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Chapter 90: Horcrux
"I made a potion for a beauty product," confessed Dudley, his voice serious while looking at Amelia eyes unflinching.
Amelia Bones froze in place, her fist clenched and there is no sound escaped from her lips. She had expected some excuse, perhaps even a blatant denial, but not this... certainly not Dudley simply admitting it without hesitation.
"You… what?" she asked slowly. Her sharp gaze bored into him. "You know it is strictly prohibited for Muggles to use wizard-made items. Whether it is a plant cultivated with magic or an enchanted object, the law is clear. And now you are telling me you have not only used one but given it to other Muggles? A potion, no less!" Her voice hardened. "Do not tell me you were unaware of the law and you just broke it, just because you called me your aunt you dare to broke the law? For your information I won't even spare you if you broke the law."
"I know about the law," Dudley replied calmly.
Amelia opened her mouth to continue, but Dudley raised a hand slightly, cutting her off. "But for a Muggle who has a wizard son like me, the situation is different," he said firmly. "The Statute of Secrecy states that a Muggle family with a magical child can be exposed to the magical world without violating the law."
Her brows drew together, a frown etching deep lines on her forehead. "I have been the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement for many years, Dudley. Do you honestly think I am so ignorant that I would overlook a detail like that? That such a law exists without my knowledge?" Her voice rose with anger, her tone cutting like ice.
"I am not lying, Aunt....." Dudley paused, catching himself. "No… Madam Bones. Look at the Book of Magical Law, the edition published in 1823. It states that a new clause had been added and if you just find it you can read it"
"I have read every revision of British Magical Law," Amelia interrupted sharply, leaning forward over her desk. Her eyes were stormy, her patience thinning. "And I can tell you with absolute certainty that there is no such clause allowing Muggles to distribute or use potions freely, regardless of who their relatives are."
Dudley did not flinch. "What you said is true, they cannot distribute or use a potion among them but Madam, but there is also another clause which stated that the muggles can be treated with magic if needed, if there is no exposure that the statue of secrecy broken because of it," he said quietly, almost challengingly. "So there is 2 clause that supported me in 1823 version of law. I don't know what happen but that clause was quietly removed in later years by the author without the vote being approved, possibly without proper public notice. If you check the archives, you will see it the law that supporting me."
For a moment, there was silence between them. Amelia jaw tightened. She hated being challenged and she hated the one who challenged her just a teen, named Dudley Dursley.
"Why would you even bother reading an edition that old?" she demanded.
"Because," Dudley said, leaning back slightly, "I wanted to make a potion, is it wrong?" Replied Dudley
"You still haven't answered why you made the potion," she said finally, narrowing her eyes.
"It was for my mother, she really wanted to become a witch but she couldn't so I wanted her to test the power of potion" Dudley replied simply. "I had access to a magical ingredients, I brewed something to make her happy. That's all."
"That's all?" Amelia repeated, her voice sharp. "Do you understand that this is not some petty rule you have bent? If the wrong people find out like Lucius Malfoy, you could be accused of violating the Statute, fined heavily, or even imprisoned. And given your family's history—"
Amelia studied him, her keen eyes searching for any hint of deceit but Dudley gaze stay firm.
"Very well, Mr. Dursley. I will check the archives. If this clause truly exists, you will have your justification. But if it does not...."
"It does," Dudley said simply.
Her lips pressed into a thin line. "We will see."
---Destroying Horcrux---
Dudley called Kreacher into his briefcase, he wanted to destroy the Horcrux.
The locket had been in Dudley possession for some time and he had promised Kreacher that he would be the one to destroy it, if Kreacher agreed to serve as a house-elf in a Muggle household for half a year.
"Master, you called me?" asked Kreacher.
"Yes," Dudley replied. "All the items are ready, and we're going to destroy that thing." Then he leaned in and whispered, "The one that Regulus wanted to destroy. So… Plan A."
Kreacher eyes lit up, he knew exactly what "Plan A" meant. Without another word he hold Dudley hand and they both turned on the spot and apparated, the sharp crack echoing faintly before the scene around them shifted. They arrived in a quiet, warded location, far from any prying eyes.
"I collected this myself," said Dudley while his hand unpacking something.
"What is that, Master?" Kreacher asked.
"This," Dudley said calmly, holding up a long, gleaming basilisk fang, "is the item that can destroy the locket. I took it from the Chamber of Secrets, deep under Hogwarts. Not exactly a tourist spot."
"Thank you, Master, for honoring the last wish of Master Regulus," Kreacher said.
"Kreacher," Dudley said, his tone steady but firm, "it's time."
Kreacher nodded once.
"I made you a promise," Dudley continued. "You will be the one to destroy this… if you agree to serve as a house-elf in a Muggle household for half a year. No tricks, no evasions and you have succeeded so this is your reward."
Kreacher fingers twitched toward the locket, his expression torn between the instinctive desire to destroy the object that had brought him so much grief and the dark compulsion radiating from it. As soon as he reached for it, he felt a surge of magic trying to worm into him, urging him to protect it instead.
Seeing Kreacher hesitation, Dudley shook the elf shoulder.
"Can you do it? If not, I'll help you."
Kreacher woke up from the slight compulsion magic
"I can… but if I can't, please help me," Kreacher pleaded.
"I will," Dudley promised. He then pulled a tape recorder from his bag and pressed play.
The sound of Harry speaking Parseltongue filled the air and with a faint click, the locket sprang open.
A silvery figure emerged, swirling before forming into the handsome likeness of a young man, it is Regulus Black. Kreacher wide eyes grew even wider.
"Kreacher," the apparition said in a cold, taunting voice, "you want to kill me?"
"No, Master," Kreacher whispered, trembling.
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So, which power should Dudley original brother have? I found out many people wanted him to have proficiency panel. But I myself feel either ancient one or Dr Strange.
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Chapter 118: Tired
Chapter 119: The Hero
Chapter 120: Friend Reaction