear everything that we said?"
"Well, not all of it, James had to find the ears and that took a while. Did Grandma really make Harry live in the shoe closet under the stairs? Is that why you don't like him? How come you don't like them, is it because they can do things? Does that mean you don't like me anymore?" Oliver swallowed hard but never looked away from his father.
Dudley shook his head, "No Oliver, I will never stop loving you. I was raised to be a certain way, and just maybe that way was a bit wrong. If you are a wi...wizard…, then that is just fine with me. Now you go tell the boys to come on down and eat, once we eat, you boys can go play. Harry and I will talk, and get everything worked out."
Oliver threw his arms around his dad's neck, Thanks, dad your fab.
THE END
THE END
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