The Dursley Descendent by krumflies11392
Chapter Notes: JKR owns this! Again, I thank phenioxsong22 for her awesome help. Also FYI, this chapter takes place eleven years after the previous one. Enjoy!
“Just because it’s your birthday tomorrow, doesn’t mean I have to be nice to you or do anything for you,” thirteen year old Shawn stated to his younger brother, as Stanley opened a birthday card, lying on the kitchen table.
“Why not?” Stanley asked. “Can’t you be nice to me for once ?”
“Will you boys stop your yapping and help me set the table? Your father will be home soon and he’s had a rough day at work,” their mother, Alberta, said as her sons stopped arguing and entered the small kitchen to gather silverware and napkins.
Moments later, Dudley walked in the door with an exhausted face. He slumped through the door and dropped his brown briefcase at the door.
“Hi honey,” Alberta said cheerfully from the kitchen, and walked up to him, giving Dudley a kiss on his fat cheek.
“Work was horrible,” Dudley sighed as he plopped down on the couch. “Mr. Gregors gave me twice the amount of paperwork tonight and the company is going downhill.” He let out a long sigh and cocked his head back to see his son’s upside-down face in front of him.
“Hi Dad,” Stanley said, plopping his skinnier body next to Dudley.
“Hey Sport,” Dudley replied, putting an arm around him, forgetting about his dreadful day at work. “Did you do well on your math test today?”
“Er…I think, well I tried my best, I really did Dad,” Stanley said, hoping his father would accept his response, knowing the test was trickier than he was expecting.
“Son, as long as you did your best, your old man is proud,” Dudley said. He sniffed the air. “Is that spaghetti?” he asked and got up and walked to the kitchen. Shawn sat at the table, writing on his hand with a blue pen.
“Hey son, how was school?” he asked, bending down to see what Shawn was scribbling on his arm.
“Boring, as usual,” he murmured, distracted at what he was drawing.
“You’re going to have to wipe that off before school tomorrow,” Dudley said, but Shawn didn’t respond. Dudley gazed at him- dressed in baggy jeans and a torn t-shirt. He was once the perfect child, until Stanley was born, and Shawn couldn’t accept him. Ever since, Shawn never played with Stanley nor liked him at all. He made friends with some kids Dudley himself were not fond of, and Shawn was never the same since.
“You teenagers are getting weirder every minute,” he said and turned to sit down. As he did, Alberta put down a large plate of spaghetti in front of his watering mouth.
“Stanley, time for dinner,” she called to Stanley across the room. Stanley got up and headed to the table as Alberta sat down.
“I can’t wait ‘till tomorrow, cause it’s my birthday!” Stanley sang with a funny tune. “When do I get to open the presents?” he asked.
Alberta took a sip of her beverage. “Probably when Dad gets home from work,” she said.
“Aww… man,” Stanley said with disappointment as he took a bite of his meatball.
After dinner, Stanley headed to Shawn’s room to play with the Playstation. In the middle of his race, Shawn came into the room.
“Get off my Playstation!” Shawn exclaimed when he saw Stanley sitting in front of his television, fidgeting at the buttons on the controller.
“Why?” Stanley said in a whiny voice as he paused the game. “Just one race, please? I’ll be off in ten minutes!”
“No!” Shawn shouted without thought or hesitation. “It’s mine! Get off!” and he pushed Stanley. Frightened Stanley let go of the controller as flames burst into his demon-brother’s eyes.
“Now GET OUT!” Shawn shouted so loud that television shook. Stanley sprinted out of the room like a mouse being chased by a hungry cat. He ran into his room next door and locked the door behind him. He sat on his bed, shaking, as he did every time Shawn bullied him. Yet, in him was a tiny flame of revenge starting to grow as he lay down and fell fast asleep.
The next day, Stanley woke with the Saturday sun in his eyes. He could smell his favorite, eggs and bacon, frying downstairs. He got up and washed his face in the bathroom. Heading downstairs, Stanley spotted his father, reading the newspaper and sipping some coffee.
“Dad!” he exclaimed from the staircase, “I thought you were working today!”
“Nope,” Dudley said, as he let the newspaper down, showing a grinning face. “I took the day off to be here for your birthday!”
“Happy Birthday, sweetie,” Alberta said, giving Stanley a kiss.
“Thanks, Mum,” Stanley replied and sat down at the round, wooden table next to his father.
“REALLY? YOU’RE STAYING?” Stanley exclaimed with excitement. “Does this mean I get to open my presents after breakfast?”
Alberta and Dudley eyed each other and nodded. “Sure,” they both replied.
Stanley, filled with bubbling excitement, sat down and dug into his fried eggs and greasy bacon. Shawn drifted down the staircase as Stanley got up to get some salt.
Alberta, noticing that Shawn would never acknowledge his brother unless forced to, muttered to him, “Shawn, what do you say to your brother?” She looked at Shawn with his messy dark-brown hair and scrappy pajamas.
“What?” he said clueless, half-awake.
“Your brother’s birthday?” Alberta finished.
“Oh yah right,” Shawn said. “Happy birthday, whatever,” he said dully, as he slumped
down into the chair.
Stanley, slightly disappointed, tuned back to his plate and gobbled down the rest of his breakfast.
“Can I open my presents now?” Stanley asked, wide-eyed and filled with butterflies.
“Sure,” Dudley replied. He slowly got up and stumbled to the couch. Alberta cleaned his plate and joined him along with sleepy Shawn. Stanley sat at the fireplace, looking at the presents neatly wrapped at his side. He picked up the first one and opened the card. Then, he tore the paper off the gift, revealing a new set of wrist, elbow, and knee pads.
“Thanks,” Stanley said, confused why they got him pads when he only had a bike. He continued to the next gift. Behind the paper, was a new helmet- silver with a blue strip across the top.
“Thanks,” Stanley said again. Don’t I already have a helmet? he thought but realized his helmet was getting a little too small for his head.
He grabbed the last gift, shaped like a rectangle and opened it. His eyes bulged at the sight of the box.
“A SKATEBOARD!” he exclaimed with excitement. He gazed at it, silver and blue, matching his new helmet perfectly. “THANK YOU!” Stanley exclaimed with joy and ripped open the box to pull the new skateboard out. He stood up and put his feet down on the board. He gazed at it in awe. “Dad, let’s go test it!” Stanley said, and he rushed out the front door as Dudley, Alberta, and Shawn followed. Stanley started balance on the skateboard and pushed off slowly as his father approached him.
“Don’t forget these, son,” he said, handing Stanley the new pads and helmet. Anxious, Stanley quickly put them on with out further delay. He balanced himself on the skateboard and pushed off down the inclined driveway.
He was a natural at the skateboard. The driveway was no challenge for him. He started to ride in the street and on the sidewalks. He came back from his “routine” and cheers from his parents sounded his ears with joy. Dudley and Alberta than went inside, but Shawn stayed just to interrogate Stanley.
“Wow, I’m actually pretty good,” Stanley said, rolling down the driveway, amazed at his naturalness.
“Yah, right,” Shawn said with a yawn. “Like you call yourself good? Man, Grandma Petunia can do better,” he snickered, showing his jealousy for his younger brother.
“I doubt you can do better!” Stanley fought back and kicked his skateboard towards Shawn. Shawn got on the board and slid down the driveway.
“WOAH!!!” Shawn screamed, moving his arms through the air to try to balance himself. Then, with a crash, he tripped over the curb, landing on his hands. Stanley giggled at the sight of brother spread-eagled.
Shawn got up, anger raging through him like hot lava, and punched Stanley right in the nose.
“OWWWW!” Stanley cried, falling down onto the pavement. His parents, hearing the scream, rushed out the door as blood began to pour out of Stanley’s bruised nose.
“What happened?” Alberta shrieked, seeing tears drip from Stanley’s tender eyes and blood running out of his nostrils, spilling on his pajamas.
Dudley saw Shawn’s hand clenched in a fist and a face full of satisfaction at the other end of the driveway.
“WHAT DID YOU DO TO STANLEY?” Dudley roared, and everything went dead silent.
“He punched me,” Stanley cried, as tears leaked out of his red eyes.
“He made fun of me because I fell off the skateboard,” Shawn fired back, clenching his teeth.
“I just giggled,” Stanley said with tears in his eyes. Alberta came back with a tissue to stop Stanley’s nose bleed.
“He’s such a jack- ,” Shawn began but Dudley yelled before Shawn finished.
“Shawn, you are WAY TOO VIOLENT AND MEAN to your brother!” He roared so loud, the birds in the trees flew away with fright. “THIS MUST STOP! ALRIGHT?” Dudley took a breath and talked quietly, “Now, apologize to your brother.”
“No,” Shawn said sternly.
Dudley almost slapped Shawn across the face, but Alberta’s hand on his shoulder calmed him. “Then go up to your room until you decide to apologize to Stanley.” Shawn marched upstairs as Dudley followed. Just as Shawn was about to slam the door, Dudley ripped the cords from the Playstation out of the wall and tossed it out of his room.
Shawn stood speechless, but realizing there was nothing he could do, he slammed the door in his father’s face. Dudley hobbled down the stairs back outside.
“Well, now that he has no Playstation, I think he will learn from his mistake,” Dudley said with satisfaction.
“Come here, honey,” Alberta said, and she helped Stanley up. “Sweetie, can you get Stanley’s skateboard?”
Dudley nodded, grabbed the skateboard, and proceeded into the house following Alberta and Stanley. Alberta helped Stanley to the bathroom to retrieve another tissue.
Five minutes later, Shawn couldn’t take it anymore. He marched downstairs with loud stomping sounds and Dudley, Alberta, and Stanley tuned to see him with a tightened face. He approached Stanley and forcefully muttered, “I’m sorry I punched you.”
Stanley could tell he was lying through his semi-yellow teeth, but blurting it out would only cause more turmoil on his birthday. He forced the words “okay” out of his mouth.
“Now, let’s be a nice happy family again,” Dudley said. “Oh, Stanley, you have some mail.”
Stanley turned and grabbed the letter. “I bet it’s from Uncle George,” Stanley said, as he opened the envelope. To his surprise, there was no card, but a letter on crème stationary.
He unfolded it.
“Well,” Dudley encouraged. “Read it to us.”
Stanley read the first line:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Neville Longbottom
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Dursley,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.