A Letter From One Freak to Another....
Disclaimer: I do not own HP or "Poltergeist: The Legacy". JKR owns HP, and I'm not sure who owns PTL, but I know it's not me.
Author's Notes: No crossover with Buffy here...at least not yet, although, I might change that depending how this story goes. I'm not sure if this fic will get quarantined or not, that's up to Demona or whoever else is in charge of that department. This is a fic I posted up on FFN, but I figured I might as well post it here since I haven't seen many P:TL crossovers here.
If you're reading this, that means you've been back home and have learned that I'm not exactly on good terms with mum and dad. In fact, I left a week after you killed the one everyone refers to as "You know Who". I'm not going to waste time in explaining what happened, though I'm sure you noticed that Dad's jaw has been wired shut and I'm hoping you have the good grace to not use your magic to heal him. Long story short, he said something he shouldn't have about you, me, and mum...and now he won't be saying much for the next couple months.
I know you don't think much of us, and I know that you and I aren't exactly friends, but I'd like to think that you and I managed to set aside our differences. I know that simply saying "I'm sorry" doesn't even begin to make up for what I did to you. Maybe someday you'll forgive me for it, but not now.
I don't know how to explain this, Harry, but that Dementor did something to me. Ever since that night, things have been different. It's hard to explain and Mr. Diggle told me that this was unheard of. He also said that if things were "normal", I'd be taken to some place called St. Mungo's, but this last year hardly qualifies as normal even by the standards of "your kind".
But I guess "your kind" now includes me. This last year, I've been able to sense things...especially Dementors. Mum freaked and Dad accused me of catching some of the "unnaturalness" off you. It hadn't been an easy year, being on the run, but Ms. Jones swore that it was because of me that we were able to evade the Dementors and their handlers for as long as we did. When the war ended and we returned home, I guess they expected things to return to normal...or maybe I did. But that never happened.
I got strange looks from Mum and Dad the whole time we were there, and then IT happened. Dad accused me of being a freak just like you, accused Mum of passing on the "unnaturalness" to me. I stood up to him, he took a swing at me and, for the first time, I did something "unnatural" by Dursley standards: I punched out my father, breaking his jaw.
Jones and Diggle showed up within moments...I suspect they were watching me. Hestia was able to covert some wizard money into regular money and said I had to disappear for awhile. I've left this note to let you know that I'm okay. Don't bother trying to find me...I have some things I need to work out on my own and Dedalus says that while the war may be over, there may be some within the Ministry who would find my condition "unique" and try to use me for their own agenda. He then mumbled something about a bridge and referring to someone as a "bitch".
From what I've heard about you...I hardly knew you and you grew up pretty quickly, maybe it's time for me to do the same. And while you may have defeated some dark wizard, there are other things out there...I can feel them, but if you can stand against them, maybe I can as well. I refuse to be a weak and broken fool like Dad, ignorant of what's out there and unaware of what lurks just out of sight. If that makes me a "freak", then I'd rather be a freak who knows what he's up against instead of a victim to be consumed by the shadows.
For now, this is good-bye, but we'll meet again soon. And who knows, maybe we can actually be friends.
Until then, take care.
Your cousin and fellow "freak",
Harry reread the letter one last time and shook his head in disbelief as he looked up at Dedalus Diggle. "He wrote this?"
"He did," replied Dedalus. "You seem surprised."
"Well, I am," said Harry. "Dudley never was one for reading, much less writing."
"He's changed Harry," said Hestia Jones as she joined Harry in Dudley's empty bedroom. "The last year, he did a lot of reading and studying on his own. I think it might have been his way of escaping from what was happening and perhaps...." Hestia paused for a moment as she thought of something. "Perhaps he was trying to find out what was happening to him."
Harry looked around the room and noticed that it was oddly clean...cleaned up by Aunt Petunia no doubt to restore some sense of normalcy. However, he did notice a couple old books on one shelf that seemed out of place with the others...that was when he recognized them as a couple of History of Magic textbooks from his fourth and fifth years. So that's where they went,
he thought to himself. He pulled one of the books and thumbed through it, noting that certain parts of the text were marked and even highlighted, especially parts concerning dark creatures like Dementors and various dark wizard uprisings. Bloody hell...what were you looking for, Dudley?
"He swiped some of my old textbooks," said Harry. "Why? Did he think he could teach himself magic?"
Dedalus shook his head. "I don't think so, Harry. Dudley knew he wasn't a wizard, but I don't think he was exactly a muggle either. We confronted him about the books when we caught him reading them and learned that he had stolen them from you. But we couldn't exactly contact you and try to return them."
Harry didn't bother hiding his smile. "Yeah, you're probably right, especially with Voldemort trying to kill me and his minions terrorizing the world." Then his smile faded. "What exactly was he doing then?"
"He was looking up historical accounts of Dementors and various dark wizards," said Dedalus. "But there was something else, Harry...your cousin...he believed the Dementor attack did something to him. At first I thought it was rubbish, but he sensed them coming along with the small group of Death Eaters long before the wards had been tripped."
Harry could tell from the way both Hestia and Dedalus nervously glanced at each other that they were holding something back. "Okay, what are you NOT telling me."
"I'm not sure if we should tell you this, Harry," said Hestia after a couple moments of silence. "But you'll probably learn about this from some of the Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban. When we were attacked the first time, they managed to get into the safehouse. One of them tried to use cruciatus curse on Dudley."
Harry shuddered at the mention of the Cruciatus curse. He had been on the receiving end a couple times and he still felt tendrils of pain when he thought of the time Voldemort used the curse on him. For a Muggle like Dudley to be hit with it...Harry actually felt sorry for his one time tormentor. "What happened? How badly hurt was he?"
"That's just it, Harry...I don't think it affected him the way it was supposed to. Sure, it caused him pain and brought him down to one knee...but that's all that happened." Dedalus suddenly fell silent and the expression on his face became grim. "It was the Death Eater called Wilkes, Harry. He managed to injure Hestia, and stunned me. Dudley tried to run to my defense when Wilkes used the Cruciatus. Dudley stumbled and dropped to one knee...then got up and kept going, even when Wilkes hit him again with the curse."
"He what!?!" Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You're saying Wilkes hit him with the Cruciatus curse twice?"
"Yeah, and he would have done it a third time if Dudley hadn't grabbed him and then...it was the damndest thing, Harry. Never saw anything like it."
"What did you see?"
Dedalus shook his head again before he continued. "Dudley grabbed him by the throat and it was as if the Cruciatus curse flowed out of Dudley's body and back into Wilkes. Wilkes was screaming in agony before Dudley snapped his neck."
"Dudley did what!?!" Harry sat down on the bed in shock. Dudley had actually killed someone. Harry had often wondered in the past how long it would be before Dudley had beaten someone to death, but this was not what he expected. Dudley, his magic-fearing, hateful, and bullying cousin, had killed a Death Eater with his bare hands and stood up to one of the dark curses. "How did he do that?"
"We're not sure, Harry," said Hestia. "Though we suspect that the Dementor attack might have triggered something magical inside your cousin...something that we weren't able to identify. If the Ministry wasn't in shambles, I would have suggested having members of the Department of Mysteries check him out. There were other things as well."
"Well, we found out later that he could sense things that were magically concealed. He wasn't able to identify them, but he could sense that they were there. He could also sense the magical wards and protection spells that were in place." The witch allowed herself a small chuckle. "In a way, it was ironic...the magic-hating muggle turned out to be more than we thought. Unfortunately, your aunt and uncle viewed him as a freak even though he helped save our lives. When we brought them back here to Privet Drive, it was obvious that something was going to happen."
"Yeah," said Harry. "Dudders grew a backbone and put Uncle Vernon in the hospital. Why didn't you contact me about this?"
"He didn't want you to know, Harry," said Dedalus. "He said that he had to figure this out on his own and that you had been through enough. He agreed to let us tell you after he had left and to give you the letter here."
"Where are Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon?"
"Majorca. We thought it was best to get them out of the house before you came back."
"Probably a good idea, though I doubt Vernon would do anything to me now," said Harry. "Did Dudley say where he was going?"
Hestia shook her head. "No, and don't bother trying to locate him...you can't."
"Why not? Don't tell me you put a Fidelius charm on him."
"No...it's because we can't track him magically."