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Dudley Dursley and the Hogwarts Letter by KindKit (G)
Fandom: HARRY POTTER
Pairing: Gen
Length: 2,000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kindkit
Author Website: elysium
Why this must be read:
This particular fic is a remix of an earlier drabble, but the remix expands quite a bit on the original idea. The premise is fascinating, for one thing. The Potters lived, but Petunia and Vernon Dursley died in a car crash when Dudley was small, so he had to go live with his Aunt Lily and Uncle James. What would have become of Dudley in such circumstances? Would he be the same? And how would the Potters treat him? Even if they treat him well, he is still not their own son. Nor, for that matter, is he a wizard, and he must inevitably feel a bit left out when it comes to magical things. How would James and Lily deal with Harry receiving his Hogwarts Letter, and Dudley not receiving one?
This story answers those questions, and though a bit bittersweet, this fic will still bring a smile to your face.
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“The owl arrives at breakfast time on Harry Potter's birthday. Dudley doesn't notice it at first, because he's trying to hide his baked beans under his toast. He hates baked beans. But they're part of Harry's favourite fried breakfast, so Aunt Lily made them this morning, along with eggs, rashers, sausages, and broiled mushrooms. (Dudley doesn't like mushrooms, either.) After breakfast they'll be going to pick up Harry's best friend Ron, and then they're off to a Quidditch exhibition match. Quidditch is Harry's favourite sport.
Dudley likes it too, normally, but today he's not so sure.
The owl, which taps on a window until Uncle James lets it in, carries a letter. The letter's addressed, in green ink, to Mr. H. Potter. Of course. If Fizzing Whizbees fell from the sky today, they'd be for Harry.
"Dad," Harry says, looking at the letter like it might explode, "d'you think - ?"
"Open it and see, son." Uncle James is trying to hide a smile. It's not something he's any good at, so his face twitches.
Dudley knows what it must be. There's only one kind of letter that comes on parchment with green ink. They all know what it must be, but Uncle James and Aunt Lily don't say a word as they watch Harry fumble it open. Dudley sees their glances back and forth, though, their little secret messages about how proud they are.
"Hogwarts," Harry says, really quietly. "I'm going to Hogwarts." And then he jumps up, jumps all around the kitchen, shouting "I'm going to Hogwarts!"
"Of course!" says Uncle James. His face is red, and his big grin makes him look exactly like Harry. "You're my son."
"You'll love it," Aunt Lily says when Harry finally stops his victory dance around the table. She gives him a hug. "You'll meet wonderful friends there. And learn a lot, of course. And study very hard."
Harry doesn't say oh, mum the way he usually does when Aunt Lily gets a bit, well, mum-ish. He's too busy laughing. "'Course I will."
Nobody's going to notice, now, if Dudley eats his baked beans or not. So he stops mucking about with the toast and tries to work out something to say. It takes him an awfully long time to come up with, "That's brilliant, Harry. Hogwarts and all. Really brilliant."
Dudley Dursley and the Hogwarts Letter
Pairing: Gen
Length: 2,000 words
Author on LJ:
kindkitAuthor Website: elysium
Why this must be read:
This particular fic is a remix of an earlier drabble, but the remix expands quite a bit on the original idea. The premise is fascinating, for one thing. The Potters lived, but Petunia and Vernon Dursley died in a car crash when Dudley was small, so he had to go live with his Aunt Lily and Uncle James. What would have become of Dudley in such circumstances? Would he be the same? And how would the Potters treat him? Even if they treat him well, he is still not their own son. Nor, for that matter, is he a wizard, and he must inevitably feel a bit left out when it comes to magical things. How would James and Lily deal with Harry receiving his Hogwarts Letter, and Dudley not receiving one?
This story answers those questions, and though a bit bittersweet, this fic will still bring a smile to your face.
* * *
“The owl arrives at breakfast time on Harry Potter's birthday. Dudley doesn't notice it at first, because he's trying to hide his baked beans under his toast. He hates baked beans. But they're part of Harry's favourite fried breakfast, so Aunt Lily made them this morning, along with eggs, rashers, sausages, and broiled mushrooms. (Dudley doesn't like mushrooms, either.) After breakfast they'll be going to pick up Harry's best friend Ron, and then they're off to a Quidditch exhibition match. Quidditch is Harry's favourite sport.
Dudley likes it too, normally, but today he's not so sure.
The owl, which taps on a window until Uncle James lets it in, carries a letter. The letter's addressed, in green ink, to Mr. H. Potter. Of course. If Fizzing Whizbees fell from the sky today, they'd be for Harry.
"Dad," Harry says, looking at the letter like it might explode, "d'you think - ?"
"Open it and see, son." Uncle James is trying to hide a smile. It's not something he's any good at, so his face twitches.
Dudley knows what it must be. There's only one kind of letter that comes on parchment with green ink. They all know what it must be, but Uncle James and Aunt Lily don't say a word as they watch Harry fumble it open. Dudley sees their glances back and forth, though, their little secret messages about how proud they are.
"Hogwarts," Harry says, really quietly. "I'm going to Hogwarts." And then he jumps up, jumps all around the kitchen, shouting "I'm going to Hogwarts!"
"Of course!" says Uncle James. His face is red, and his big grin makes him look exactly like Harry. "You're my son."
"You'll love it," Aunt Lily says when Harry finally stops his victory dance around the table. She gives him a hug. "You'll meet wonderful friends there. And learn a lot, of course. And study very hard."
Harry doesn't say oh, mum the way he usually does when Aunt Lily gets a bit, well, mum-ish. He's too busy laughing. "'Course I will."
Nobody's going to notice, now, if Dudley eats his baked beans or not. So he stops mucking about with the toast and tries to work out something to say. It takes him an awfully long time to come up with, "That's brilliant, Harry. Hogwarts and all. Really brilliant."
Dudley Dursley and the Hogwarts Letter
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(It's a brilliant remix, too - so glad that it's been recced.)
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