Harry Potter Dudley Dursley Novels & Stories

"Don't say that you're just a bunch of idiots. You even can't answer such an easy question." Dudley's face washed out with anger, but he didn't reply to Alex. Dudley instead used his elbow to poke one of his men in the stomach instead of answering. It was apparent that Dudley Baker was too much of a coward to speak directly. "Um, you see, Sir. Uh, we—we're looking for a girl." Dudley's men, overflowing with confidence until now, said in trembling voices. "Then?" "Eh? Th-then, we found one of these shoes near your room. So we thought that maybe she was hiding around here and—"

The spawn of the evil deceased Dark Lord, ruler of the Underworld. “Hmmm, now where did you hide the little Dark Lord?” He murmured, and the scene changed. Suddenly, a series of loud knocks slammed against the greenhouse door, sharp and abrupt, making Ron yelp and jolt back. The ladle clattered against the edge of the cauldron and the images vanished with a hiss, melting back into a bland swirl of violet mist. Ron groaned, shoulders slumping. Now he had to perform the spell all over again. Just who was it that was ruining his progress? He nearly found out where the Dark Lord was kept when he was a baby.

Even on the days the director’s temper was at its worst, Ben would quietly pull the smaller kids behind him. And then I was taken in by the Walters and the fire happened. I scrolled to the name attached to the photo and paused. James Dudley? That’s his name now? My fingers moved fast, pulling up every public record I could access through the family’s secure networks. James Dudley. Owner of a small café on the far side of the city…roughly a three-hour drive from the estate if traffic cooperated. Married. No children listed yet. Clean enough surface records that most people would never dig deeper.

“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.

said a warm voice. Harry looked up at a man who was older than him and, more importantly, as tall as him. The stranger was a dark-haired man with brush-cut hair and chocolate eyes that sparkled with kindness. He extended his hand in greeting, and Harry was almost relieved to meet a friendlier person after his brief exchange with the Mad One. "I'm Beta Duncan," he chirped. Harry's eyes widened at this, and then a genuine smile played across his lips. "Alpha Black's second-in-command," the young wolf said, looking at Duncan with admiration.

Unexpectedly, the room was opened, causing Dolly and Natasha to be slightly startled by the invader. As Harry entered the ward, Dolly's eyes narrowed and her face contorted into a look of anger. She stood up from her chair and glared at him, her hands on her hips. "What are you doing here?" she spat hotly, her voice laced with fury. Harry looked taken aback by Dolly's sudden outburst. Then, he looked down at his feet and replied to her quietly, "I'm here to see Taylor, my son." Dolly scoffed in incredulity and shook her head. "After three months? You haven't even bothered to come and see him since Scarlet's death. How heartless can you be?" she exclaimed.

she said, pressing her forehead on the car window. “School principal? Mrs. Castelo? Arnold? Does anyone ring a bell to you?” I snarled, hating how I ended up having a wife. “Oh, Arnold, the bully,” She lifted an eyebrow as she turned to me. “Yeah, I remember Dudley Dursley. Why?” “Who?” My forehead creased, thinking about where I heard his name. “Dudley Dursley, Harry Potter’s obese and insolent cousin. What about him? Them?” She asked again.

Happy, was always singing, usually at the top of his voice, and he told terrible jokes, his real name was Harry. Bashful was the youngest, only just eighteen and shy, not used to the rough world of the miners, his name was Ben. Doc was the first aider for all the miners, he was conscientious and always studying, he wanted to become a ‘proper’ Doctor one day, his given name was Darwin. and finally the last of them was the innocent, easygoing Dopey, he was a gentle, friendly lad with mild learning difficulties, a willing hard worker who just needed a little extra help to be shown what he had to do, his real name was Dave and the others protected him fiercely.