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Surprise Inheritance	By : Mafan823 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Dudley/Harry Views: 24718 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 4

Harry P.O.V.

It’s been four weeks since I came back to the Dursley’s and it’s been one of the best times of my life. This is the closest we’ve ever been and it’s been perfect. Though lately Dudley’s been acting strangely, getting red when we accidently touch or sometimes he would stare at me with this look in his eyes, and then sometimes he would start to tell me something then he would stutter and the words would die on his lips and he’d walk away. These things happened often since my return, but it just got worse as the weeks went by. So much so, that I’ve begun to become affected by it.

I would get just as red as Dudley from those accidental touches, my body would get hot and start to tingle from his stares, and my chest will fill with warmth whenever he would try to tell me what it was he wanted to tell me and I can never understand why, until today.

We were playing Dudley’s video game and I was kicking his arse when Dudley suddenly put his hand over my eyes, blocking my vision.

“Hey!”

“Ha! I’m winning!”

“Of course you’re winning. You got my bloody eyes covered. Now, get off!” Harry tried to shove Dudley’s hands out of the way, only for Dudley to try harder to keep his eyes covered.

“Dudley!”

“Just a little longer…”

“Dudley!”

Then Harry started struggling even harder, trying to wiggle out of Dudley’s reach. Finally, Harry had enough and put down the remote to try to seriously get out of Dudley’s reach. To counter, Dudley let go of his remoter to use both hands to keep Harry’s eyes covered. Soon, they somehow began wrestling. They rolled around on the ground, bumping into furniture and the walls, competing for domination.

In the end, Dudley pinned Harry to the floor by his arms and legs. They stared at each other with an intense look in their eyes before Dudley leaned forward and kissed Harry on the lips.

Harry P.O.V

The feeling of Dudley’s body hovering over mine, pinning it to the ground, under his mercy, sent my blood pulsing and gave me a sense of exhilaration. When I looked Dudley in the eyes I noticed the look he has in his eyes is the same look he’s had this past week and now I finally recognized the feelings behind it. Longing, lust, and love. At that realization my body began to burn with those same feelings. Then Dudley leaned close and kissed me.

The kiss sent a wave of electricity starting from my lips and the spreading to the rest of my body. The feeling of his lips on mine made my magic pulsate with my heartbeat and filled the room, making objects float around the room. Then I felt something brush against my lips before Dudley pulled away and whispered…

“I love you.”

I stared in surprise, “you do?”

“Yeah… I do.” Dudley smiled down at him. I could tell he was telling the truth just by looking into his eyes but to hear him say it out loud brought tears to my eyes.

“Why are you crying?” Dudley whispered as he caressed my face and wiped away my tears. I put my hand over Dudley’s and answered, “I’m crying because I’m stunned and happy to hear you say that you love me. I’ve never had good experience with love, if any. So I’m happy to know that the feeling is mutual. I love you, too.”

Dudley smiled as he leaned in for another kiss.

Normal P.O.V

A week has passed since the confession and Harry and Dudley have become inseparable. They went out together, ate together, slept together (just sleeping, you pervs), and just spent time with one another. They never knew that was all about to end. They were having a scary movie marathon when it happened.

“He’s behind you! Turn around! OMG! She’s dead, she has to be dead!” Harry shouted as he hugged a couch pillow to his chest. Dudley watched Harry with an exasperated smile on his face. Harry, noticing he was being watched, blushed as he towards Dudley.

“What?” Harry asked with a pout.

“Nothing, you’re just so cute.”

“I’m not cute! I’m boyishly handsome. Just look at my rugged good looks.”

“Yeah, right, very rugged. What with that baby face and smooth, hairless skin, I couldn’t tell. I apologize for my mistake.”

“Are you being sarcastic? You are, aren’t you? You’re gonna pay for that.” Harry mocked growled as he tackled Dudley to the ground. After a short tussle on the floor, Dudley cried out with a grin on his face, “I give, I give.”

“Ha! I win!” Harry gloated as he settled back on Dudley’s waist.

“Well, since you’ve won, what do you want as a prize?” Dudley asked from his place on the floor as he settled his hands on Harry’s hips with a smirk on his face. Harry stared blankly at Dudley for a moment and then a smirk came upon his face to match the one on Dudley’s.

“Oh, I can think of a few things I would like, but how ‘bout we start off with a kiss?” Harry leaned over and touched lips with Dudley. Soon they became absorbed in one another, thinking only of each other. They were so absorbed that they did not hear the door open.

“Duddikins, we’re ho-“

Dudley and Harry quickly turned to see Petunia and Vernon Standing in the entryway staring at them in shock and horror.

“Mum!” Dudley sat up quickly pulling Harry closer to himself to keep him from falling in the process. Vernon dropped the suitcases to the ground with an enormous bang. Harry and Dudley hastily got to their feet with Dudley standing protectively in front of Harry.

“What to bloody fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Vernon snarls at the two standing in front of him. Dudley and Harry share a look between them before Dudley turns to face his father.

“Now, Dad, I know how this looks but I need you to calm down before I try to explain wha-“

“Calm down?! CALM DOWN?! You expect me to calm down after I see you fucking around with your freak of a cousin?!”

“Harry is not a freak and we are not ‘fucking around’! I love him!” Dudley’s eyes widen, realizing he has just said the worst thing he could have possibly said. At those words Vernon lunges forward and strikes Dudley across the temple, sending him to the ground in a daze. He could hear muffled screaming, thumps, and the pulsing of his heartbeat as he clumsily tried to get to his feet.

“Ahhh!” this scream in particular brakes through the fog that covered his mind. He turns to see Harry being dragged by the hair toward the basement, his teary eyes wide with fear before the door slams shut on that image. Dudley stumbles to the door and beings to bang on the door, screaming for Harry.

“Dudley! Honey, please stop! What did he do to you?!” Petunia sobs as she reaches for him.

“He didn’t do anything!” He roars, making Petunia recoil from him in fear. He turns to her and screams, “I was the one who made the first move. I’ve loved him since he first came here as a baby. He didn’t even like me until recently and I refuse to lose him now!”

He turns back toward the door and starts to bang on the door again just as a scream tears through the house startling both Dudley and Petunia. Realizing that it’s Harry screaming, Dudley starts slamming his body into the door in desperation. Petunia watches in horror as the six inch door begins to splinter under the force of his blows. Then with a resounding crack, the door is ripped right off its hinges, snapped in two. Dudley rushes down the stairs only to see Harry unconscious on the ground, his arm bent at an odd angle, covered in bruises and blood with his father standing over him.

With a mighty roar, Dudley rushes at his father and tackles him to the floor. Just as he was about to wrap his hands around his father’s throat, pain suddenly blossomed on the back of his head. He stumbled to his feet as he turned around to see his mother holding a pipe in her hands with tears running down her face.

“Mum?” Dudley stared at her with hurt and confusion. He hears rustling behind him and turns at the sound only to be sent to the ground from another strike to the temple. Dudley lifted his head to see Harry lying motionless on the floor and then he blacked out.

Weeks had gone by since the return of his parents and what terrible weeks they had been. He spent those weeks chained to his bed ever since the one time they let him out he had made a break for the basement toward Harry and they had to knock him out to get him under control again. Every day his mother would bring him meals that she would force him to eat, while only feeding Harry once every three days. Every day his father came into his room to try to force him to admit that Harry had put a spell on him or that his feelings for him are a lie. Every time he refused to do so, his father would try to beat Harry into a confession, though, in the beginning he had a hard time doing so seeing as how he would get burned ever time he touched Harry’s skin.

He has since figured out a way around that and would beat Harry without ever touching him. Every morning he would see that Harry had healed over night, which only server to anger him further and inspire him to beat Harry even harder the next time. Even so, Dudley and Harry refused to break and give in to his demands. This seemed to be the routine until one day Vernon broke it…

Dudley was lying in bed when his father barged into the room, his face red with anger.

“Enough! If you continue to refuse to admit to your lies, I will disown you and kick you out of the house penniless!”

“Go ahead! I don’t bloody well give a damn! I refuse to deny my love for Harry! I’ve done it for nearly 15 years and I won’t do it a second more. I love him, I always have and I always will,” he growled back. As he spoke, something changed in Vernon’s demeanor, his father’s face started to turn purple with rage, his mouth drew back into an ugly snarl, and he had begun to growl. He suddenly lunged forward and slammed his fist into Dudley’s face. Dudley stared up at his father defiantly, blood running from the corner of him mouth, his cheek bruised and starting to swell. Vernon stood by his bed, breathing harshly as he lifted his head and looked him in the eyes.

There was so much hate, anger, and menace in his eyes that the sight of it startled him. Dudley’s body involuntarily tensed when his father finally moved. Vernon, while maintaining eye contact, straightened up and said, “Very well then, from today onward you are no longer my son and you do not exist to me and your mother. You will stay locked in this room, chained to this wall, until you die of starvation and in your own filth.” As Vernon was talking, his eyes had become cold and barren of any emotion and looked at him as though he was something of no significance. He, then, turned and left the room, locking the door behind him.

Dudley laid there on his bed, stunned from having seen such coldness in his father’s eyes. He’s only ever seen that look directed towards Harry and never before had he known what a terrible feeling it was to be looked at with such eyes. He slumped against the headboard in resignation at the thought of Harry. It had already looked like he wasn’t going to be seeing him any time soon and now it was beginning to look like he wasn’t going to see him ever. His father had looked completely serious about him staying in this room until he died, though he should probably stop thinking of him as father.

Harry P.O.V.

It’s been four weeks since the return of Dudley’s parents, four weeks since he’d been trapped in the basement, four weeks since he last saw Dudley. Time had begun to run together, minutes turning into hours, hours to days, and so on. He had only been able to tell apart the days because of the daily morning visits from his dearest uncle and even those had stopped. Now, his days had been filled with damp, musty, peaceful darkness since Vernon’s last visit. This soon had become his norm, that is, until recently.

Lately his body had started feeling weird, tingling and sending out small spurts of magic randomly. The more time that went by, the worse it got. It had even reached to the point where it had begun to sting. Harry looked up towards the ceiling as the sounds of thumping bleed through the floor.

‘Ah, it’s morning,’ Harry though as Vernon walked through the house. Harry spent the day lying in the dark, thinking of Dudley, keeping his mind off the stinging that was steadily increasing as time passed. By the time the house had settle down for the night, Harry had started crying silently at how much it was starting to hurt. As Harry laid there in the dark, the stinging suddenly turned into an excruciating agony the enveloped his entire body. He was in so much pain that he hadn’t noticed that his magic had exploded from his body, cause the whole block to quake, nor had he noticed that he had begun screaming in bloodcurdling pain and that he was not screaming alone.

Dudley P.O.V.

Dudley watched as the clock hit twelve midnight and whispered, “Happy Birthday, Harry…”

It was not a moment after he spoke those words that his body convulsed in pain. He screamed for all he was worth as his body tore itself apart and put itself back together again. He felt his muscles and tendons rip themselves from his bones and reattach themselves to form new muscles. He screamed as his bones began crack and splinter at the speed it was growing, thickening and growing longer, stronger, only to heal over within seconds. The change his body was going through was making him taller, broader, and stronger than he was before.

His mouth had begun to bleed as his teeth ripped his gums growing sharper and larger until his canines overlapped his lips. His screams so became roars as he felt a pain worse than the one he was feeling before explode from his head and back as something tore its way out of his head and back.

“HARRY!” He roars as he rips the chains right out of the wall. Climbing out of the bed, he slams his fist into the door. With one strike the door buckled and broke away from the frame and crashed into the wall across the hallway. He looked up at the sound of a whimper and saw his mother hiding behind his father who had a shotgun pointed at him. Dudley snarled at them as he turned his back on them, they were of no significance, and continued to follow Harry’s sent.

The sound of a gun being cocked caused him to freeze. He slowly looked over his shoulder to see Vernon pointing the gun at him with the safety off and his finger on the trigger. He had begun to growl so loud that the house seemed to tremble from the volume. He appeared behind them and had Vernon in a headlock and his gun in his hand before they could even so much as blink. Dudley threw Vernon down the hall as he crushed the gun into as small a ball as possible.

He let the crushed metal fall from his hands, as he turned to face Petunia, studying her, searching for a weapon that she might use against him before dismissing her all together. Turning away from her, he once again began his search for Harry.

“I’m sorry…” He paused. He turned to see Petunia standing behind him, tears falling freely from her eyes.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered again, “I’m sorry I let this go on for as long as I have. I’m sorry I let him do what did to you. I’m so sorry.”

Dudley stared at her, surprised at her apology, but before he could even respond she whispered, “I don’t expect your forgiveness and I know I don’t deserve it, but I needed you both to know just how sorry I am and that I wish you both the best of everything and good luck.”

He stared at her, even more surprised before he finally smiled at her and gave her a slight nod of acknowledgment and continued down the stairs toward Harry.

His body had begun to tingle; only to grow in intensity the closer he got to Harry. As he reached the door to the basement he threw it open, only to nearly collapse to his knees when the tingle turned into a steady, delicious burn. Stumbling to his feet, he managed to make his way down the stairs towards Harry. When his feet touched the last step he was suddenly overwhelmed by waves of magic before he lost all awareness.

Normal P.O.V.

Dudley fell to his knees, whimpering in response to Harry's moans of pain. Lifting his head to search for Harry, his eyes were nearly all black with just the tiniest ring of blue at the edge. Spotting Harry in the center of the room, he crawled over to him until he was finally able to reach out and take him into his arms. As soon as Dudley's skin came in contact with Harry's their moans changed into something far less painful. Mindlessly both Harry and Dudley tore away the remains of their clothing from one another until they were completely bare to each other.

Then, as if possessed, they collided together in a violent and passionate embrace. Dudley pulled Harry into his lap, wrapping his arms around him. Pressing his nose into Harry's neck, he breathed him in before sinking his teeth into his shoulder. Harry screamed and thrashed but still Dudley would not let go and instead he pinned him beneath his body. Making sure he had a good grip on Harry's shoulder, he lifted Harry's legs out of the way and quickly thrusted into him.

Harry screamed in ecstasy, gripping onto Dudley's back, holding on for dear life. Dudley begins to growl loudly in pleasure as he started to move, swallowing Harry's blood as it filled his mouth. Harry screamed in pain and pleasure as he felt Dudley tear into his body, claiming it as his. As the encounter became more frantic and more intense, Harry's nails grew longer until the turned into talons and were coated in so kind of liquid. He then begun to rake them down Dudley's back, also marking his territory.

Dudley quickly threw out as arm to brace himself at the pleasurable feeling of Harry's claws down back. Suddenly he leaned back, grabbed a hold of Harry's hips with both hands and started thrusting harder and faster as his chest begun to rumble. With each thrust the magic seemed to thicken the air even more, to the point that it had begun to glow and glitter with it. All of a sudden a pressure filled the room before it was abruptly released in an explosion of magic at the same time Harry and Dudley reached their climax together. Then wings of pure light erupted from Harry's back before it slowly faded from sight, sending the room to darkness.
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