Harry Potter Dudley Dursley Novels & Stories

After parting the curtain a little in an unnoticeable manner, Harry peeped to see if he could recognise anyone. At first, all he could see were three teenage boys in a hoodie. Later when he began to pick words from the conversation, he realised there was only a masculine in the trio; the others appeared to be feminine. This was vindicated when one pulled her hoodie off her head, and shaked her hair. It was a short bub, and Harry couldn't remember where he'd seen this person, but he was sure the face was familiar — he just couldn't place it right.

I said wondering when or what I have done to have soiled my reputation here. "You know just like the way lord voldermort marked Harry potter and he was taken to his uncle place when he was still a child but was still the talk of the town in his real realm and was later introduce to his real realm when he was of age". I look at him in confusion, how does harry potter relate with my reputation been soiled.

“Actually, it’s Victoria, but everybody’s always called me that since I were a babby.” “I’m Colin, and this is Maurice.” “Hello, ladies.” Maurice smiled inanely. I looked over to our fifth member, who was walking a few steps behind us with his hands behind his back and a tremendous interest in the sky. “What about you? Got a name?” “Dudley Fenderson III.” The voice that came out of his mouth was so posh, it sounded like the sort of voice you put on to mock posh people. He was tall, had a receding hairline even though he couldn’t be more than nineteen or twenty, and no chin to speak of, so he definitely could be a member of the aristocracy. Or he had chosen this new stage to reinvent himself.

If I did, your family would already have ceased to exist. Dudley took a deep breath and pointed at Calix as he said, "Mr. Sebastian, if what you say is true, then how do you explain what you did to his lower abdomen that day?" Even though Dudley knew he couldn't win, he was determined to bring justice for his grandson. That was the kind of courage that he ought to have, as the head of one of the Eight Great Families of Draepolis.

" With that, Harry shakily grabbed his phone from his pocket and dialled a number. As soon as the call was connected, he began howling into the phone, "Mom! Hurry up and come to Spencer Corporation! They broke my leg! I'm going to have to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair now!" Willow, on the other end of the line, immediately blew up when she heard that. "What? Who broke your leg? Tell me! I'm going to kill him!" "It was Douglas! That bastard Dougass was the one who beat me up and broke my leg!" Harry roared into the phone.

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

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.

Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.

Drake says, trying to keep a straight face. “My son showed me the movies, and what can I say, I’m hooked. I even took the Quiz on Potter and it turns out I’m a Slytherin. Who would have thunk it?” Grace replies. “That explains so much.” Lydia mumbled under her breath, “If you loved the movies, you should read the books. They’re amazing, and they left out one of my favorite characters, Peeves. And I just feel like they didn’t portray Ginny very well in the movies. Like not only is she beautiful, but she’s also extremely smart, and an incredible dueler. She had a crush on Harry when they first met at the train station, and she’s been in love with him since he rescued her from the Basilisks, bu