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Disclaimer: Though this may be shocking, I am not Japanese(gasp!), A troll-I mean Devil- I mean New York Times Best selling Author, or a British woman. This means, sadly, that I am not Hiromi Arakawa, Rick Riordan, or J.K.Rowling, which also implies that I don't own any of the main/side characters except for Augustine. Sorry to disappoint.

A/N: Ok! You may be able to tell by the title, but I'm gonna write it anyways.

This story will include a bit of remorseful   Dudley. I really feel like they weren't originally meant to be flat and static characters, and they were supposed to have a redemption arc(Like in the deleted scenes) but it just never really fit in with the main story, making JK cut it out.

Now, he won't totally be changed, but he will show signs of remorse for all those years of mistreatment. And I do have a little surprise for you readers too. If it seems out of the blue, sorry, but I really feel that this will help Harry and Dudley bond without ruining my story line too much. Dudley will become a secondary character again though, so be forewarned.

Ron's POV(Sorta)

The wait was agonizing.

Sitting on the Hogwarts express with your newly de-aged 12 year-old friends, waiting for the train carriage to stop so you can get off and explain that you friend may have sent your bodies back in time without realizing it. All with a 12 year old's attention span.

Yay.

Hermoine paced around the compartment frantically, racking her brain for any possible potion or spell to resolve this. Harry kept running his fingers through his thick unkempt hair while muttering, "Just for insurance, Harry. You'll be fine Harry. That's what he said." over and over repeatedly. As for Ron, he made jokes and riddles up on the spot to help him calm down, occasionally making wisecracks at anything he heard.

The entire train compartment was filled with enough nervous energy to make a dementor sweat. It was terrible.

2 hours after discovering their new bodies, Hermione jumped up in the air, saying, "I've got it!"

Both boys turned their immediate attention towards her. "What'd ya mean Hermione?" Ron asked anxiously, "This is stuff the bloody Resurrection Stone made! How in bloody hell is there a potion or spell that can fix this?"

Hermione shot a dark look at her boyfriend before turning back to look at the both of them. "I don't have a physical solution for our transformation problem, b-"

"I bloody knew it!"

"Shut up Ron. As I was saying, but there is a way we can use this to our advantage." Hermione snapped.

"How? If the wizarding world finds out I'm a kid again, they may think I have the Philosopher's Stone or something!" Harry asked concernedly.

"That's if the Wizarding world finds out." Hermione corrected. "If we live with muggles until the school year starts, t-"

"That's brilliant Hermione! Why didn-" Ron chimes in.

"Ron, its rude to interrupt someone when they're speaking. But yes, that's the idea. Once the school year starts, we'll just blend into the crowd of first years, hiding our identities because nobody knows anyone on their first day, until we an get to Dumbledore, or at the very least, Professor Slughorn. Then they can help turn us back." Hermione explained.

"Hermione, there's one question I still have in mind though." Harry inquired.

"What is it, Harry?" Hermione looked at him curiously.

"What muggle are we going to stay with? Your parents are in Australia right now, Ron's family is entirely wizards, and mine's... Oh no, Hermione, please tell me you aren't suggesting that I go back to them." Harry pleaded.

"Harry, they're the only logical choice." Hermione stated.

"Hermione, I saw how terrible his family was in Year 2! You must be barmy if you think they'll even open the door for us. I have to agree with Harry on this one Herms." Ron agreed.

"Well, where else are we to go? Come on, at least give 'em a try." Hermione pleaded.

Ron and Harry looked at each other, contemplating if this was really a good idea or not. After 4 minutes of Hermione anxiously waiting, they came to a silent decision.

Ron sighed heavily. "We'll give it a try 'Mione. But if it fails, we're going to stay in harry's apartment and live off of what he has in Muggle money, which isn't much, but it should get us through the rest of summer."

Hermione beamed and hugged the 2 boys, which seemed to be hard for her, with Harry being so small and thin and Ron being so tall and lanky at this age. Somehow she managed, giving the boys a good ol' bushy-hair-in-the-face hug.

The rest of train ride was easy, with the 3 playing Cribbage, Old Maid, Poker, (In which Harry lost 3 Galleons and Hermione lost 5 Sickles to Ron), and Go Fish. It seemed like they were back in the past, like the innocent and inexperienced Wizards and Witch they were. It felt so good, just to be carefree and young again.

Once the train stopped at King's Cross, the 3 children hopped off the train, grabbed their luggage, and left the safety of the wizarding world to enter the muggle part of the UK. Harry brought out a few 25p coins out of his trunk as he walked over to the nearest phone booth. He took in a deep breath a dialed the numbers he'd known his entire life. (A/N: This number is actually real for Surrey, UK, but for after 1995. since this takes place after 1995, it could be this number, but it definitely wouldn't be the one Harry's known for his entire life. Oh well. Suspension of disbelief should work though.)

01483-383539

The phone rang twice before a deep yet adolescent voice answered the phone tentatively.

"Hello? This is Dudley Dursley speaking."

Harry let out a sigh of relief. He had picked up. Now for the rest.

"Dudley? This is Harry."

Harry heard an audible gasp from the other side of the phone.

"Harry? Where are you? And why is your voice so high? Wait. Why are you even calling me?"

"Dudley? You know the friends I had who kidnapped me back when you were 12?"

"Yeah? Why?"

"Well, this is sorta hard to explain, but, my friends and I were turned back into 12 year olds by a magic spell at Hogwarts. And now we have nowhere to go without the whole wizarding world finding out about our problem."

"Wait. You're 12."

"Yes Dudley."

"And you have nowhere to go?"

"Yes."

Harry heard Dudley sigh before he picked up the phone again. "Where are you lot right now?"

"At King's Cross."

"Wait there."

The line went silent, indicating that Dudley had hung up. Harry hung up his side before walking over to an anxious Hermione and Ron.

"Well? What'd he say?" Ron questioned.

"He said for us to wait here."

"That must mean he agrees! Fantastic!" Hermione cheered.

"Not so fast. For all I know, Dudley may agree, but Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia sure as well may not. We still need to pray. It'll take about a hour for Dudley to get here by car, meaning we have some time to spare."

"So what should we do?'

"I dunno. Go walk around?"

"Sounds good to me."

******TIMESKIP!!!!******

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Dudley's POV

Harry Potter. Once a target, then a wizard, now a younger cousin in need.

Dudley Dursley really had mixed feelings about his younger cousin. As Dudley navigated the streets of England, he thought of his past memories with Harry. The time Harry had accidentally lost one of his toy soldiers, where Dudley had beaten Harry up to the point where he could barely move. The time Harry had tried to play with Dudley, asking him to help him with a project assigned at school. Dudley had beaten him up then too. The time when they were 15 and Dudley had tried smoking for the first time due to peer pressure. Though Harry visibly hated Dudley at that point, he still tried to stop Dudley from getting mixed up in the wrong gangs. He had been beaten up badly that time as well.

Dudley started to see a pattern. He tried to recall some of the memories that didn't result in Harry being beat up. The time where Harry had sent him a birthday present from Hogwarts. It had been a deck of magic playing cards that magically turned into whatever type of card he needed. Though he would never openly admit it to either Harry or his parents, Dudley had really loved the magic cards, using them whenever he wanted. They never bent or ripped either, and the pictures moved, making the game always more entertaining. Or the time where Harry had saved his life from that awful black ghost.

Dudley had realized at a very young age, maybe at 12 or 13, that magic, the thing both his parents loathed, wasn't bad, even though it had been used against him the first time he knowingly experienced it. Sure it could be used for bad, but it was also used for wonderful things. Dudley had wished, ever since Harry had come back from his first year, that he had also been accepted. Also had been told by that giant, slightly terrifying man, "Yer both wizards, Dudley an' Harry." Alas, that dream never came true.

But if Dudley had any way to ever redo it, he would ask, beg even, for a way to go with Harry. He always had looked so happy at the mentioning of his friends, which had filled Dudley with envious longing. The longing to be loved, not because he was just family, or out of fear, but out of true care from friends that would help nurture him into a better person. He wished he could've been Harry Potter.

Dudley snapped out of his trance, shaking his head. "An 18 year old like myself shouldn't be getting wrapped up in memories and childish wishes now. I'm an adult now." He chided himself.

He pulled into King's Cross station and looked around, until he say a tall red head with a girl who had enormous bushy brown hair and a boy with thick, messy jet-black hair. Harry. Dudley ran towards the trio, who had their back turned away from him.

"Hey, Harry, it's me, Dudley!" he yelled.

Harry and his friends turned around to see Dudley. The shock on Harry's face was not at all hidden when he saw Dudley. Dudley grinned, knowing why he was so shocked.

After he and his family had been forced to leave their home temporarily, Dudley had realized how spoiled he had been and how it had been affecting his health, making him tired more easily and making his metabolism slower. It wasn't healthy. So, while he was in hiding, he worked out and took care of his diet and physique tirelessly. Now, what Harry once described as a 'pig in a wig" was a tall man with thick, well groomed blond hair, bright blue eyes, clear skin, and a lean, muscled body. (A/N: While the actor in the movies had brown hair, JK clearly described Dudley as having blonde hair. here's what I think they actually looked like in the books(Except for the eye color). And yes, Dudley was just "Neville Longbottomed")

"Dudley....You're so... Wow..." Harry said in shock.

"THAT'S your cousin, Harry? No way. Was he abducted by aliens?" The red head squeaked.

Dudley laughed and slapped Harry on the back, gently.

"Your friends are funny, Harry. Look, I'm sorry for everything that's happened so far. I was cruel from being spoiled beyond belief and ignorant of your point of view. Will you please forgive me for all that I've done in the past?"

Harry smiled softly before hugging Dudley, wrapping his thin, spindly arms around Dudley's torso.

"Of course Dud. After all, you're part of my family. Just like Hermione and Ron." Harry forgave.

After the happy reunion, Dudley cleared his throat. "I'll, uh, grab your trunks. You three climb in the back of the car."

The 3 children nodded and walked over to his dad's blue car. Dudley dragged the trunks over to the car, only to find that they didn't fit in the boot.

The brunette, Hermione, hopped out of the car when she noticed his problem. She looked around before producing a wooden wand. She pointed it at the trunks and whisper-yelled, "Deminuo" The trunks shrunk down to the size of small boxes. Dudley picked them up, finding that they were just as heavy as before, just denser. He heaved the 3 trunks into the boot, slammed it shut, and got into the driver's seat. He gunned the engine, and with that, they were off.

******TIMESKIP!!!!******

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Harry's POV

Weeks passed after Dudley had explained to his parents that the 3 children in their home were the younger siblings of a friend of his who was studying abroad with his parents in America. The Dursleys didn't recognize Harry due to a minor memory altering spell Hermione cast on them, making them think that Harry was blonde, brown eyed, and named Trevor.

The 3 boys stayed in Dudley's room, which was definitely large enough, while Hermione stayed in Harry's old room.

Dudley openly admitted his fascination with magic early on, and Hermione had eagerly agreed to teach him as much as she could in the little time they had. Dudley eventually got the hang of it, and by the 2nd week, he could use Harry's wand to cast simple spells like Lumos and Diminuo. Dudley had learned magic, helping prove Hermione's theory that any muggle could learn as long as they could see magic.

By the time Harry, Ron, and Hermione had to go to Hogwarts, 4 letters had come to Number 4 Privet Drive. One for each of the trio, plus one for Dudley Dursley.

Wait. What?

Dudley was 18, meaning that he would be taking the class for the seventh years from last year. But that's impossible, because you need to have 6 years of wizard schooling to be in that grade level. Why did he get an acceptance letter?

-Flashback-
2 weeks ago.

"So, Harry, how did you guys turn into kids?" Dudley asked curiously one day after lunch.

Harry looked away, sheepish. "I'm not at fault personally for turning into a 12 year old. But I did give Hermione and Ron both a potion that's supposed to make the recently deceased live again."

"Why'd you do that?" Dudley wondered aloud.

"When I drank the potion, it tasted of my favorite meal, the warmest sensation. I wanted to cheer them up. After all, they had been in a room full of corpses only minutes before. So I stole 3 vials of the potion and gave it to them." Harry explained sheepishly.

"You said 3. But you only have 2 friends who are transformed. What happened to the third vial?" Dudley rationalized.

"I packed it away in my bag for reassurance, like if I had dropped a vial or something. I still have it." Harry said.

"Cool." Dudley smiled at his cousin with a genuine smile, one that Harry has never seen directed towards him.

-Flashback End-

Come to think of it, Harry hadn't seen Dudley at all yesterday. He had just been asleep.

Asleep.

What if-

Harry frantically checked his bag, looked for the glass vial. It wasn't there.

Dammit.

That explained everything. Dudley had taken the potion.

Harry marched up the stairs, and found a boy asleep in Dudley's bed. He looked like Dudley, sorta, except this Dudley was much thinner than the original.

Harry sighed audibly. Dudley obviously had wanted be a wizard every since Harry had come back from year 3. Now he had the chance to be one.

Oh well. That wasn't the most pressing matter. His aunt and uncle were.