Finally getting around to posting these.. yay
Title: Under the StairsFandom: Harry Potter. I think this is fairly obvious..
Characters: Harry freaking Potter, Dudley Dursley
Word Count: 607
Authors note: Well.. second fanfic I've written. Still working on my first one.. Oh wells.. enjoy :3
Uncle Vernon and his wife had gone out for the night. Leaving Harry alone with Dudley, which never really turned out well for anyone. Harry was but only a child, whom hated his cousin relentlessly. The two never got along, never could find any leeway in their relationship.
He isn’t like me, he would think to himself often. I don’t see why he has to bother me. Just because he has no friends of his own.
As of late, his cousin had gotten far crueler in his tortures to the young wizard. His only safe haven was his tiny little room, if you can even call it that. The Dursley’s never did want the Potter kid in their household, so they had given him a horrible space of his own to show who was really in power. They also knew something the boy didn’t, and didn’t do such a good job keeping it a secret. They never told him, but it was fairly obvious they were hiding something from him.
Harry had been fiddling with the lights’ chain, when he heard the familiar thump, thump, thump down the stairs. Groaning, he prepared himself for the hell he was about to have to endure. Again.
Minutes passed, and no knock was heard on the door. Harry could certainly feel the presence of the older boy standing beyond wall, but for some odd reason, he would not reveal himself. Opening the door, he peered out. Sure enough, Dudley stood there, but with an expression Harry had never seen on the boy before.
He looked about to say something, only to turn away, blushing. Harry raised an eyebrow and kept silent, still slightly shocked to see Dudley like this.
“I-I need your advice... P-Potter.” He stammers. “H-Harry?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. What’s the matter?”
“Well, you see, I have this friend.”
“You have friends? Bloody hell, who knew?”
Dudley shot a glare in his direction.
“Sorry. Continue.”
“Okay. So my friend is really depressed, and will not leave his room very often. He just locks himself up all the time, never coming out. Even when his…” he hesitates. “His guardians call him out.”
“Where are you going with this?”
“Well.. he’s not such a bad guy, right? He just thinks so lowly of himself. I’m not all that close with him, but I want to have a better friendship with him.”
Harry just stares blankly at him. For once in his life, he’s seeing a vulnerable, concerned Dudley Dursley. His forehead is in a knot, and he looks genuinely sad.
“Blimey, just talk to him more. Maybe if you just reach out to him, he’ll open up?” He thinks to himself for a moment. “Just, for the love of God, don’t suffocate the chap.”
Suddenly, Dudley’s face is full of excitement, and he’s acquired a huge grin on his face.
“What is it?”
“Harry! Let’s go to the arcade!”
“Why would I go to the arcade with you of all people?”
“Whaaat… I thought you told me to reach out to help my friend.”
“Wait.. that was me?” Harry asks incredulously.
“Well, like you said. I don’t have any other friends, right?”
“I-I guess.”
“Alright! Let’s go!” Dudley says, bounding out of room under the stairs, to go get ready.
“Blimey, what have I gotten myself into…” Harry mumbles to himself.
This new friendship he held had both its good, and bad, aspects to it. For one, he wasn’t alone anymore; his room had become their rendezvous point to talk. But he had also lost all his privacy in his one special place away from the whole world.