Harry Potter Dudley Dursley Novels & Stories

I bit my trembling lip, feeling my legs shaking already but it's a good thing Harry was holding me. "Hey" He whispered, urging me to speak "Hey, just give me a name" "James." I finally blurted out. "James Wilson" "James Wilson" He frowned, thinking. "Dustin's uncle?" He asked, his neck muscle tensing. I nodded affirmatively "Dustin's uncle" With the dangerous, furious look in Harry's ice eyes, I knew if James wasn't dead before then he's dead now.

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.

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.

I slowly open the door calling his name but no answer, the room was dark but eventually I reach a dark staircase. "Anthony" I call out, which makes sounds come from the bottom of the stairs, in a few seconds he appears walking up the stairs a little worried "someone's at the gate and have rang the bell loads" I explain, he puts his hands on my shoulders leading me out the dark room and back into the main part of the house. "Thanks for telling me doll, I'll go check it out" he smiles, making sure he closed the door, just making me wonder what was down there.

" I'm so sorry, Dylan. Dylan is Harry's younger brother. " For what sir? " Harry also died. The call went silent, I let out a sigh for that. " He was one of my best men. We will avenge his death, Dylan. " Yes sir. He says seriously. " Come back here, we'll stay in that house. " Yes, my Sir. We'll go there when we get there. " See you later, Dylan. I turn off my phone and go into my room. I walk to the closet and open the drawer, taking out a small box. " I go back downstairs and see that they arefrom the side from the outside, I head out of the mansion and walk towards them.

His whole being stilled for a minute before turning his head to the right, “Zelda…” Zelda appeared out of thin air and bowed in submission. “Find this lad. I want to know if this is his actual appearance.” He handed the scroll to Zelda. She took it but before she could look at the scroll, Harry spoke. “No need to search… he is at Lord Rovner’s estate.” “Lord Rovner?” Zelda arched a brow. “Duke Cranehorne.” Matthew added, as not many people knew him as Lord Rovner. “Aha… that snob.” Zelda pulled her lips lopsidedly.

Ava looked at the luxurious villa in the distance and could not stop her tears from flowing out. “I want to ask my father face-to-face. Why is he doing this to me? Shouldn’t he pay back what he owes me?” The butler sighed. “Ms. York, the Dudley family has more than one child. Ms. Dudley and Young Master Dudley have been very close since childhood, and they’re extremely popular in the circle both in terms of character and ability. However, after you came back, your reputation has already dragged down the Dudley family.” Ava’s body stiffened, and her lips trembled.

“What is so funny about Harry Potter?” “Do you know how much your mother loves Harry Potter? Those are her books.” She sets the book down and looks at me with disbelief. “No they’re not.” “Ask her. I promise you. I can tell you she is house HufflePuff and her patronus is a wolf. And she knew that before she knew of the magical world.” “Mine is a dog,” she replies and goes back to reading.

He was the only person in her life except for Tobias now and she had started considering him a true friend in such a short timespan. On the other side, Dylan was walking in the dark hallways of the basement, where he knew, the person he despised was held. A smirk was plastered over his face, as he opened the door of a dungeon and stepped inside. Harry turned to look at him, along with another man, whose knuckles were bloodied. “ So? ” He raised his eyebrows at Harry and he stepped aside, revealing a man, sitting on the chair, with his head hanged low and blood oozing out from numerous wounds on his body.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.