Beware of the Fat Muggle In Love

-------------Beware of the fat muggle in love prt 2. Off to Hogwarts.---------

Monday morning, 6 o’clock in the morning to be precise.

The Dursleys were running around, frantically, getting ready for work.

Aunt Petunia was packing Dudley’s things in his black backpack.

"Harry!!! Make breakfast!!" she screamed at the top of her voice as she stuffed Dudley’s pen case in one of the side pockets of the backpack.

Uncle Vernon was in the bathroom, shaving, in his underwear and a starch-white tank top that was at least two sizes too small for a man with his body. He suddenly slipped with the razor and cut himself on his chin.

"AAARRGH!!!! DAMN IT!! HARRY!!" he screamed and was just about to blame Harry when he saw Neville walking by fully clothed and with his hair neatly combed and nothing but a small bag hanging over his shoulder.

Uncle Vernon got curious. When Neville arrived two weeks ago, he was wearing completely different clothes and he had always had a new getup every morning. Where did he keep all his clothes?

"Er...Neville?" he said.

"Yes?"

"You had a lot of clothes with you when you came here."

"Well, yes of course. You can't stay away from home for two weeks without some gear. It's not a good idea to," Neville said smiling widely.

"Erh..yes. You're right," said Uncle Vernon while wiping his bleeding chin with a towel.

"But I never saw you bring more than that bag of yours. And that can't possibly contain so much clothes."

"Oh yes it can. It's a gift from Hermione." Neville kept smiling.

"What's a Hermione?" asked Uncle Vernon stupidly.

"She's a friend from school but Harry knows her better."

Uncle Vernon looked very surprised. Harry was knowing a girl his own age? But knowing Harry he was probably using her for his own pleasure. Scandalous! He thought to himself.

"Are you telling me that Harry has a girlfriend?" he said with a suspicious look on his face. Neville misunderstood him and thought he just meant a female friend, not girlfriend girlfriend.

"Well, yes," he said. "Almost everyone at Hogwarts has a girlfriend. Except some of the boys in the Slytherin-house. They're always together but if that's how they like it it's fine with me." Neville shrugged and walked downstairs to the kitchen.

Uncle Vernon stood completely still, unable to grasp what Neville had said.

Everyone at that damned freak school was practically having orgies all the time.

And there were Homo’s out in the open, probably fornicating all day long.

And worst of all, Harry was taking advantage of some girl.

If people would find out about this they would all be labelled as sexfreaks and would never be able to show their faces again.

At the kitchen table, only Harry and Neville were talking.

Uncle Vernon had told Aunt Petunia about what Neville had told him.

They were both staring at Harry and Neville with fury mixed with disgust in their eyes. Dudley were staring aimlessly at Neville and was for the first time in his life not eating the food that was served in front of him.

He had a plan. If he could get on that train that would take Harry and Neville to Hogwarts he could be with Neville all the time.

That was pretty much it.

He hadn’t thought at all about any of the possible consequences of such a stunt.

He would most likely be sent home again and reprimanded by his parents.

That he could take, so he decided to go through with it.

"Oh dear, look at the time! We'd best be off unless we want to miss the train!" said Neville. That woke everyone up from his or her thoughts and everyone started to panic again.

"Have you packed all your things, Neville?" asked Harry. Uncle Vernon got curious again and asked Neville about where all his stuff was.

"I've got it all here, in my Bottomless Bag of course. Let's see. I've got my clothes, my robes, my wand, all twelve schoolbooks, pencils and stuff. Hey! I hadn’t forgotten my Remembrall after all! I think that’s all, not counting my candy, Bertie Botts every flavour beans, chocolate frogs, butter bees and a whole pack of levitating fudge-filled caramel-eyeballs." Uncle Vernon’s jaw dropped.

"Are you sure that's it?" he said with sarcasm.

"Oh yeah, don't forget Trevor, my toad."

Later that morning the Dursleys were seeing Harry and Neville off at the train station. They ran into Ron and Hermione ten minutes before departure.

Ron was dragging a huge trunk that had fallen off Hermione’s trolley.

"Oh, hello, Harry! Hi, Neville, how are you?" Hermione had dropped everything and had run over to say hi.

She was rambling on about what she had done over the summer and got everyone really confused.

"Excuse me, young lady. But who are you?" asked Aunt Petunia.

"Hermione Granger, pleased to meet you. And you are?" she said as politely she could. Uncle Vernon’s face turned deep red in anger when he realised that she was the girl that Harry "was taking advantage of".

"Oh so you're the one!" he said. "You're the one who Harry's been raping for all these years!!"

"Excuse me? Raping?? What are you talking about??" Hermione said.

It didn’t take long before Hermione, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were in a very loud and angry "conversation" about the subject.

Ron, Harry and Neville were trying to break them up but with absolutely no effect what so ever.

This was Dudley’s chance. He snuck over to the large trunk and quickly jumped into it, closing it and praying it would work.

Praying that he would spend more time with Neville.

"...AND I HOPE THAT BOOT STAY’S UP THERE FOR AN ETERNITY!!!" screamed Hermione as she grabbed Harry and Neville by their arms and pulled them away towards the train. Ron dragged the trunk, with Dudley inside, as fast as he could to catch up.

They said goodbye to Mrs Weasley and joined Ginny, Fred and George through the brick wall that lead onto platform nine and three-quarters.

As usual the platform was filled with people saying goodbye to each other and carrying heavy bags.

Lee Jordan was showing off his huge spider again to a crowd of younger students.

Apparently it could transfigure itself into a severely cute and cuddly kitten in order to fool its prey.

"Too bad it only works on small children." said Lee. All the fascinated first-years around him suddenly seemed to have vanished.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville got on the train and left their luggage to be put in the luggage cart. Dudley was everything but comfortable but he couldn’t think of anything else than being together with Neville.

So he shut up and, after an hour or so, fell asleep.

Dudley woke up from the sound of a rather loud steam whistle and shortly came to the conclusion that the train had reached it's destination; Hogwarts school of magic and wizardry.

He couldn’t help but feel a bit curious about the school, but it wasn’t his first priority. Neville (and his hot body) was.

He heard a rugged, deep voice outside the trunk.

"...Why can' Dumbledore 'ire some help for thes? Evry year I get te the Sortn' Ceremny late. After'all I'm a teacher too now," the voice said in a slightly irritated tone.

Then the trunk with Dudley inside rocked roughly and slammed against something.

"There's the last one, Hagrid," said a somewhat low voice.

"And you shouldn’t complain. You are the care of magical creatures teacher only because Albus gave you a break. You don't have any education what so ever while I am quite qualified for the Defence against Dark Arts position, but is still stuck with stupid Potions. So you should really count your blessings. Now hurry up or we'll both be late for the Sorting Ceremony."

"Alreigth, quit yer whinin' Snape. I'm on my way."

Suddenly Dudley saw small purple stars all around him and felt a weird sensation in his stomach. Then the trunk seemingly fell down from somewhere and gave out a loud thud as it hit the ground.

Dudley waited and listened for fifteen minutes before he opened the trunk and sat up. He looked around and was utterly confused. He had expected to still be in a train station but when he looked out in the darkness he realised he was in a dormitory. He got out of the trunk and stretched his body.

It was very cosy with six beds, three on each side, facing each other; carved in oakwood with gold and red-brown drapes all around them.

When he looked closer he saw that there were nametags on them too.

"Seamus, Dean, Lee, Ron, Harry... Oh so this is where Harry sleeps when he's here. But where is...yes there! Neville." he said interested.

He touched Neville’s sheets and pillow as if he was touching Neville himself.

He smelled the fabric to see if they still smelled like him.

It didn’t; it had recently been washed and smelled like raspberry candy.

"Did you see that short first-year Slytherin with the buzzcut?"

Dudley spun around and looked towards the door.

Someone was coming up the stairs.

--------To be continued in part 3; Confessions and Consequences-----