Harry Potter: Dudley From LOTM

"That's the Remembrall his oaf of a grandmother sent him," Malfoy scoffed, holding up the small glass ball Neville had dropped. They had all seen Neville unwrap the package at breakfast that morning.

"Give it here, Malfoy," Harry said, his voice low and dangerous.

The nervous chatter on the field died down. Everyone stopped to watch the two boys. Dudley didn't step forward, a flicker of keen interest in his eyes as he observed the unfolding drama.

"What if I say no?!" Malfoy sneered. "I think I'll put it somewhere for Longbottom to find. How about… on a tree? Or better yet, on top of the castle?" He flashed an ugly grin at Crabbe and Goyle, then leaped onto his broomstick.

"If you've got the guts, Potter, come and get it!" he taunted, pushing off the ground and soaring into the air.

Harry, his face a mask of fury, immediately moved to mount his own broom, but Hermione grabbed his arm. "No, you can't!" she shrieked. "Madam Hooch told us not to move! You'll get us all in big trouble!"

But Harry, consumed by righteous anger, shook her off. He was about to chase after Malfoy when a voice, cold and authoritative, cut through the air.

"Malfoy! Get down!" Dudley barked.

The command was imbued with more than just anger. It was an order, backed by the subtle, compelling power of a Beyonder. Malfoy, who had been flying steadily, suddenly flinched as if struck by an invisible force. His broom wobbled violently, completely losing control.

"Ah—" Thump!

With a cry of alarm, Malfoy tumbled from his broom, falling headfirst and landing face-down in the grass. Fortunately, he hadn't been too high, or the fall could have easily broken his neck.

A split second of stunned silence was followed by a roar of unrestrained laughter from the Gryffindor side. Everyone disliked Malfoy, and seeing him so thoroughly humiliated was a joyous occasion. Even a few of the Slytherins couldn't suppress their laughter.

Crabbe and Goyle rushed over and clumsily turned Malfoy over. His face was covered in dirt and grass stains, a pathetic sight that only fueled the Gryffindors' mockery. Malfoy's own face was a mask of pure shock and blankness, as if his entire world had just crumbled around him.

"Hahaha, look at Malfoy!" Ron shouted, unwilling to miss the opportunity. "Some pure-blood wizard! He's a disgrace to pure-bloods, is what he is! Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter!"

Harry, who had already dismounted his broom, couldn't help but laugh along, a feeling of immense satisfaction washing over him.

"Dudley Dursley!" Malfoy shrieked, his voice cracking with rage and humiliation. He had never hated anyone as much as he hated this boy.

"Oh, what's wrong?" Dudley asked, a faint, innocent smile on his face. "I was just reminding you not to fly. After all, Madam Hooch told us not to ride our brooms."

"You… you…" Malfoy sputtered, so angry he could barely breathe. His face was so red it was visible even through the dirt. Consumed by rage, he lost all reason.

"Ahhhh, I'm going to kill you!" he screamed, leaping up and swinging a wild punch at Dudley.

"What are you doing?" Harry and Ron shouted, immediately rushing forward to intervene. Crabbe and Goyle, loyal to a fault, followed suit. A moment of hesitation passed through the Slytherin ranks, then they too surged forward. Not to be outdone, the Gryffindors charged to meet them.

In an instant, the flying lesson devolved into a full-blown brawl, a chaotic mass of flailing limbs and shouted insults.

"Stop it! Stop it quickly, don't fight anymore!" Hermione yelled from the sidelines, but her voice was lost in the din. The fight was no longer about Malfoy or Neville; it was about House pride. "For the glory of Gryffindor!" "For Slytherin!" They absolutely could not lose.

Amidst the chaos, a slight, almost imperceptible smile curved Dudley's lips. I thought there wouldn't be a chance to act, he mused. But look, isn't the chance right here? With a single command and a little provocation, Malfoy had not only fallen into his trap but had dragged both houses in with him. Very good, very good.

Dudley moved through the crowd like a phantom, a blur of controlled violence. He threw a few calculated punches, his blows landing with enough force to make the Slytherin students ache for days, but not enough to cause serious injury. He was "acting," and the role of a Barbarian, an enforcer who used physical persuasion when rules failed, fit him like a glove.

Soon, he reached Malfoy, who was wrestling clumsily with Harry. Harry, though scrappy, was no match for Malfoy's size. But Malfoy, a pampered young master, was equally out of his element, his movements awkward and ineffective.

"You—" Malfoy's eyes widened in terror as he saw Dudley approaching.

Thump!

Without a word, Dudley's fist connected with Malfoy's face.

"Ah!" Malfoy wailed, tears of pain and humiliation streaming down his face.

"That's for showing off!" Thump! "That's for your foul mouth!" Thump! "And that's for insulting me!" Thump! With each sentence, Dudley landed a solid, punishing blow, hitting Malfoy until he couldn't even scream.

Harry watched in horror, a primal fear awakening within him. It was as if he had been transported back in time, back to the days of being bullied by his cousin. He suddenly realized that Dudley's recent gentleness was just a facade. At his core, this boy was a complete and utter Barbarian.

"No… no more hitting," Malfoy whimpered, begging for mercy. He was terrified. This Dudley wasn't a boy; he was a devil.

"Call me Dad!" Dudley commanded, landing another punch.

"Dad, I was wrong!" Malfoy wailed, his voice a pathetic, incoherent mumble. "I was really wrong!"

"Louder!"

"I WAS WRONG, DAD!" Malfoy screamed, his voice cracking.

Dudley stopped. He glanced around, calculating the time. It was about right. Time to finish this. He elegantly wiped the blood from his knuckles onto Malfoy's robes, then offered the beaten boy a harmless, friendly smile.

"I don't have such an unfilial son," he said, kicking Malfoy away. He turned to Harry. "Let's go," he said calmly. "The teachers will be here soon."

Harry swallowed hard, looking at his cousin. A chilling dread, cold and sharp, made his scalp tingle.

(End of Chapter)

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