Harry Potter: A Twist In Time

Dudley Dursley's life was going down the toilet, literally. He had spent his entire summer so far cleaning out his aunt's dog kennels, who knew the little bastards could shit so much. He was forced to do the work while his aunt sat getting slowly pissed on sherry and bemoaning her lot since mum and dad got arrested, before that her excuse was they were both missing.

He'd been working like the freak all summer and missed his telly, playstation, snacks and gang but if he didn't work he didn't get fed. Dudley at first thought his aunt Marge was joking, and then he was sure he could outlast her but when the dogfood started looking appetising big D knew it was time to pick up the brush and shovel.

She would inspect the kennels in the morning and how well he was fed depended on the results though as the sherry consumption was getting progressively worse they'd had to settle for take-away the last couple of nights.

Dudley was wearing an old pair of torn dungarees while leaning on his brush as he paused to wipe the sweat of his face when all his attention switched to the Rolls Royce that had just turned into the drive heading towards the house.

He made his way over and his tongue was actually hanging out at the sight of the girl who the chauffeur was helping from the car, she was so beautiful that he didn't notice the person that came out next until he spoke.

"Hello Dudley, love your new look. It really brings out the colour in your eyes, actually mate you look like shit!"

Dudley was now wondering if it was such a good idea to drink the remains of the sherry left when his aunt Marge eventually passed out because what his eyes were telling him just couldn't be true. The young man was dressed in clothes better than anything his father had ever owned and standing with his arm around the goddess that had exited the Rolls first. A young girl and an older couple joined them, though the woman was definitely still hot.

"Harry?"

"Got it in one Dud, just brought my family along to meet you. This is my wife Hermione, our daughter Joan, mum and dad Granger and not forgetting our chauffer Remus."

Dudley wasn't sure if it was the sun, sherry or the smell of all the shit but something was definitely off here, he didn't get time to say any more as aunt Marge and Ripper came out the house.

Ripper didn't know anything about fancy clothes or cars, he just sensed the boy he'd been trained to attack so he did, unfortunately for the misguided animal a certain big black dog was waiting in anticipation of this very event.

Padfoot leapt from the car and had Ripper by the scruff of the neck before the poor mutt even knew what was happening, the large dog then vigorously shook the now squealing bulldog before tossing the animal to land heavily at the large woman's feet.

"That vicious dog will be destroyed, attacking my poor, gentle Ripper in his own garden no less. I shall be contacting the authorities at once." Marge was bristling with so much indignation that she never even noticed who was standing there, it wasn't until the vicious dog walked over to the group and was hugged by a little girl, Joan so loved her uncle Padfoot, that she recognised Harry.

"Boy!" she screamed, "what are you doing here? Get off my property now."

"Actually Marge that's what I came to see you about, if you would be so kind Remus."

"Right away lord Potter," the marauder walked forward in his chauffer uniform and only his years of pulling pranks allowed him to keep a straight face, he handed the woman who made Molly Weasley look thin a bunch of very official looking documents.

"You see Marge my wonderful wife bought me this land as a wedding present, your current lease stipulates I am required to give you one months notice of eviction and that is what you now hold in your hands. On the first of September the bulldozers will be here to eradicate any trace of these buildings, as someone who actively encouraged her dog to bite a little boy you will receive no sympathy from me or my family."

This colossus of a woman who had been Harry's most malicious maligner and venomous chastiser crumpled to the ground and wept into the notices she had been given.

Harry felt no elation, took no pleasure at her predicament rather his feelings were more that justice had been served and he could now put his past behind him. He would carry the physical scars for the rest of his life but the mental ones were being healed with lots of love from those around him.

Dudley was now in awe of his cousin, he'd always been taught to respect those who were 'better off' than the Dursleys and to sneer down at those below. Harry was now obviously of the other category but Dudley was now unsure of his own place in the world.

"Harry, what's going to happen to me?"

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