Post by Elienp on Sept 8, 2011 10:26:55 GMT -8
Title: One more fear
Rating: G
Word count: 649
Character: Dudley Dursley
Warning: none
Summary: One more fear for a reckless thief.
As long as that thing would remain in his cousin's hands, there was no chance for him to frighten him any more, no chance to bully him, to get him to do whatever he wanted. On the contrary, there were many chances for him to be transformed in a pig, a toad, to witness a tail growing to his lower back, or for his ears to turn green.
There were many chances, in fact, for him to be transformed in a freak, in a circus monster, if that thing remained in such malicious hands.
While motionlessly standing in front of his cousin's bedroom, Dudley Dursley could tell two things were certain. First he was afraid of his cousin, Harry Potter, who was potentially more dangerous than one of his own big fists and second, that statement was true only when that damned object was within his reach.
Without it, Dudley was adamant, Harry Potter would be no match for him.
Of course, Harry wasn't allowed to practise magic outside of his school - a shiver ran down Dudley's spine, it happened each time he thought about a place which could reunite hundreds of magical freaks - but it didn't mean he wouldn't use it if he felt threatened.
Dudley was not that stupid. If he attacked Harry, something would happen, something bad. And he was becoming weary of fearing his lanky cousin.
It was time to act. Time to take the matter into his own hands, time to face the freak, or rather the tool of the freak, his wand.
That such an insignificant object could make him back away in fear was ridiculously... well, true in fact, but it wouldn't last any longer.
Harry, for once, had been careless with his precious tool, letting it on his bed, his door wide open and his being absent, gone whenever Dudley knew and, to be honest, he didn't care at all.
It was now or never.
He hurried in the cursed bedroom – cursed because of its owner of course – grabbed hold of the evil and quickly went to hide in his own den, cackling like...
Like the stupid fool he was, and should have known he'd make of himself if he ever touched something that wasn't him but his cousin's.
With a piercing shriek he was lifted away from the floor.
Rule number one: never touched the belongings of a magical freak, you never knew what would happen to you.
Dudley thought, and that was perhaps his biggest mistake, that Harry had only been careless, not once the idea of such a scene being a trap had crossed his mind, not once had he imagined it possible for his cousin to let his precious wand unguarded to trick him into taking it.
No, Dudley had not thought about that. All he had seen was the wand, the wand and nobody beside to keep an eye on it, the wand ready to be taken – stolen – in order to free him for the threat it represented.
A threat. It had been, was, and would always be, Dudley realised – too late – as he was helplessly flying in his room.
He'd never lay a hand on Harry's wand again.
Never, he swore, as he was suddenly developing a fear of heights – like he had previously developed a fear of pigs, of owls, of brooms, of chimneys, of glasses and of so many other things.
Concentrating not to bump into his ceiling light, nor into his wardrobe while not panicking and crying like a child, Dudley didn't see the black-haired boy silently taking back his cursed tool, a big smirk gracing his face.
Harry Potter might not be allowed to use magic outside Hogwarts, but nothing could prevent him from using a protective charm bought to the Weasleys twins in order to protect his belongings from reckless thieves.
Edit: Awarded 10 Points, by Bec, On 13/09/11.
Rating: G
Word count: 649
Character: Dudley Dursley
Warning: none
Summary: One more fear for a reckless thief.
As long as that thing would remain in his cousin's hands, there was no chance for him to frighten him any more, no chance to bully him, to get him to do whatever he wanted. On the contrary, there were many chances for him to be transformed in a pig, a toad, to witness a tail growing to his lower back, or for his ears to turn green.
There were many chances, in fact, for him to be transformed in a freak, in a circus monster, if that thing remained in such malicious hands.
While motionlessly standing in front of his cousin's bedroom, Dudley Dursley could tell two things were certain. First he was afraid of his cousin, Harry Potter, who was potentially more dangerous than one of his own big fists and second, that statement was true only when that damned object was within his reach.
Without it, Dudley was adamant, Harry Potter would be no match for him.
Of course, Harry wasn't allowed to practise magic outside of his school - a shiver ran down Dudley's spine, it happened each time he thought about a place which could reunite hundreds of magical freaks - but it didn't mean he wouldn't use it if he felt threatened.
Dudley was not that stupid. If he attacked Harry, something would happen, something bad. And he was becoming weary of fearing his lanky cousin.
It was time to act. Time to take the matter into his own hands, time to face the freak, or rather the tool of the freak, his wand.
That such an insignificant object could make him back away in fear was ridiculously... well, true in fact, but it wouldn't last any longer.
Harry, for once, had been careless with his precious tool, letting it on his bed, his door wide open and his being absent, gone whenever Dudley knew and, to be honest, he didn't care at all.
It was now or never.
He hurried in the cursed bedroom – cursed because of its owner of course – grabbed hold of the evil and quickly went to hide in his own den, cackling like...
Like the stupid fool he was, and should have known he'd make of himself if he ever touched something that wasn't him but his cousin's.
With a piercing shriek he was lifted away from the floor.
Rule number one: never touched the belongings of a magical freak, you never knew what would happen to you.
Dudley thought, and that was perhaps his biggest mistake, that Harry had only been careless, not once the idea of such a scene being a trap had crossed his mind, not once had he imagined it possible for his cousin to let his precious wand unguarded to trick him into taking it.
No, Dudley had not thought about that. All he had seen was the wand, the wand and nobody beside to keep an eye on it, the wand ready to be taken – stolen – in order to free him for the threat it represented.
A threat. It had been, was, and would always be, Dudley realised – too late – as he was helplessly flying in his room.
He'd never lay a hand on Harry's wand again.
Never, he swore, as he was suddenly developing a fear of heights – like he had previously developed a fear of pigs, of owls, of brooms, of chimneys, of glasses and of so many other things.
Concentrating not to bump into his ceiling light, nor into his wardrobe while not panicking and crying like a child, Dudley didn't see the black-haired boy silently taking back his cursed tool, a big smirk gracing his face.
Harry Potter might not be allowed to use magic outside Hogwarts, but nothing could prevent him from using a protective charm bought to the Weasleys twins in order to protect his belongings from reckless thieves.
Edit: Awarded 10 Points, by Bec, On 13/09/11.