Reborn In A Harry Potter Universe - 4 What is Considered Normal

” Mama, mama, mama”

“Yes Dudley darling.”

“Book.”

“Yes dear”

Two weeks have passed since I woke up as Dudley and I could see why the original turned out the way he was.

Even at this age, I was spoiled rotten. I was given everything I wanted when I threw a little tantrum. The toy on tv, I cry a little and I get, the expensive action figure I saw an ad of, I use the same strategy and I get. With this amount of pampering, I would have been surprised, if the original did not have a superiority complex growing up.

I am happy to have parents in this life even if they are not the best ones and mistreated a certain boy-who-lived.

I think I am acting my age because even though I have all my previous life’s memory, it is like the emotions associated with them are muted. The memories I currently have is blurry and hard to think about.

I have a theory about that. I believe this is due to my age as my brain is not familiar with these sorts of emotions and memories. I also think my brain can only process some of my emotions and my synapses have not made the correct connections to make my memories and emotions clearer and easier to control. It will come back when I grow up, right, maybe. I hope so?

Petunia POV:

“My Dudleykins looks so handsome when he makes his face like that. I hope he becomes as big and strong as his father.” I thought as I continue to observe him looking to the ceiling.

“Now I have to go take care of the freak now. Because of him, I’m losing spending time with my Diddy” with this thought in mind as I walk down the stairs to the crib to take care of the freak.

Dudley POV:

I think I can use magic or at least internal magic. Ever since I ‘woke’ up, I’ve been sensing a strange energy within me and every time I try to bring it out, it’s like something is blocking it.

I guess the theory that squibs have magical powers but it can’t utilized is true after all. “But I am not a spuib. From what I remember the entire Dursley family is muggle. What makes me different?” Thought for anther day.

“Since I can’t bring this weird energy out, I have to use it inside of me then.”

Now time to plan for the future, “Hmmm, since I do not want to end up like the original, I will have to act as an older brother bully type of individual to Harry. You know classic older brother style. At the same time use the bullying as an excuse to give Harry stamina training. I guess operation Harry hunting is a go”

“Acting like this, I can get Harry to not hate me as much he will do with the rest of the family. I can also use the excuse of escorting him to Diagon Alley along with Hagrid to gain access to that place and appeal to to Petunia’s hatred of the magickind.”

“Since I can’t use magic externally, runes, alchemy, and arithmancy are the way to go. I also need to find some powerful artifacts to use. Oh crap, almost forgot about potions whew. Oh yea, I almost forgot about rituals too, they are a great way to become powerful quick *sigh* the consequences though…”

“Now how do I increase the pitiful amount of magic in me.”

While I was in deep contemplation, Vernon just walked through the front door of the house. I didn’t notice until he picked me up and started shaking me. “Crap, he’s big” I thought as he continued shaking me.

Vernon POV:

As I driving home, I thought “what a day it has been. First, I was promoted to vice-manager, then the overall manager put me in charge of the project that is guaranteed to get me another promotion if I do well enough. I also got to yell at a few people and I get to request a desk change after this new assignment.”

I couldn’t help but grumble when I thought of the boy. “Those freaks, who the hell do they think they are. When my good-for-nothing, sister-in-law died, they should have let one of their kind take of him. How dare they bring him here, to interrupt my normal life.”

“From what Petunia told me, they’re the worst kind of people to be around. Do they think taking care of a child is easy, who do they they are. Twirling around that fickle stick of theirs thinking it is magic. What hogwash.”

“Heh, I bet the only reason they sent that freak to us is because they could not take care of it. Hahaha, I remember when the freak good-for-nothing’s father said he had mountains of gold lying around somewhere. Why don’t they use it to take care of it.” My face started heating when I thought of the freak again.

“Calm down, calm down” I told myself as I drive into the parkway of my house. As soon as I opened the door I saw my little tyke staring blankly in the air while blinking occasionally. I walked up to him and picked him up with a big smile on my face, shaking him “who’s the best dad in the world, who’s the best” speaking in a baby voice.

“Welcome home Vernon darling, how was your day?”

“I got to yell at a few people today. The overall manager also gave me a chance for another promotion. Overall, it was a good day.”

“Now what about you”

“Just finished taking care of the freak and was about to prepare dinner”

“Petunia, I keep telling you we should throw that thing out. We only need to take care of our litter Dudders.”

“I know we will throw it out eventually.”

Petunia POV:

“The same argument again. Urgg, why did we not put him in an orphanage the night we got him. Now I have to stand here and listen to my darling complain again. Time to end this argument I guess.”

“Honeybubbles, let put this argument to a rest and let me go prepare dinner”

“Hah, okay, now go take care of that delicious scent I smell from the kitchen”

With that, I turned around and went to the kitchen to finish cooking.

Dudley’s POV:

“I almost grew disgusted with my new parents the moment I heard their argument.” In a way, I understand what they are saying from a twisted perspective.

From what I can remember from the prime universe, Petunia and Vernon have an unhealthy obsession with what is considered normal. They are also resistant to change so having a nephew disrupt their plans causes some struggles within them. In a way, they are experiencing withdrawal.

They also have another mouth to feed and from what I understand, they did not think they will betaking care of someone’s child even if they were related to that person’s child.