Once More Around the Block? (Dawn/Dudley Dursely)
Series: 31 Nights of Frights
Title: Once Around the Block?
Disclaimer: Joss owns her, J.K. owns him
Summary: Halloween tradtions meet Fic-for-all pairings.
Pairing: Dawn Summers / Dudley Dursley (Harry Potter)
Words: 380 31 Nights of Frights Once Around the Block?
Dawn Summers had grown to love Halloween, especially since moving off the Hellmouth. No vampires hunted, no demons were demon-y, and normally went off without a hitch. She loved dressing up, which had kinda been lost on her since the whole everyone-turned-into-their-costumes eight years ago. Plus there was unlimited sources of free candy. She even liked taking her group of mini-slayers trick-or-treating, which had become something of a tradtion with her.
The girls only went around the two or three blocks in the new magical community in London. All in all, Dawn felt more excited about Halloween than she had in years. She’d decided to dress up as a greek goddess, while her charges wore everything from the Bride of Frankenstien to the Pink Power Ranger.
“Okay, gals, one more block and then we have to head back to the party,” Dawn called as the six girls raced ahead of her. She shivered a bit and pulled her jacket tightly around her.
Dawn stood at the bottom of the walkway as a dark haired man emerged from the house, a floating pumpkin in just beside him. Dawn sucked in a breath as she recognized the man, and the red-haired woman beside him. Someone snorted beside her, tearing her gaze away from the porch. A solid, sandy haired man stood beside her, a file box in his hand. He was dressed in a suit.
“Harry always was a show-off,” the man smirked at her.
“My cousin. The chap with the floating pumpkin? He‘s got a whole book series dedicated to his life and times?”
“Harry Potter?” Dawn’s eyes widened. “You’re not Dudley Dursley?”
“If you call me Dudley-kins -”
“Wow.” Dawn frowned. “What are you doing here? I thought you hated magic -”
“No. That woman got quite a few things wrong about both Harry’s wonderous world and our own.”
“Oh.” Dawn gave him a tiny smile. “So you get along with your cousin?”
“Fair enough. He’s still a prat, and has his moments. But he and I are all that’s left of the Evans.”
Harry chose that moment to see his cousin. He waved to him. Dawn couldn’t help but laugh. Dudley frowned at her.
“Nothing, I just always thought you’d be a lot scarier for some reason.”