Harry Potter Dudley Dursley Novels & Stories

His parents, John and Sarah, had always been a bit concerned about his voracious sexual appetite, but they chalked it up to typical teenage hormones. Little did they know that Harry's insatiable hunger was about to be fed by the most unexpected source – their best friend and neighbor, Sirius Blackwood. Sirius was a handsome man in his early forties, with a chiseled jaw and a wicked gleam in his eye. He was married to James Blackwood, a successful businessman who was often away on long business trips.

William snickered with a smile. It was then that Harry managed to catch a clear glimpse of Darryl, and was shocked so much that he nearly peed his pants! Harry’s cold sweat began trickling down. His godfather had to address Darryl as Second Young Master whenever they met! "The person you want me to beat up is...him?!" Harry confirmed again and asked incredulously. "Yes, it's him!" William yelled. The sight of Harry’s inaction made William’s blood boil, prompting the latter to try punching Darryl immediately!

[*Polyjuice is a potion that appears in Harry Potter Movie, allows the drinker to assume the form of someone else] Dylan flinched. “How do you know the name?” "What?" “That prince called this potion as Polyjuice. But how...?” "Really? Well, I thought I heard him mumbling... about this before. I... don't know." I argued. I can't tell Dylan that the author of this damn novel is plagiarizing the name of a famous potion from a movie, can I? "Don't you need the hair of the person you want to imitate?" “How do you know that too?”

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

Darwin muffled as he stood up from where he was seated. He looked across the table as he signaled me to get up. “And this gathering won’t ever be completed without a proper introduction of our associate, Dumbledore Voldemort. A man who has the entire publicity of Hawaii in his hands!!” He chuckled softly as every board member clapped their hands in unison and in a pretty disorganized manner. I smiled back at Darwin and every other persons that was present. “Oh mine!! I wish I was made his personal assistant.” I heard a lady wished for something funny.

“And I’m sorry about...” “Yes, I’ll come over to braid your hair,” I cut in quickly. “Thank you for bringing it.” I didn’t give him a chance to finish. I shut the door quite fast. “I’ve seen him somewhere,” Duke said, now standing close behind me. “I’m sure you have,” I replied. “He’s Harry Peters. The musician.” Duke tilted his head slightly, thinking. “Yeah, I think we’ve crossed paths before. I just can’t place it.”

“But we’ll have someone else go undercover, or my son will never let us hear the end of it.” I can only nod to that because he’s not wrong on that. As the meeting breaks up, I catch sight of movement through the window, and my attention shifts completely. In the training yard below, Harry, who is now seven and sprouting up like a weed, is sparring with a retired Dylan and three other pack warriors. His movements are confident and he’s no longer the scared little boy who used to have shifting episodes. "Look at him," I murmur, watching Harry duck under Dylan’s swing and counter with a move that would make Wolfgang proud.