Harry Potter Dudley Dursley Novels & Stories

There and then, she knew that a new bond had been formed. •• For non-potterheads, Fluffy is a three-headed dog that guards the trap door leading to the sorcerer's stone. And if you've only watched the movies and haven't either of the books, WYD?🙄😒 If you have neither read nor watched the HP Movies, we can't be friends 😒 Anyway, back to the new ship 😈 Musnoor, Limnoor, Limhud? 😂 Tables are about to be shooked, 😈 who's ready?

“He’s a new initiate. Very powerful and is from the Ancient Draconic bloodline. He has become the favorite initiate of Elder Erik.” “I know him! His name is Dudley Langstaff and I heard that he holds quite an important status in the Beast Peak.” “This guy is a battle machine. No one can defeat him at all! That’s how strong he is!”

"Well, well, well and who do we have here?" A voice asked from the dark. "Hello Summer or should I call you Niece?" The voice added. . . . "Do you know my dad?" Summer asked, staring at the strange man who called her niece. "Of course yes, infact we were brothers." Lord Voldemort muttered, finally coming down from his throne revealing his handsome but evil face. "Really, so you knew Mr Jerald?" Dorian asked as the man cold gaze fell on him.

When I spun my head behind my back, I found Peter Dursley, Alpha's business partner, standing close to me. "Good morning, Mr. Dursley." He flashed an incomprehensible grin as his gaze shifted to the flame with a pot of water and pasta, "Wow, Pasta! It's my favorite just like you." He winked leaving my wish unanswered. I just faked a smile as I hesitantly looked at his shoes, "Is there anything I can help you with, Mr. Dursley?" he nodded positively. "I am very thirsty, Aurora and I assume only you can help me with it." He said.

Again, I heard Aunt Rose say: "Harry has been in prison for two years. You don't even know about his past? No one in this area knew how he was in the Cerberus Guild that day. Who would have hired that gypsy guy if it weren't for Miss Fortune, his mother's friend? The tattoo of a three-headed dog is still on his body. People will recognize and remember his biography no matter where he goes! Fortunately, he doesn't love you. To be honest, I disagree that you love him!" When Aunt Rose said that, she turned her head to look around. Terry was afraid of being seen by her, so he turned and hurried up the stairs, not expecting Harry to be standing upstairs looking at him. The whole story that Aunt R

Dudley clears his throat and opens his mouth to speak, but before he has the chance Zayne backhands Dudley’s throat causing Dudley to choke on the words stuck in his throat and gasp for air. Grace lets out a small giggle and for a moment all our attention is on her. She straightens her smile and part of me wonders how much of a spell she’s under, maybe she’s pulling her own game here. Afraid to give away my suspicions, I advert my eyes back to Dudley who’s become red in the face from excessive coughing. “You stupid dog, Dudley is not in charge. I am.” At that Dudley lifts his eyes up at Zayne, his expression a mix of anger and defensiveness, though unable to speak his mind.

My voice was very low with sad cracks. "I'm gonna teach him a lesson" Harry mumbled so low that it took me seconds to grasp his words and when I did, he was already on his feet, turning towards the door to leave. My eyes went wide and I quickly rose from the bed. "No, baby, don't go" My words were rushed. I knew Harry would kill Dustin. "Why? That son of a bitch deserves to be beaten blue and black" I knew it. I knew Harry was just gonna kill Dustin.

I kept wondering who'd captured his heart. He beamed, extending a hand. "I'm Harry, Kyle's cousin. Nice to meet you... officially." His warm smile and open demeanor contradicted the harsh Harry I knew. I hesitated, unsure how to respond. His hand lingered, awaiting my handshake. I stared at him, bewildered. Does he have memory loss?? Why this sudden warmth? He pocketed his hand, his smile unwavering. "Call me DK. I hate being called Harry." His eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Are you mute?" he teased, concern etched on his face.

Thug One nods his dark, closely cropped head. “Dandridge is coming with us,” he says in a deep voice that one would expect from someone his size. Harry slowly lowers the bat and takes two steps in my direction. I keep my pepper spray trained on him because he’s still got the bat. The buckets of sweat dripping off Harry’s face are telling and there’s a good chance he might pee his pants any second. His willy is still hanging out and this is not something I care to see.

The group of men filter behind the grizzly bear in front of us. Gee-gee lets out an over exaggerated laugh. “Oh, I’M SORRY, I must be misunderstanding you. Did you just call your FUTURE QUEEN a mud-blood?” Before he can respond she continues. “What is this? Fucking Harry Potter?” The man sniffs his nose before spitting on the ground in front of me. “She’s no future Queen of mine.” The men behind him yell out their agreement. I take a step closer to the man and give him a sinister smile. “What is your name, sir?” I bat my eyes at him.