1995/1996. Dudley thought things couldn't get worse after the Dementor Attack. True, he hadn't had his soul sucked out, but now he's experiencing strange dreams and struggling to keep a grip on reality.
When the Dursleys arrive to pick up Harry from King's Cross Station after his fourth year at Hogwarts, Dudley is approached by one Molly Weasley, who seems intent on addressing the 'incident' from last summer.
Vernon and Petunia are away on a work retreat, where no children are allowed. Harry is sent packing off to a summer camp and Dudley is stuck with his favourite neighbour, Mrs Figg.
Harry's home for Christmas holidays in fourth year and the three Dursleys, plus one Potter, decide to go out for a meal. Too bad, Dudley's on his diet.
A short conversation between Dudley and his primary school teacher, reveals a harsh truth about the dynamics between Dudley and his younger cousin, Harry.
ABANDONED. One minute, Dudley Dursley is the unproclaimed King of Privet Drive. The next, he is the grovelling Muggle under Bellatrix Lestrange's control. (I would love to continue this, but do require help. Anyone wanting to see this fic off of the ground, please pm me.)