The next day, while Hannah recuperated from the nightlong cleaving between her legs, Dudley went alone to work.

  Wearing his best suit and his hair combed, he accompanied Lucas from the previous day. He knew the biggest issue he was going to face was his age. At just 19 years old, it was hard to be taken seriously.

  Especially in a country like South Korea where traditions and age hierarchy were a bit too enforced. But thankfully, he had the size advantage. He was tall and built like a bear, earning head turns from all the passersby.

  It was awkward meeting them as he'd extend his hand and in response, they would not only shake his hand but also bow steeply. Thankfully, he had some experience from his past life and worked on it.

  Moments ter, he was sitting in a rge meeting room with a dozen or so men around a rectangur table. Although Dudley already expected it, seeing so many members of the same family, or a few families on the board of one single company was amusing.

  Heck, the current CEO and Chairman was the son of the founder, and his own son was being prepared to take over soon.

  In any case, he didn't care. He already knew the issues the company was facing. They hadn't diversified or globalized yet, leaving themselves vulnerable to national economic shocks. Now, they wanted a global expansion—aggressively.

  Beyond that, the company was restructuring itself since, as one could have guessed, leaving the company in the hands of a single family with no expertise in management and leadership wasn't a good move. So, leadership over various departments was being changed.

  Yet, they cked one thing—money. The government could only help so much since there were more companies to aid.

  The company wasn't even worth a billion dolrs as of yet. But Dudley knew that was going to change in the coming decades.

  After hours of discussions, multiple coffee breaks, and a lunch break, Dudley eventually got what he wanted. Of course, spraying some nice, 'strictly personal use' magical perfume helped slightly in convincing the folks.

  For his investment, he earned 2 full board member seats and 1 board observer seat. Of course, he received a piece of the pie that was Hyundai Group.

  But that wasn't the end of his dealings. Over the next six days, besides spending every night with Hannah all over the penthouse, eating, drinking, and making her ugh, he dealt with other mega conglomerates. Samsung, LG, whatever was bleeding, he appeared like a shark.

  By the time his seven-day business leg of the trip ended, Dudley was almost a billion dolrs lighter, but his name was now at the top of more than 14 mega-corporations of the future. Now, all he had to do was fade into obscurity and reap the fruits in a few years.

  "Alright, ready?" Dudley showcased the car he had rented, a Ferrari 355 F1 Spider. "Actually, it's free. I just borrowed it from a spoiled third-generation chaebol. Ready?"

  "This… you'll drive?" Hannah looked at the car. She'd seen muggle cars before, but none this small.

  Dudley chuckled and held the door open for her. "No need to worry about that. It's a sports car—meant to go fast. Just hop in and enjoy the ride."

  "Okay~" Still doubtful, Hannah sat down. After having dressed to impress for the past week she'd grown more comfortable now. Wearing simple tight jeans and T-shirts.

  Moments ter, it was Dudley's foot on the accelerator and Hannah's excited screams with a hint of panic. He truly enjoyed driving that car, and the funny thing was that he never really liked flying brooms, no matter the speed.

  "Maybe I should build a private garage back home." He muttered, wondering if it was time to buy a new house.

  "Aaaah! Truck!"

  "Rex." Dudley drove with inhuman reflexes. "Don't worry, I took the potions to make myself better than an F1 driver."

  "What's that?"

  "F1 is… Wait, maybe I should build my own team after finishing school. And drive it myself? Exciting!"

  No doubt, having a lot of money was the best thing in the world.

  "Slow down!"

  "Faster? Alright, girl."

  "..."

  ####

  Ministry of Magic, Wizengamot, Level 2.

  In a packed hearing room, Peter Pettigrew was administered Veritaserum, the truth serum. It took weeks to come to that simple decision as there were plenty of names unsupportive of such a measure. Eventually, the pro-serum side won.

  "I-I… I was…"

  "Peter, were you the Secret Keeper for the Potters? Peter, tell me!"

  It was clear that Peter Pettigrew was trying to fight the potion. But he was never a strong-willed man, to begin with. His breaking point wasn't too high.

  "Yes…"

  "When did you become the Secret Keeper? Why?" The head of DMLE and a member of the Wizengamot, Amelia Bones, interrogated him.

  "It wasn't me! Not me… It was Sirius, he was the Secret Keeper. B-But they feared the Dark L-Lord. Sirius was an obvious choice so I was made the Secret Keeper silently… nobody knew about it. I… the Dark Lord is fearsome. You cannot fathom the things he could do… I had no choice."

  Amelia proceeded with the final question. "How did you hide for so many years? And who caught you?"

  "I staged my death. I faked the explosion and killed the muggles. I left my finger there as evidence and hid with the Weasleys as their pet rat." Peter started to cry, having confessed to most of his crimes. "I… I didn't want to. I was forced, please… I really… I was just sleeping… Someone caught me in a cage. Who was it? Who caught me?!"

  His words were ignored beyond that.

  In the end, a vote was cast—by one vote, Peter was sentenced to a Dementor's Kiss, meaning death. Or perhaps a fate worse than death. Furthermore, Sirius Bck was set free.

  Lily was there to witness the entire proceeding. In silent tears she watched it all carry out. Such a betrayal from a man they considered a close friend was hard to accept. Almost everything had been taken from her.

  "Sirius, the Dark Lord is not dead," she informed her freed friend.

  "I know, Lily."

  "I won't let him touch Harry," she added, angrily looking at the Minister for Magic who had received the reports but refused to believe in them. "Let's go."

  "Where?" Sirius asked.

  "Hogwarts."

  ####

  Nice, France

  After successfully joining the mile-high club with Hannah on the private jet, Dudley finally arrived at the beautiful, Mediterranean city of Nice. It was sunny, warm, and one hell of a windy day.

  "I love it already!" Hannah gawked at the sky through her dark shades, her sundress fluttering dangerously. "Where's Susan?"

  "Probably at the vil. Let's go."

  As always, there was a car waiting for them. They took it and journeyed out of the city a little to the east where rge vils aligned the road looking over the sea.

  "Finally!" Susan came out running as soon as their car entered the gated premises.

  Dudley opened his arms to receive her in a warm hug. But to his surprise, Susan walked past him and grabbed Hannah instead. Without even greeting him, she dragged Hannah into the vil to god knows which room.

  "..."

  Speechless, Dudley alone grabbed the luggage bags and dragged them inside. He opted not to hire staff for his stay, wanting to eat out and just rex during his stay with the two girls.

  However, he eventually pnned to go and see Monaco. He wanted to know what was so special about that pce that it attracted filthy rich folks.

  ####

  Inside one of the rooms, Susan dragged Hannah over to the bed. With one of her arms around Hannah's shoulder, she interrogated her cute, blonde best friend.

  "So, did you do it?"

  "Umm… Yeah." Hannah shyly confessed.

  "Oho?" Susan giggled giddily and squeezed her friend harder into herself. "How was it? How was the first night?"

  "It was good."

  Susan frowned. "Details, girl! I need meticulous details!"

  Hannah blushed uncontrolbly but didn't hold herself back. "Well… he was really gentle the first time. And… he's too big, so it hurt a lot, but then it felt amazing. He was on top and held me warmly. After that, we did it every day, sometimes thrice a day. We also did it on the flight, and…"

  "Thrice a day?!" Susan shouted as if the sky had fallen. "Thrice? Are you serious? That's… I'm so jealous of you, Hannah."

  "Well… we did it in the car too, and…"

  "Stop, stop, stop! You're making me feel left out!" Susan shouted, leaping to her feet. "I've waited long enough. I've got my toys, but they're never as good as the real thing!"

  A few rustles of clothes ter, Susan stood in front of Hannah, naked like the day she was born. Her jeans and shirt were discarded, her sinful curves and those voluptuous melons soft and perky. She untied her hair too, letting the auburn locks sprinkle around her face.

  "W-What are you doing?" Hannah asked in confusion. "Ah!"

  "Preparation!" Susan suddenly pushed Hannah back and jumped on top of her legs, her fingers working fast to untie the jeans and lift up the shirt. "I can't wait to see Dudley's jaw drop."

  "Wait!" Hannah stopped her. "I-I got a better idea."

  ####

  Where did they go?

  Dudley put away the luggage, locked the doors, and checked the rooms of the vil. There were almost ten bedrooms, and he checked each one by one since the girls didn't respond to his shouts.

  "Hannah! Susan! Where are you?"

  Although he wasn't tired, he was hungry and wanted to go out with them. One room at a time, he eventually arrived on the upper floor and headed to what looked like the master bedroom. On that one particur doorknob, he noticed a red, cy panties hanging.

  "Oh?"

  Dudley knew that things don't happen for no reason. The mere idea of what was waiting for him inside stirred him up. His hunger for food swapped for a different kind of hunger.

  Is it what I think it is?

  He walked towards the door while unbuttoning his shirt.

  Cck!

  He turned the doorknob and opened the door. Right away he was greeted by a massive floor-to-ceiling window ahead, overlooking the sunny Mediterranean Sea. Then, he looked to the side, and there on the king-sized bed was the most beautiful surprise he'd ever seen in his life.

  "Hey there."

  Dudley took a deep breath as he heard Susan and Hannah waving at him from the bed, lying side by side against the pillows. Both girls were completely naked, their soft, satin-smooth skin brightly visible under the window light, their hair untied, their faces sinfully smirking. Yet, their most private bits were covered.

  The girls had red ribbons tied around their busts, the thin strap covered their nipples while a butterfly knot hung between the peaks. Their legs were squeezed together, keeping their entrances hidden.

  "Girls, I think God is real." Dudley frantically removed his shirt and then his pants, standing fully bare before approaching the bed. "Because I'm for sure blessed."

  "Hehe."

  The girls giggled and welcomed him.

  Dudley crawled onto the bed and tried to unwrap the ribbon on Hannah's taut breasts. But just as he was doing that, Susan suddenly slid downward on the bed.

  He was a bit startled but instantly felt her warmth around his growing length.

  Susan grabbed his cock, slipping it right between her puckered lips while mumbling "Ummh, I missed this!"

  From build-up to fully hard in mere moments, Dudley felt aroused like never before. The heat of her mouth engulfed him in seconds, her wet, massaging tongue titilting his senses. But since it was the three of them now, he felt the need to try a variety of positions.

  With Hannah seated so beautifully, her back against the pillows and her legs wide, Dudley eased himself between her legs and leaned down. He kissed up her pale perfect thighs and smiled against her quivering skin, nipping and pecking up towards her ignited furnace. He nded a long, wet lick along her slit, feeling her shiver under his tongue.

  At the same time, Susan id down ft on the bed between Dudley's bent knees, underneath his dangling rigid cock, opening her mouth wide and letting him drill down into her sweltering throat. Her naughty hands kept pying with his family jewels from there, sometimes even teasing his puckered hole with brushes of her fingertip.

  "Gck… Ummhp…" Lewd sounds of uncontrolled pleasure dripped from Susan's stuffed mouth. She slid her hands around his hips from below, gripping his ass and guiding him to thrust into her mouth even deeper.

  It was a never before tried position and Dudley loved it. On one hand, he ate out Hannah's pussy, on the other hand, there was Susan's throat getting drilled between his legs.

  Dudley pped up Hannah's pussy with relish, drowning in the scent of her sex. All the while he fucked Susan's mouth below with intense plunges, his balls smashing against her chin, enveloped by her slobbering hot spit.

  His hands also moved, molding Hannah's honey-soft breasts. He pinched and squeezed her hardened peaks, sinking his fingers into her tender flesh.

  "Ooohh… Dud–leh… Ah!!" Hannah moaned, sinking her fingers into his hair and pulling him closer in a bid for more. She couldn't help the craving, wanting his tongue to go deeper into her core. Her nectar leaked onto his tongue little by little, smearing his chin and cheeks.

  Dudley felt the intense pleasure, jolting into Susan's mouth while he made Hannah squirm uncontrolbly. He couldn't help thinking these two girls would be the death of him, especially the one milking his cock like a wild calf. His hot, distended flesh twitched in excitement, pushed to the edge. But he wasn't going to end this too quickly; Time to try another position.

  Dudley gently stop fucking Susan's throat and eased out of her mouth. The two girls sat there on the bed, waiting for his next order.

  "Hannah, can you sit on the edge of the bed? Susan, come here on the floor and get on your knees. Let's show Hannah how skillful your tongue is. I'm pretty sure it's more… skillful than mine," Dudley teased with a smirk. He slid off the bed from the side and waited for the girls to move.

  "Ooooh… That's new!" Susan excitedly jumped off the bed, wiping her face from her own spit. "By the way, Dudley… I really… really need it," she coyly added.

  Pa!

  Dudley spped her excited, jiggling ass. "I'll give you as much as you need, maybe even more."

  Susan's eyes sparkled as she bit her glossy bottom lip, getting on her knees on the floor, facing Hannah.

  Hannah had already slipped her feet down to the edge, sitting there with her legs spread, leaning back a little as her hands supported her on the white sheets. When she felt Susan's tongue wiggling its way into her glistening core, Hannah's lips parted a little, exhaling a deep indulgent moan.

  With her eyes closed, Hannah savored the way Susan's tongue brushed up and down her soft, succulent petals. She quivered when she felt her small bundle of nerves flicked and suckled, "Umm~mm…"

  Dudley took a moment to enjoy the view, Hannah withering from Susan's tongue curling into her pussy. The squelching sounds and rasping moaning went straight to his crotch. Especially the view of Susan's swaying bottom, offering itself up to him like a cat in heat.

  Quickly, he got down behind her and aligned his swollen crown on her slippery entrance, rubbing his mushroom head, and wetting his blunt spear.

  "Uumghh~ Dudley, don't be so stingy…" Susan whined as she licked.

  "Don't worry, I won't hold back."

  He rammed in hard, mercilessly giving her all she wanted.

  "Aaaaah! Fuck yeah! Yes… That's it!" Susan yelped and moaned between her best female friend's legs.

  Dudley pounded her hard, recklessly deep without a care in the world. From the get-go, he was rough as Susan loved it. Her pussy was always so perfect around his cock, so silky and slippery, squelching around him like hot freshly baked pie. Her muscles contracted again and again, wringing his length in thirst. He could feel his crown scraping her walls, his veiny length stretching her entirely.

  "Ughh… Ugh! Ummhp!!" Susan moaned into Hannah's pussy, her face pressed against her friend's wet, smothering heat, over and over. She extended her slick tongue, fucking Hannah to the rhythm of Duley's thrusts.

  Hannah threw her head back, drowning in bliss. Her fingers coiled around Susan's hair, venting the built-up restless urge within her. "Ohh…. Susan! Ohhhhh!"

  "Keep eating, Susan, it must be one of your favorite meals…" Dudley leaned over Susan's body, wrapping his arms around her and cupping a breast in each hand. He harshly fondled and molded them to the shape of his palms, tugging and pinching her nipples. He loved the way her pussy would react, gripping his cock harder every time he pinched her twin peaks. Squeezing her teats over and over, thrust after thrust, like a lustful toy for his enjoyment.

  "Ohhh!! Ohh!" Susan cried out impulsively, yelping into Hanna's dribbling pussy. Susan felt her muscles contract as a wet stream gushed out of her, she squirted violently in rhythmic spasms. Gush after gush escaping her loins, squirting down onto Dudley's spping sacks of gems.

  Dudley kept going through it all, thrusting his straining length into her soaked pussy and pressing forward to harshly pinch her nipples with his rge fingers. His engorged flesh was unrelenting, dragging another gripping orgasm out shortly after the first.

  Susan whimpered and yelped underneath him, stomach contracting and breast heaving with every breath.

  Eventually, she slumped down on the floor. Her head moved away from Hanna's pussy, her hands supporting her on the floor.

  Dudley gently moved Susan aside and quickly stood up between Hannah's dangling legs. "Your turn."

  Hannah, still on the bed, leaned further back, keeping her head and shoulders up with the support of her elbows. She watched as Dudley grabbed her legs and pressed them straight over his chest, her calves almost hooked over his shoulders.

  Without a moment's wait, he shoved his well-lubed driving need into her. With the tight pressure sliding over his iron-hard erection in an instant, he felt ravenous, wanting to see her scream out his name even more. His throbbing need churned her endlessly, bringing out the culmination of her juices and Susan's spit, frothing onto the base of his cock.

  But then.

  "WHAT?! S-Sus…ah, what are you…" Dudley suddenly felt a wet sensation behind him on his asscrack. That was a sensation he'd never felt before nor had any pns to.

  "Umm… Shhh… I always wanted to try this… Just do your own thing!"

  Susan knelt behind Dudley, her hands gripping his ass while her face was pnted ever so closely to his clenching hole. She constantly licked upward from his dangling balls to his no-no hole, ticklishly taunting him. Her tongue utterly sthered him to insanity, licking that patch of flesh under his balls. Her face was constantly ramming between his crack as he thrusts into Hannah,

  Every time Dudley tried to move deeper into Hannah, Susan would grip his ass and lick his rim, as if reluctant to stop teasing his senses. His balls twitched with the pressure, his cock throbbing from the attack on both ends.

  Dudley couldn't hold on anymore, falling forward on top of Hannah's jolting bosom, folding her like origami, her straight knees smushed against her breasts, her ass a perfect curve getting pounded under his weighted thrusts.

  He kissed her lips as much as he kissed her cervix with his cock. As he teetered on the edge of completion, his thrusts went completely insane as Susan's licks grew frantic, her tongue pping up all that he churned out of Hannah. Each sther drowned him in pleasure, causing him to lose control.

  Like a primal creature with a primal need, he unloaded his balls. His toes curled as he grimaced, harshly thrusting his senses into cloud nine. It felt as though his knees were squeezed empty, coursing through his rigid length, and spraying out. His cock sent bursts of creamy seeds deep into Hannah's pussy, and gushed through the gaps of her blushing petals.

  Hannah felt the heat flooding into her, painting her wet walls. The squelches of his thrusts were so heavenly and intense that her belly also contracted. A wild wave of bliss washed over her, bringing her to a jarring climax at the same time. The viscous honey of her loins came soaking through and blending with his.

  Dudley panted hard for a moment, twitching on top of Hannah's body. He could feel Susan still licking him, torturing him with endless tickles. The mix of annoyance and arousal was utterly perplexing.

  He quickly stood up, pulling Susan's face away from his legs, and turned around. "What are yo—ugh…"

  He froze as Susan slipped his cock into her mouth and licked him dry of his spent cream. She hummed and mumbled with his manhood in her mouth as if enjoying a delicious treat. How she ignored the musky froth of his and Hannah's climax was unknown. Susan greedily fucked her mouth before his shaft fully calmed down, suckling without a care.

  She really is… freaky.

  "I think that's enough, Susan." He reminded her, aware that his shaft was completely calm now.

  "Ummm… Really?" Susan looked at his fccid length and frowned. "I guess I'll also need three times a day to fully get over this."

  Freaky indeed.

  "Don't worry, the buffet is all-you-can-eat for the next entire week," Dudley said with a chuckle, offering her his hand. "But I think I need proper food to eat now."

  "Me too, need fuel for the next workout." Susan winked and got up with his help. She fell forward onto the bed right beside Hannah's panting body, her legs still dangling off the bed while their culmination dribbled out of her flushed pussy.

  After a couple of minutes of calming down their wildly thumping hearts, the girls moved and grabbed their clothes before running off to the rooms of their choice and taking a shower. Although they knew they'd eventually end up sleeping in the same room each night, they still wanted a separate pce to change and freshen up.

  An hour or so ter, Dudley drove the girls to the city for a nice seaside meal. He almost felt envious of the weather, the difference in the ambiance was palpable between there and the UK.

  Sitting sideways on the front passenger seats, Susan had her legs straight over Dudley's p as he drove. With some grapes in her hand, she popped one in her mouth and one in Dudley's at a time. Hannah in the backseat was still taking a nap, jetg got her this time.

  "Dudley, Aunt said we ought to visit the Decours sometime. They're quite well-off and influential in France's wizarding community. She thought they might be useful for your bank idea," Susan nonchantly said.

  "Decours?" Dudley excimed. He wasn't expecting to hear that name so soon.

  Madam Bones must be aware of the Tournament. I should really pay them a visit then.

  "The Vee family?"

  "Yeah, that one."

  Hmm… They can help me secure my bank from British pureblood families. Let's not make the same mistake as those chaebols. Globalizing the bank is the only way.

  "Give my thanks to Madam Bones when we get back."

  "Why her?" Susan teasingly rubbed her heels over Dudley's groin. "Why not just give that thanks to me?"

  He just chuckled and let her py around. That was one of the reasons why he liked her so much.

  "Will do, Madame. Thoroughly over the whole week… maybe take your other virginity too."

  "..."

  Susan went speechless for a moment.

  Scared? Dudley looked over.

  How wrong he was. Her face had only turned into a more perverted smile.

  ####

  Three days after arriving in France, Dudley met with the Decours at their family estate. The family owned a rge estate with vineyards and even owned a wine brand. They were certainly living like the old French aristocrats, these just didn't get their heads chopped off back in the day.

  "Ah, Monsieur Dursley, it is such a delight to converse wiz you. Rarely do I encounter gentlemen of your charm from Britain zese days." Apolline Decour, primped and preened, dressed in an antique aristocratic gown, entertained her guests with wine plenty. "Isn't that right?"

  Mr. Decour was there too, feasting on some dessert. The man was mostly silent, commenting only when he wasn't eating. "Of course, of course. Imagine my surprise when Monsieur Fmel himself spoke to me of your idea, Monsieur Dursley. I must admit, I am now quite intrigued by zis bank of yours. You see, my charmante wife, she is half-Vee, and my daughters, they are quarter-Vee. Visiting Gringotts, it has not been... how do you say... une expérience agréable. Zose Gobelins, their stares, zeir little remarks—truly, they are ze masters of hypocrisy, non?"

  Dudley nodded, eyeing the two girls sitting beside Apolline's chair. Truly, merely reading about Fleur could do no justice to her beauty. Although he didn't know if she was truly that beautiful or if it was her Vee heritage obscuring his view.

  Her tall, willowy frame seemed like a perfect match to his frame. Her Vee heritage made her seem like those elves from Lord of the Rings with a faint, silvery glow. Her long, silvery-blonde hair and deep blue eyes did nothing to dissuade that idea. With her spotless fair skin, and even her white teeth, it was hard to imagine how a girl could look so perfect if not for magic.

  And then there was Gabrielle Decour, probably the same age as Luna. She looked like a younger version of Fleur, with simir features.

  Though even Apolline Decour looked rather savory to his eyes. Even more than Fleur since the woman was half-Vee. Her voluptuous hills and the overall ripe features tickled his imagination.

  Thankfully, he'd spent himself dry with Susan and Hannah before coming over.

  Ignore the erection, Dudley. They're probably used to seeing men grow hard around them.

  "Well, that's part of why I'm starting a bank, isn't it? The Goblins never seemed all that keen to help us properly or make our money grow. What's the point of leaving gold just sitting there when it could be earning more? I'm thinking of setting up a system with interest, a bit like what Muggles use. And, of course, Mr. Decour would be more than welcome to join in."

  "Ah! Une opportunité to earn more gold? I would be a fool to refuse, Monsieur Dursley. You are ze miracle boy of ze financial world, I 'ear zis from many mouths. Even beyond ze wizarding world, ze Muggle side is alive wiz news of you. Just yesterday, Fleur read to me a Muggle newspaper wiz your name in it." Mr. Decour, seemingly intentionally brought up his daughter. "I shall await your official proposal."

  "That's wonderful to hear. Do pass on my regards to your friends as well," Dudley said with a smile. Standing up, he added, "I'm afraid I must be off now. I'm headed to Monaco."

  He looked at his watch, almost the time he had decided to pick up Hannah and Susan from their shopping spree.

  Apolline stood up first and gave kisses on Dudley's cheeks, a common gesture for French folks. "Please, do take care of my beautiful girls at 'Ogwarts, Monsieur Dursley."

  No, there will be no sex! Dudley ordered his saluting erection to go away.

  Dudley went with it and shook hands with Mr. Decour. Then, with great anticipation, he received goodbyes from Fleur and Gabrielle, the same way as Apolline.

  "I'll see you at Hogwarts, then," Dudley muttered to Fleur. "Make sure to practice your Conjunctivitis Curse, and perhaps bring some fme-resistant clothes along."

  "What?"

  Leaving Fleur confused out of her mind, Dudley waved his hand and walked away. There was a Decour family house-elf waiting to apparate him back to Nice City.

  After that meeting, nothing was stopping him and the girls from living their best days in Monaco. Copious amounts of sex, an absurd amount of food and drinks, and luxurious things that they didn't even know existed. Hotels, yachts, pools, sky-diving, it was three days of extreme everything.

  He'd work his best to tire himself out each night so the two beauties would wake up sore every morning. Of course, each morning started with a mind-boggling blowjob—four hands, two mouths, a delight he had no idea could be so arousing.

  Of course, creampies all the time, thanks to the magical potion that Dudley carried in one dedicated suitcase. Tying them up, blindfolds, bending them in ways unimaginable, or at times being on the receiving end of some rough affection.

  That summer was one of the best Dudley ever experienced. It was a massive reminder to him of why he was chasing wealth and why he loved magic at the same time.

  Sadly, the holiday eventually came to an end and they all had to return to their homes. Dudley dropped off the girls to their families one by one and then finally returned to his own pce.

  There was still excitement as the Quidditch World Cup was close by. Also, he was scheduled to visit Mr. Lovegood to invest in the Quibbler.

  ####

  "Oh, you two are going to enjoy this!" Dudley said, his voice warm as he led his parents toward the Quidditch Stadium's top box that he had booked. Unlike the rest of the fans, he didn't feel the need to set up camp and stay overnight. After all, he was only there for the finals.

  Furthermore, he had no pns of staying there afterward since the Death Eater attack was going to take pce ter that night. The st thing he wanted was for his parents to loathe wizards just when they had started liking them.

  The cheering of the crowd was ear-shattering. Irish fans and Bulgarian fans, as if competing who could destroy their vocals first. Eventually after the fireworks, the enchanting Vees performed their dispy.

  "Oh—I quite like this," Vernon commented, much to Petunia's dislike.

  Dudley chuckled and looked around himself. He could see the Minister's cabin from where he was, Draco and his family were in the same cabin, and as he expected, the boy was vengeful, staring at him.

  Then, looking in the other direction, he noticed some foreign guests, likely government representatives. In fact, the only reason he got that prime seat was because of his absurd wealth, that was it. However, he had to go through Goblins to get it. The bastards were masters of infting prices.

  Boom!

  "It's starting!" Dudley pointed at the pyers. "That's the Golden Snitch. If a Seeker can catch it, they win 150 points and the match ends right away. But it's absurdly hard to do it…"

  Dudley expined all the rules to his parents while enjoying the action-packed, high-speed gamepy. Although he and his parents didn't support any team, they simply enjoyed the magical nature of the game.

  Eventually, food was also served in his box. As he'd expected, Vernon loved the Butterbeer.

  "Dear boy, make sure you bring a box of these for your dad," Vernon requested, more into the drink than the game.

  "You will do no such thing, Dudley." Petunia refused. "Look at him. Your father will burst like a balloon if not stopped."

  At that, he had to agree.

  Woosh!

  As a broom flew by near them, they focused on the game again.

  Slowly, time went by and the score rose. In the end, Irend defeated Bulgaria and took the World Cup home. The skies lit up with fireworks as the closing ceremony ended.

  However, Dudley didn't wait and led his parents down through the steep staircases. He didn't want to get stuck in the crowds or, worse, with the Malfoys.

  "That was wonderful!" Vernon decred, a bottle of Butterbeer still in his hand. "I had no idea the wizards had such fine creations… I mean sports."

  "Hah, it's probably the only decent thing to come from the wizards, Dad," Dudley said with a light chuckle and eventually neared the lowest floors. "How about we head back to London and go to that restaurant you used to take me and Harry to?"

  "Sounds like a pn." Petunia agreed and caringly grabbed her son's arm. Words weren't enough to tell how proud she felt of her son.

  Grrrrr…

  All of a sudden, Dudley felt the metallic stairway under his feet shiver.

  "What's goi—"

  Boom!

  Just as he looked behind, he noticed explosions across the inside of the Quidditch arena. The explosions were randomly spread where the spectators sat. And in reaction, people in thousands were trying to run out of the arena.

  "Mum! Dad! Run!" Dudley grabbed his father's hand behind him and dragged him along while pushing Petunia in front of him. "It's gonna be a stampede!"

  Why? Why so early? The attack is still hours away.

  "Faster!" Dudley shouted and took out his wand. If it came to it, he had no qualms about using it. "Dad, please run!"

  Vernon had already thrown away the bottle and tried to keep up with his son. But while Petunia was able to run, Vernon couldn't be as fast on the stairs.

  "Aaaaa…"

  And just then, the first wave of the crowd came running from behind Vernon. There were thousands of people and all tried to push forward and get out of the arena. Vernon got pushed forward by that wave. But Dudley quickly shoved his shoulders in front of Vernon to keep him from falling.

  "Keep moving, Dad!"

  In a real sense, it was a stampede. The crowd went crazy, some trying to jump over him as Vernon's rge frame caused a pileup behind him. The wizards who knew how to apparate left at the same time.

  "We're almost there!" Dudley finally saw the end of the staircase, Petunia waiting for them there. "Almost."

  By then, he was practically lifting his father. But even as he came out of the arena he couldn't rest. The main target of the Death Eaters were muggles.

  "Keep running!" Dudley looked behind at the crowds pouring out of the arena. The staircase was still filled with people, some getting stepped on as they fell. The mess was far worse than what he remembered from memory.

  Lucius? He noticed Lucius Malfoy waving his wand and magically lifting and pushing away the fallen people, making way for himself and others behind him.

  And just then, for a minute second, their gaze met.

  No! He felt malice from that exchange. Deep, unbridled malice.

  "Run! Run faster!" He pushed Vernon forward again. "Run towards the trees."

  But Vernon was panting already, barely staying upright. Even Petunia tried to give a shoulder.

  BOOM!

  The explosions had already spread out by then. The tents were getting uprooted and set on fire. Some muggles were seen being thrown in the air and pyed with for amusement of some sort.

  Screams, desperate cries of all dulled down even Dudley's shouts.

  "Dad, you have to keep moving. It's not safe here!"

  "G-Go… I'll follow." Vernon pushed Petunia away.

  Boom!

  An explosion bsted right beside them. Dudley found himself thrown forward, falling face-first into the dirt from the impact. Petunia also fell right beside him.

  What the fuck is going on?! Why are they attacking so viciously?

  "Mum! Get up!" He quickly got up and helped his mom. Then he turned back to his dad. "Dad, are yo… Dad?"

  Witches and wizards bumped him as they continued to run around him. He looked left and right on the ground but there was no sign of Vernon anymore.

  "Dad!" He shouted, wondering if he had gone elsewhere.

  Boom!

  The attack was still ongoing.

  Seeing no sign of Vernon, Dudley quickly grabbed Petunia and ran with her towards the trees. Just like the crowds, he tried to hide from the Death Eaters and wait out the attack.

  "Dudley, where is Vernon?"

  Petunia kept asking him. But he had no answer. He just hoped that Vernon would get away and hide somewhere safe.

  "Hisssss!"

  Right then, the sky suddenly lit up in a green hue and a massive, cloudy figure of a skull appeared with a snake coiling around it, hissing audibly.

  Dudley waited for the Dark Mark to slowly vanish and then made his way back towards the campsite with Petunia behind him.

  It was a burned wastend by that point, ruined beyond measure. Smoke still rose from a few burning logs, but for the most part, everything was charred.

  "Dad!" He shouted, his wand out as he tried to return to the stadium. His eyes darted left and right on the floor. He found no bodies despite how devastating the attack was. Even when he reached the arena staircase, he found no dead.

  "Dudley! L-Look!" Petunia suddenly clenched onto his shoulder from behind.

  He followed her hand and looked further away in the distance, opposite of the direction where he had fallen back then. There, in the middle of ruined tents on the dirt, a lone, rge figure was visible.

  "Dad!"

  No, no, no… this is the opposite of what I wanted.

  Dudley ran at speed and the closer he got the clearer it became.

  No!

  "Dad!"

  He fell beside the body and quickly checked for the pulse. The entire body was covered in ashes, but not burned. There was no bleeding wound on the body either.

  "Dudley, what happened to him?" Petunia tearfully fell beside him.

  "Ha! Ha!" Dudley quickly started administering CPR. "Wake up!"

  There are no wounds on him.

  His forehead covered in veins, Dudley frantically gave chest compressions.

  "Ha! Ha!"

  What happened to him?

  "Ha! Ha!"

  He's not waking up.

  Petunia's cries slowly overpowered all his thoughts as he slowly accepted the reality.

  But he kept giving chest compressions hoping for a miracle.

  He kept at it, unaware of how much time passed. His mind was numb to all thoughts, and he only stopped with a jerk when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

  "Madam Bones! We need a healer!" He jumped to his feet at the sight of the woman. There were multiple Aurors behind her.

  "Mr. Dursley, gather yourself."

  Seeing Amelia Bones shaking her head, Dudley slowly woke up from the shock and looked back down at Vernon's frame. Petunia was crying, her head on Vernon's chest.

  Why did this happen?

  More anger than sorrow, he looked left and right for clues. But instead of clues, he saw a face far in the back behind the crowd of Aurors.

  Long blonde hair, a sneer, and a proud smirk.

  I was blind… I caused this.