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Change In Me	By : Araea Swiftwind Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Dudley/Harry Views: 17436 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
- 1-Change In Me
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Vernon was sitting on the sofa watching a bit of late afternoon telly. It was a balmy Saturday, and he didn’t have to work. His lovely wife Petunia sat on the chair knitting a new scarf for her “Diddydums”, even though in the summer heat no one really wanted to think about winter. Both were so absorbed in what they were doing that they didn’t notice Dudley run through the room.

It wasn’t until Dudley ran back down the stairs with one of his tighter shirts and his tightest pair of pants that Vernon took any notice of his son. When he saw what the boy had in his hands, he spluttered a bit before he found his voice. “What are you doing with your clothes, boy? Your mother just washed those.”

Dudley knew that if he didn’t think of something quickly, Harry was going to be trapped out in the shed all night. In a moment of brilliance, he said, “Why are you questioning me, Daddy? I thought I could do whatever I wanted?” He turned to his mother, who he knew would never speak against him. “Mummy, Daddy’s being mean to me.”

On cue, Petunia turned her gaze to her husband and said, “Vernon, dear, let Dudley do whatever it is that he was doing.”

“But Pet, he’s taking his freshly cleaned clothes outside…and it just rained yesterday. Even this ungodly heat couldn’t have evaporated all of the mud out in the garden.”

Upon hearing about all of the dirt and mud that could get on those freshly cleaned clothes, Petunia pursed her lips. “You know, Diddydums, your father has a point. Go on upstairs and play that new game that Daddy got you yesterday.”

Dudley knew he was sunk, so he turned around and sulked upstairs. Harry would just have to deal with being stuck outside all night. Dudley hoped that the smaller boy would be okay.

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That night, a cold front moved in and the temperature dropped fifty degrees. It went from 96° to 46° in a matter of hours, and Harry was left in the shed with no clothes and nothing to cover himself up with. It was a hard night for the boy, but he was determined not to let it bother him. But things looked different when morning rolled around.

Dudley, too worried about Harry to sleep for long, climbed out of bed as soon as the first rays of light brightened up the Eastern sky. Pulling on his clothes for the day, he picked up the same things he had grabbed yesterday and ran—as quietly as his large, gelatinous form could manage—down the stairs and out to the back garden. He was sure that he’d be caught before he managed to make it outside, but he lucked out; unbeknownst to him, his parents were having sex and paying no mind to noises made outside their own room.

Once Dudley made it out to the shed, he threw open the door and looked inside. Harry was curled up on his side, still naked and shivering. His skin felt like ice and his lips were faintly tinged blue. When Dudley first called his name, his smaller cousin was unresponsive. Moving quickly, the large boy went to Harry’s side and tried shaking him awake. The raven-haired boy’s head lolled to the side, but his brilliant green eyes opened slowly.

“Hey, I’m sorry I couldn’t come back last night. Mum and dad had a fit about me taking clean clothes out in the muddy garden. So, I came as soon as I could. Are you okay?”

Harry took a moment to wet his lips with whatever saliva he could find in his mouth so that he could respond. “Uh…a little cold, but I’ll survive. Handled worse than this before. Did…did you bring clothes?”

“Yeah, here,” the blonde boy thrust the clothes in Harry’s direction, but hit himself on the forehead when he realized that his cousin was much too stiff and cold to dress himself. “Hey, let me help you, okay? It’ll go faster that way, and then we can get you inside.”

Harry nodded his messy black head and helped Dudley as much as he could, lifting his arms when needed, and aiding the larger boy in standing him up to slip the pants on. Even though Dudley was all for helping his cousin now, he still took the opportunity to poke fun at the smaller boy’s weight and the bruises around his hips. Harry merely rolled his eyes, however, and let his cousin have his fun.

Once they were finished dressing Harry, Dudley supported most of his weight and they moved as swiftly as they could across the damp, dew-covered lawn and into the quiet house. Mr. and Mrs. Dursley had long since finished having sex, and were lying restlessly awake, listening to the noises of the night. It was Dudley’s fourth step on the stairs that squeaked. In no time, Petunia was up and had her robe wrapped tightly around her, Vernon hot on her heels. They knew that if anyone was moving about at night, it was the freak, and he would pay for stepping a toe out of line.

Dudley winced slightly at the noise, and the two stopped for a moment to listen and see if Vernon and Petunia had heard the noise. Harry was the first to hear the slight closing of a door upstairs, and told Dudley to turn around and hid them somewhere. Unfortunately, Dudley wasn’t the smartest, and took them into the kitchen, but there wasn’t any place to hide in the clean white room.

Petunia and Vernon entered only moments later, arms crossed. Vernon had flipped the light switch once they came to it, and the unexpected light momentarily blinded Harry. For the first time in his life, Harry was thankful that Dudley was there with him, knowing he couldn’t get into too much trouble with his cousin literally supporting him. He was shown that his thanks were misplaced almost immediately.

Dudley, for the fist time in his life, worried that he was going to get in trouble. In momentary panic, not sure of what would happen if he were punished, he did the natural thing…he blamed Harry.

“Mum, Dad, I found the freak trying to sneak into the house when I came downstairs for a midnight snack! I was just going to bring him upstairs to you when you got here.” Dudley abruptly let go of Harry, and the cold, weak boy fell unceremoniously to the floor. Even if he weren’t cold, though, he would have lost his footing. He thought that he and Dudley had reached an understanding, but he was shown how horribly he had been wrong.

Petunia got a sick light in her eye that told Harry that he was going to be severely punished. “And just where were you, young man, until three o’clock in the morning?”

Vernon’s neutral expression turned into a sadistic smile, and he rubbed his two beefy hands together, just waiting for Harry’s answer. Harry gulped and looked down at his feet. He didn’t know what he should tell them. Either he could make up a lie, and get punished worse for lying, or he could tell a version of the truth that might make his Aunt and Uncle a little bit happier. In the end, Harry thought that he’d rather have the extra punishment than give the Dursleys anything.

“I snuck out this afternoon and went to meet with some of my friends. We went out to an abandoned field and flew on broomsticks. Then, we took out our wands and cast magical spells on little kids that were screaming at us for riding on our brooms. I even turned Piers into a toad.” Harry knew that the lie seemed far-fetched and highly implausible. He also knew that it was stupid to taunt the Dursleys because his punishment would be far worse.

Petunia’s face scrunched up like it did when she had to wash Vernon’s stained underwear and she tightened the arms around her chest. Any mention of magic to her was apparently an olfactory assault, as well as an auditory one. Almost imperceptibly, she turned to Vernon as if to ask what he would like to do with the disgusting thing standing in front of them.

The sadistic smile on his face only widened.

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Harry awoke some undefined amount of time later in a small, dark space. So, it’s to be the cupboard, is it? He didn’t actually mind all that much, as he was familiar with this cramped space, and it kind of felt like home if anywhere other than Hogwarts did. Though he was smaller than the average boy his age, he was still getting a little on the large side for the small space. Oh well, so I can’t stretch out all the way. It’s not like I haven’t dealt with worse. But, I wonder when they’re going to let me out…

The dark haired teen fiddled with the hem of Dudley’s shirt and noted the quality. These are…new clothes. There aren’t any holes or tears. And they’re clean, or at least were clean before I was thrown into the cupboard.Harry took a tentative sniff of the part of the shirt closest to his nose and gave a faint smile. Even so, they still smell like Dudley.The smile fell off of Harry’s face.

I can’t believe he did that to me. He just…just let me take all the blame. He’s the one who tried to rape me in the potting shed. He’s the one who left me out there all night, cold and alone, with no clothes and no way to come inside. He’s the one who abandoned me. And yet…I’m still the one left to suffer the consequences.

A rattling sound startled Harry out of the angry tirade in his head and forced his to focus outside himself. A tiny sliver of light gradually grew larger as the door was pulled open. Dudley was there on the other side, cautiously peering around before looking in at Harry.

“Hey. Hurry up and come out here so that you can get something to eat and use the loo, before Mum and Dad get back from their movie.”

Harry glared. “Why should I trust you? You turned on me. This might just be another one of your ploys to get me into trouble. I’m already in a heap of it; I don’t need more.”

The large teen wrung his hands and looked sheepish. “Look, I’m sorry that I’m such a coward. I thought…I thought I’d get in trouble for being with you, and I panicked. I don’t…know how to deal with being in trouble. And, well, until two days ago, I hated you and always blamed everything on you. It’s become something of a natural reaction to point at you.”

Harry resolutely looked away from his cousin, knowing that if he didn’t, he’d have to cave. But he wanted to stay mad at the boy, to remember that he hurt him. “Go away, Dudley. I don’t need your ‘help’. I can handle whatever your parents throw at me, without you.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Dudley flinch as if he were struck. That was all it took for Harry to finally give in.

“Okay, fine, I’m not mad anymore. But, really, I’m fine, too. I don’t want you getting yourself into trouble, because you’re right, you wouldn’t know how to handle it. Just, go play video games or something. I’ll survive.”

Dudley didn’t look like he wanted to do as Harry said, but the car coming up the drive made the decision for him. With slow hands and a heavy heart, the blonde boy closed the door on his cousin once more. Before it was all the way shut, he whispered, unsure of whether Harry would hear him or not, “I’ll come back for you. This time, I promise.”

Harry rolled his eyes at his cousin’s dramatics, but sighed happily anyways. He really cared for the oaf, even if the boy wasn’t the smartest or the fastest. He was still his, even with this current fiasco. Shifting positions, Harry tried to get comfortable. At least he had learned one thing from Dudley that he really had wanted to know. He’d been locked in the dark for one day already, and with the way that Dudley was talking, it didn’t look like Vernon or Petunia were going to let him out any time soon. In his shifting, his foot hit something metal in the corner. A bucket. Great, so I won’t even be let out to use the loo.

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Dudley knew he had to do something, and he had to do something soon. It had already been a week that Harry had been locked in the cupboard, and his mum and dad didn’t look like they even remembered Harry was in there. Two of the days last week Dudley had managed to sneak Harry some food, but his parents weren’t gone long enough to let Harry stretch his legs or use the loo. But that just wasn’t enough. He needed to come up with a plan to get Harry safely away from the house.

The answer came, unbeknownst to him, two days later. Petunia and Vernon were planning a special weekend getaway, just the two of them, and they needed a sitter for Harry and Dudley. As much as Petunia wished that there was someone better, there wasn’t, and so she was forced to call in Arabella Figg from down the street to watch her sweet little Diddydums.

Dudley didn’t know it, though Harry did, that Mrs. Figg was a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and therefore could help Harry escape from Privet Drive. When the older woman arrived, Harry was still locked in the cupboard and Petunia and Vernon were just putting the finishing touches on their attire. Vernon grabbed his keys and gave a stiff nod to Arabella, always thinking there was something off about a lady with so many cats. Petunia, on the other hand, gave a fake smile and clasped the woman’s hand to welcome her in. She gave strict instructions on how the odd woman was to take care of Dudley, making no mention of Harry, then swept out of the door after her husband. Then, the house was quiet.

“Well, Dudley, this is a first. I don’t believe I’ve ever been called on to watch you before. And you’re a bit old for needing a sitter, aren’t you?” Arabella’s slightly wrinkled face tightened minutely in a smile.

Dudley was put off his guard a little, but eventually remembered his manners and smiled back. “Mum and Dad usually take me along whenever they go someplace. But, it’s their anniversary, so I guess they wanted to be alone. And, I’m sixteen now, ma’am, a bit old for a sitter, yeah.” Mrs. Figg just smiled again and bustled into the kitchen to make a spot of tea.

“And where is Harry, young man? I didn’t see him leave with your parents, but your mother didn’t tell me what to do with him. Is he all right?”

Dudley knew that his parents wanted Harry’s whereabouts to remain a secret, but he also knew that he wasn’t smart enough to get help for Harry on his own. He took the chance and showed Mrs. Figg where his cousin was.

She was shocked when she saw Harry curled up on his side in the small cupboard under the stairs, a half-full bucket of urine at his feet and spider webs festooning the ceiling. She quickly turned away to dab at her eyes with her handkerchief. Dudley didn’t know if that was a good sign or a bad one, but he knew that he was going to let Harry out now whether the old bat liked it or not.

“Hey, come on, Harry. Mum and Dad’re gone for the weekend, and Mrs. Figg is here to keep an eye on us. You can come out now.”

Harry rolled over to look at Dudley, a week being more than enough time to make him forget a little what made him forgive his cousin. When he saw the large boy, a small, genuine smile crawled across his face and his heart melted a little. It was when he saw a crying Mrs. Figg behind Dudley that the smile fell.

“Dudley, what happened to Mrs. Figg?” There was accusation in his eyes, and it stung Dudley to know that his cousin didn’t fully trust him.

“She just started crying when she saw you in there. So come out, already.”

Harry looked down in shame, as he slowly stood up, almost falling back down when the muscles in his legs refused to cooperate. Dudley threw out a hand to help steady him. Mrs. Figg made a small noise, almost like a gasp and a whimper, and her hands fluttered as though she wished to help as well.

“Oh, Harry, how long,” she stopped for a minute to make her voice stop trembling. “How long have you been in that cupboard, dear?”

Harry busied himself with dusting off Dudley’s spare clothes that he was wearing so that he didn’t have to look at her sad expression.

“Um, I don’t really know. It’s all darkness in there, I can’t really keep time well.” It almost physically hurt him to say those words to the kindly Mrs. Figg.

Dudley saw the pain hidden on his cousin’s face and decided that he needed to help him, now, or else they wouldn’t ever get him out. “Mrs. Figg, Harry’s been locked in that cupboard for more than a week now. I’ve been trying to get him out when I could, and I bring him food sometimes, but Mum and Dad don’t like me helping him. They hate him, and if he doesn’t escape from here, then he’s gonna stay locked in there until he dies!”

Arabella gasped and covered her mouth with her handkerchief, but Harry just snorted.

“Dudley’s being over dramatic, Mrs. Figg. I wouldn’t die, and they couldn’t keep me locked in there for that long. My birthday is in three more weeks, and Dumbledore always comes to get me at my birthday.”

Seeing that Mrs. Figg looked faint, Harry convinced his underused legs to carry him over to the woman and help her to a seat at the table. He then finished making the tea and poured three cups, one of each of them. Motioning to Dudley, the large boy went and grabbed the biscuits that his parents served to their guests and the three sat down at the table.

“So, Mrs. Figg, Dudley is right about one thing. I can’t stay here anymore. I might not die, but I am being tortured. I need to get out of this place before my mind breaks and I go on a killing spree like Voldemort. Do you think you can help me? Can you contact Dumbledore, or other members of the Order, and have them come get me?”

“Oh, I don’t know Harry. Dumbledore would rather you stay here, I’m sure, even with the way your relatives have been treating you lately. But, give me a few days, and I’ll see what I can do. I think you boys are old enough to keep yourselves for the night. I’m going to head home and feed the cats. I’ll see you boys in the morning.” Mrs. Figg wasted very little time setting her cup in the sink and making her way out of Number 4 and on to her own home.

Dudley gave a slightly awkward look to his cousin, then said, “So, what do you want to do? We have the whole house to ourselves, and you’re not stuck in the cupboard. We can do anything you want.”

“I think I want a nice dinner, then a lie-down. I don’t get to sleep well in that small, cramped space, and the smell of ammonia in the urine burns my nose.”

“Oh, ok. Well…I think Mum left some food in the fridge, and she always leaves me a little money when she goes out anywhere. Do you want something here, or do you want take-away?

Harry stopped and though about that for a few minutes. It’d probably be faster if he just made something for dinner, but he’d never had take-away either.

“Ya know, I think I’d like to try some take-away. Do you know of some places?”

“Yeah, sure. Over at Piers’ they always eat out. Do you want pizza, or Chinese?”

“Um…Chinese, I think. Never had that before. I don’t know what to eat from a place like that. Why don’t you just order for us both?”

“Okay, it’ll take about thirty minutes to get here, so why don’t you go have a bath or watch some telly or something while I order?”

Harry smiled at his cousin, moving closer to the boy so that he could run the back of his hand down his face. “When you’re finished calling, why don’t you join me? I’ll be upstairs.”

Dudley’s podgy face got it’s own smile, and dirty thoughts started swirling in his mind. “Sure thing. Be up in a few.”

“Looking forward to it.”

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