Just a wee drabble
HP Fic!
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG-13
Character: Dudley
Summary: Dudley's been warped by the war. So warped he wants to be just like his cousin.
They say he's gone insane; that this war's been too much for him and he's all fucked up inside.They whisper it really loudly so's he'll overhear them, but Dudley doesn't care. He's the cousin of Harry Potter, so no one would willingly touch him anyway. No well meaning doctors would dare take him away to some hospital named after a Saint he's never heard of. Everyone's scared of Crazy Harry Potter these days.
That's why he gets to walk about clutching at a wooden stick as thought it was a weapon, and no one bats an eyelid. He knows he can't use it, same way he knows he doesn't understand what makes their lot able to. All he does know is that holding it, and knowing some other bloke can fight with it makes him feel safe. Of course, the beretta in his pocket makes him feel a fuck of a lot safer, but a handgun'll do that, won't it? 'Specially when it's the best handgun in the world.
He remembers the last time he saw Harry. He was holding the very same handgun to some ginger guy's head, laughing while he pulled the trigger, looking coldly, unmercifully at the body when it hit the floor. Dudley'd never been so proud of his cousin- of anyone- in all his life. It was all so...cool.
That's why he asked Harry if he could have that gun, and almost cried when he gave it to him. It's the same reason he carries round a wand he can't use - the wand Harry doesn't need anymore- so's he can be just like his cousin.
It's why Dudley's been fucking one of the witches from the other side. She- Parkinson- does him because she wants to break some rules before she dies- and she will die- just so's she wasn't simply some lapdog all her life. He does her because he heard Harry's been shagging someone from their side, too. And he really does want to be just like his cousin.
It's why when people say that Harry's become the most powerful wizard in the world- that no-one can beat him now- Dudley agrees. It's why he lies on his bed at night, holding Harry's wand, chanting "CrucioCrucioCrucio...", one of the few spells that he actually understands.
He prays that one day the spell will work, that a jet of pure-light-pain will shoot out of the wooden stick and fry the cockroach it was aimed at. Then, Dudley will be what he has secretly desired for so long. He will be his cousin.
Truth is though, he knows he never will be.
Because he's not crazy, despite what they say.
Not like the new Dark Lord- not like Harry.
(Now if you'll excuse me, I'm away to pack my bag. Am sodding off to Oxford til Friday.)
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG-13
Character: Dudley
Summary: Dudley's been warped by the war. So warped he wants to be just like his cousin.
They say he's gone insane; that this war's been too much for him and he's all fucked up inside.They whisper it really loudly so's he'll overhear them, but Dudley doesn't care. He's the cousin of Harry Potter, so no one would willingly touch him anyway. No well meaning doctors would dare take him away to some hospital named after a Saint he's never heard of. Everyone's scared of Crazy Harry Potter these days.
That's why he gets to walk about clutching at a wooden stick as thought it was a weapon, and no one bats an eyelid. He knows he can't use it, same way he knows he doesn't understand what makes their lot able to. All he does know is that holding it, and knowing some other bloke can fight with it makes him feel safe. Of course, the beretta in his pocket makes him feel a fuck of a lot safer, but a handgun'll do that, won't it? 'Specially when it's the best handgun in the world.
He remembers the last time he saw Harry. He was holding the very same handgun to some ginger guy's head, laughing while he pulled the trigger, looking coldly, unmercifully at the body when it hit the floor. Dudley'd never been so proud of his cousin- of anyone- in all his life. It was all so...cool.
That's why he asked Harry if he could have that gun, and almost cried when he gave it to him. It's the same reason he carries round a wand he can't use - the wand Harry doesn't need anymore- so's he can be just like his cousin.
It's why Dudley's been fucking one of the witches from the other side. She- Parkinson- does him because she wants to break some rules before she dies- and she will die- just so's she wasn't simply some lapdog all her life. He does her because he heard Harry's been shagging someone from their side, too. And he really does want to be just like his cousin.
It's why when people say that Harry's become the most powerful wizard in the world- that no-one can beat him now- Dudley agrees. It's why he lies on his bed at night, holding Harry's wand, chanting "CrucioCrucioCrucio...", one of the few spells that he actually understands.
He prays that one day the spell will work, that a jet of pure-light-pain will shoot out of the wooden stick and fry the cockroach it was aimed at. Then, Dudley will be what he has secretly desired for so long. He will be his cousin.
Truth is though, he knows he never will be.
Because he's not crazy, despite what they say.
Not like the new Dark Lord- not like Harry.
(Now if you'll excuse me, I'm away to pack my bag. Am sodding off to Oxford til Friday.)