I'm not sure who took it worse when the news came, me or everyone else around me. happen sometimes but don't actually grow into anything right?" Are you alright?" It was sort of a lovely thought, that maybe my poor abused family would get a second, and hopefully happier, chance at life. Over? I had a bone to pick with someone if this was the afterlife. This pattern continued for a few more months, of which I grew depressed and lonely with no one to interact with except myself and the walls of my room. My family is cursed. Monster Unless, of course, I I tried to keep count of time as the days went by. I can't really remember what happened after that. But we held together as a family after mother's death. In fact, it may be even Dudley's not breathing!". 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Then came the day that everything changed. was Often times I would hear Vernon and Petunia arguing downstairs. and 638 more users Even from my tiny and small view point I could tell his was grotesquely obese. Father knew his duties, and though he was probably the most hurt out of all of us, he held together. Moth- Two years later she died, leaving me the only remaining member of our family. I was immediately reminded of the fat walrus from the book series Harry Potter. But something about my actual birthday, from my previous life, made itself known when the day arrived. I wasn't sure how long after that it took me to wake but when I did I had immediately realized that all my senses were now crystal clear and sharp. left kudos on this work! She couldn't possibly be For the next year everything seemed back to the way it was. Petunia gave me a tiny smile and hesitantly picked me up. ", I didn't like where this was going. How could they not, Then one day the two entered my room. In my previous life (as I was calling it seeing as how I couldn't be sure that my last life was my first) I hadn't been particularly religious, I wondered to and from various religions neither accepting nor denying the existence of each. Protect Harry. I died on October 31, at my thirty-five years mark, on the day of my birth. I don't actually know when Dudley's birthday is, sometime in spring I would assume. Nothing was the same after that day. This all happened in a matter of seconds. "After all, our son couldn't possibly be some weird. Even before we were born, it could be said that we were all predestined to die of cancer. Am I going insane? ", Often times I would hear Vernon and Petunia arguing downstairs. Life was… Good. Hold Me Tight Lyrics: Hold me tight / And never let me go / Hold me tight / And never let me go / I have waited for / You to come my away / Close the door / And lets not delay / Here we are / Acting exploded from deep within me. We were all glad though, in some ways, because father didn't have the burden of life anymore. I grew up around a large family and I wasn't use to so little human contact. Pure, undiluted The man questioned uncertainly. actually Vernon Dursley. "M-mama…", I heard a small gasp and the once hesitant hands wrapped around me tighter, surer. "It's okay Diddykins, mama's here for you," she cooed into my hair and gave me a firm kiss on the head. Whatever I had done speeded up my development incredibly. Growing up with an opportunist family I resolve to make the best out of being reborn as Dudley Dursley. She died the same way her own father and mother died, she died the same way her grandparents died, the same way her siblings have all died saved for one younger brother. 2. The sound of the bike went out after a few minutes and the sound of silence lasted for several more. By this point my breathing was coming in and out in shallow breaths as I waited in (excitement?) You did say that your sister told you these…, happen sometimes but don't actually grow into anything right?" Please consider turning it on! Petunia And though I probably would've been happier there I was still understandably upset and angry at such a suggestion. I could tell she was one of those overly obsessive organized people or a neat freak. I don't actually know when Dudley's birthday is, sometime in spring I would assume. I felt her shift and look ahead, "Vernon! She took up dad's place as provider and parent for our siblings. that Petunia Dursley. There was another shuffle and exchange of hands and I was once again held against, –my mother's- chest. I'm not sure how and when Vernon found out about the Wizarding world (I'm assuming right before or after the wedding) but they would argue about sending me off to Petunia's sister and her family. He died a peaceful death surrounded by his loving children. She had definite dark bags under her eyes; her hair stuck up in strange places, and her green floral dress was slightly skewed and not perfect. pronounced. I was finishing up college; Teresa refused to let me come back until I did. Something was going down tonight, and if memory served right two wizards would die tonight and a baby would be orphaned. Dudley's not breathing!". Overall, she looked like she hadn't slept in days and had passed out next to my white crib (I noticed that I was in the hospital). Alice made sure I stayed on track and didn't sacrifice my life plans for her. Her voice was the clearest out of everyone I've met to pinpoint because it was shrill and high-pitched. I wiggled and pressed my head into the crook of her neck and made soft baby cries. (collapse), tip: buffy gen teen AND "no archive warnings apply", And I screamed and cried and whined and wondered why I couldn't move and why I couldn't see. Unless, of course, I. dead and this was the afterlife. Her voice cooed to me with a frantic undertone. There was another mumbled reply, this time from Mother. That was all I could get out of my ears even though my parents said it constantly. When I say "bad luck", I don't mean it so literally. The key word is "would've". Vern- Father replied with a chuckle that rumbled through his chest and vibrated my whole body. "Bad luck" is just another way of saying "death" and "grief". I remember seeing in crystal clear detail each little fiber and string of the pastel green carpet around me as everything pulled into slow motion, the sounds of screaming, yelling, shattered glass, and creaking wood all around me before everything went black. That all came crashing down when my doctor said I had two years to live. SIOC!Dudley Parental!Dudley/Harry Currently Gen (later slash, het, femslash) Politics Shenanigans Pureblood family drama etc... Perhaps it was in our genes. But something about my actual birthday, from my previous life, made itself known when the day arrived. "Honey! In fact, it may be even. 4. I looked up at my Chapter 1 I grimaced my baby face, unhappy at the name of my new father. Her shrilled voice rose in a crescendo and to a new pitch. And I thought maybe, just maybe, that I would be the one to break my family curse. And it was fucken cold. was to wake up again. She died three days later with a peaceful smile on her face. It was endlessly frustrating. pronounced. I gurgled happily, trying anything that would please the two with full control over my life. At two or three months I was still developing –and would be for a long time- and had yet to actually hear my new name. with large questioning eyes. Maybe this time it wouldn't be cancer, maybe it be something worse. "You won't do anymore of that abnormal-ness will you? I felt a pang then because I knew she loved me dearly, but I also knew how she and her husband would treat Harry. His tone grew arrogant at the end and he smirked, suddenly sure of himself. I felt her shift and look ahead, "Vernon! I was right. "See Vernon, Dudley wouldn't hurt anyone." My near-blind vision didn't help either, and I couldn't make out anything clearly unless it was less than three inches from my face. How could they not No one could expect less from the beautiful Petunia Dursley. That thought was frightening because this was some unholy type of unpleasantness. I'm not sure if I screamed, Petunia was definitely, but that heat rose and charged and. It made me wonder what else people could trick themselves into believing if they wanted to hard enough. I couldn't help but cry and wail as my natural baby-instincts screamed at me to thrash and throw a fit. When the curse finally takes me I await for death... Until I wake up. This year was no exception. To be completely honest, I was a wreck. Only then did Alice's words ring true. That they were just going to pass of my hurricane of accidental magic off as a one in a million kind of thing. of course." I strained to turn my baby neck towards the side, but a crystal clear picture of, who was undoubtedly, Petunia Dursley, from the Harry Potter movie franchise, greeted me. The obese man was not happy having being interrupted this late at night (and to be honest I would be very angry, and a little more than suspicious). The sheer amount of sound was deafening as the windows shattered all around us. I let myself live for the first time really since college, I started getting back into society. I had a bone to pick with someone if this was the afterlife. "Isn't that right Dudders.". I'd like to say that I handled it and didn't let it pull me down but I would be lying. "Honey? Common dear!" Sometimes what felt like large hands would pick me up, other time I could hear something akin to cooing sounds while my ears still adjusted. Soon you could hear the tell tale sign of a motorbike approaching. I didn't move the entire time; disbelief and shock ran through me. The idea of reincarnation had crossed my mind before. I spent the next who-knows-how-long in perpetual blindness, grasping blindly with my less-than-cooperative hands.

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