Second Chances [The Dudley Story] 35 - Flaunting Wealth, Filling Needs & Scheming The Schemers

[Note: All characters in the story are consenting legal adults over the age of 18.]

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Two weeks before OWLs, with Dumbledore's permission, Dudley took over one of the classrooms and used it as his private interview hall. The goal was to meet the seventh years who'd give their NEWTs, and if they were decent, he'd offer them jobs. 

At that point, Dudley's D&D Holdings employed almost sixty percent of British wizards; the rest were purbloods with their own businesses, owned small shops, worked in small companies, or were employed by the Ministry.

"Approved." He put a stamp on a sort of resume. It was just their OWL result card. According to their abilities, he sent them to different industries. He circled a few Muggleborn names for possible Vanguard recruitment as well. Anyone with decent arithmancy skills was sent to the banking side. Those good with Transfiguration and Charms were mostly sent to manufacturing. 

Potions and Alchemy top graders were sent to his soon-to-be global hospital chain, and those with Muggle studies grades were going to be made top-tier corporate espionage specialists. The best in Quidditch were selected for the Quidditch team he was thinking of building. 

He had a lot of plans. He had the chance now to own the entire world, and he wanted to do it. It was going to take years, perhaps decades, but he was in it for the long game. Taking over various magical ministries was easy for him. But the realm game was out there amongst the Muggles, where the real money and resources rested. He needed his bankrolled candidates in high positions, be it governments or large companies. 

He had the element of surprise right now. One day, he knew someone like himself would appear and challenge him. Before that happened, he had to eat up as much as he could and make himself unshakable. 

"Hmm… Divination." Dudley looked at the OWL's grade sheet and pondered. "I’ll consider you for a post in the Divination wing, but you’ll need to make an Unbreakable Vow first—that your readings remain strictly between yourself, me, and my staff. No exceptions. Some visions may well concern me, and I won’t have them wandering beyond trusted circles."

The female Ravenclaw frowned, thinking deeply. 

"Your starting salary will be two thousand galleons in the first year. Each year, during your appraisal, you’ll be eligible for a raise of five to ten percent, based on your performance." Dudley made the offer too good to refuse. Two thousand galleons was slightly more than a hundred thousand dollars. That much money for a Hogwarts graduate was a lot. Even by Muggle standards, it was a lot.

"Yes! I-I'll accept the job… Sir."

"Approved." Dudley stamped the paper and sent her away. Quickly after, another came, a guy. 

What the hell am I to do with this? 

He looked at the grades, and Care of Magical Creatures stood out. 

Open a magical zoo? Hmm… Sounds interesting. I could hire that Scamander guy as director. 

"Approved!"

"Yes!" The guy jumped, a Hufflepuff. "Thanks, Big D, you're the best!"

Dudley just smiled, his brows twitching. He loved being called Big D by girls because it meant different things to them. But when guys did it, it felt… weird. 

Again, the door opened, and the next candidate walked in. 

Dudley didn't smile this time. “What, you’re actually quitting Hogwarts after OWLs?”

"Why are you doing this to my family?!" Pansy Parkinson yelled, her face pale, eyes dark from insomnia, her dark, shoulder-length hair not as shiny anymore. She walked up to his table, dressed in a regular uniform. 

Dudley leaned back in that executive chair, arms crossed behind his head, measuring her from head to toe. She wasn't that tall to begin with, and now, with all her pride broken, her confidence lost, she looked even smaller. 

"If you're still thick enough to be asking that, you ought to pack it in and leave Hogwarts altogether. A bit late to quit now, though, isn’t it? No doting daddy's gold to prop you up either."  Dudley’s lip curled, watching her bravado wilt. "Repeat what you said on the train. Word for word. Then I'll answer."

Pansy frowned and looked down, her hands clenched the hem of her skirt. "I… I know I said a hurtful thing—"

“If you’ve come to drivel on with that pathetic excuse for a mouth, leave. Every second I waste on you costs more than your daddy ever scraped together.” Dudley flicked his hand as though brushing away dirt.

Tearful, Pansy choked up, her knuckles turned white, clenching her skirt. "I… I said… I don't see any other… f-fat pig's son run… running around…"

"And?"

"And I… I didn't mean to disrespect your deceased ro-rotund father… I'm sorry, Dudley, I was wrong. Please, I didn't know that—"

"That words have consequences?" Dudley snapped back. "I warned you. It was you who chose to ramble for no reason. I had nothing against you. I was just teasing your boyfriend if he's that. Parkinson, if you don't have the means to back your bullshit, it's best to zip your mouth. Sadly, it's too late for you."

"I didn't know that you would… I'm sorry."

“No, you’re not sorry. You’re put out because you’ve lost your pampered little princess life. Because you’re no longer the big fish you fancied yourself. Because, for once, you’re on the bloody receiving end. Because your pureblood supremacy doesn't mean shit in the real world." Dudley retorted and looked at the papers on the table again. 

“I’m just a fat pig’s son, aren’t I? A dirty little Muggleborn. So why are you standing there gawking? Changed your mind about how revolting I am? Spare yourself the trouble of breathing the same air as me.”

Dudley started reading the OWL results to find better talents. He didn't spare a glance at Pansy and waited for her to leave. 

"P-Please… Just this once… I-I'll do anything."

"Hm?" He heard the sound of clothes moving and looked in front of his table. Pansy had walked closer and was holding her skirt up, baring all her legs and loins. She wore thigh-high stockings and no panties. Her pale, plush thighs filled out of the stocking's edge; her bald pussy was on full display, a clean, tight slit. 

He frowned and looked at her face. 

Pansy stopped pursing her lips, eyes watery, and spread her legs wider, giving him a better view of her snug lower lips that, in truth, were beautiful, never explored. "I'll do… A-Anything."

"Hmm… tight," Dudley mumbled, staring at her loins, that slick, fiery furnace that looked satin silky. "What's this? Daddy Parkinson sent his daughter to whore around for some cash? Pathetic. Do me a favor, turn around."

“What?! Why?”

He said nothing.

Biting her lips, Pansy turned around as ordered. 

"Lean forward towards the door." 

Pansy did just that, legs spread, and leaned, making sure her hips surged out. 

"Mm… I see a great career ahead as a Knockturn Alley whore." Dudley watched, admiring actually. She had the classic pureblood pampered ass, soft, round, slender. Her asscheeks spread naturally, revealing a glimpse of her dark pink wrinkly hole and her slick, tight rose slit. "Lean more."

Pansy turned almost ninety degrees, feeling so exposed, the air brushing against her folds. This was her first time showing her loins to a guy. 

Actually pretty. Too bad, a pretty pussy doesn't always come with a decent personality. 

"Now, do me a favor."

Pansy stiffened, expecting that. 

"Get out."

"..."

Pansy stood up straight, her skirt falling back down as she turned around. "B-But…"

"What? You think just because I have a bit of fame with girls, I dive into every cunt spread in front of me? Leave now, Parkinson. While I admired what I saw, that face and voice of yours is utterly revolting—"

"I won't make a sound! You can cover my face!" She suggested.

"..."

That desperate? Shit, money does make people crazy.

"Come closer." He waved at her and made her look down at his table. He showed her the stamp he was using. It had the D&D logo on it. “Do you have the faintest idea what this mark is worth?”

Pansy gulped and shook her head. 

“Figures, I supposed as much. Look at this.” Dudley scribbles numbers onto the page, a long string of zeros. “This is the United Kingdom’s gross domestic product for the year, one and a half trillion. That’s the country’s total worth. And this…”

He wrote another number, at least thirty percent higher than the last one. 

“And this is D&D’s value, of which I am the sole owner. These are the assets it owns across the globe.” Dudley scribbled another figure, smaller, yet still enormous. “Three hundred billion. That was last year’s profit. This year? Higher. The dot-com bubble was a goldmine. For your simple mind, I made six billion galleons just last year.”

Pansy's face froze, her jaw tightened, and her feet moved backwards, as if she perceived danger. Her father's net worth was a few tens of millions of galleons at best. And that was generational wealth. 

"And…" Dudley scratched all the numbers he'd written and burned the paper. "I haven’t even added my magical holdings. Diagon Alley, markets across Europe, magical enterprises all over the world, and Ollivanders is now global thanks to me. And don’t forget the magical side of D&D Bank. How much more would that make me worth? Twice? Thrice more?"

Pansy Parkinson's mind short-circuited, and her feet pulled her further away from that table. Her mind tried to quantify those numbers in real-world terms. But it only made her more speechless.

Creak!

Dudley got up from his chair, D&D stamp in his hand. He walked around the table and reached her frozen figure. He stood in front of her, grabbed her right arm, pushed her sleeves up roughly, and caressed her pale, soft skin. 

"Do you have any idea how many would kill for a single minute of my attention? It's a privilege earned by those in Hogwarts. Every second of my time earns nearly two hundred thousand galleons. The fifteen minutes you spent rambling and spreading your legs cost nearly two hundred million galleons." Dudley said and softly stamped the D&D seal on her forearm, black ink staining her pale skin with a rhombus and the white emblem within. "That is the weight of this symbol and my name."

Pansy just stared at that mark on her forearm. It actually felt heavy. Her hands started shaking, shivering. It wasn't fear, just the overwhelmingness. The grandness. She had no idea who Dudley Dursley was. She never bothered to learn. He was just a Muggleborn who got lucky, not anymore, of course. 

"I-I'm sorry." Pansy cried, true tears this time. She simply couldn't think of a way out in front of an insurmountable wall like him. He wanted nothing from her. She offered her dignity, and he rejected that, too. 

"P-Please…"

Dudley shrugged and turned around, walking lazily to his chair. “You’re worthless to me, Parkinson. Study hard, pass your OWLs and NEWTs, and I might give you a proper job. That’s your life now. And don’t think for a second my people won’t notice. One slip, one shady contact, one stroll into Knockturn Alley, and I’ll make sure you and your parents regret it behind Azkaban bars.”

To live like a common Muggleborn wizard, starting from scratch. That was the greatest punishment for a pureblood supremacist who wanted to live in Dudley's world. Who wasn't as insane as the likes of Bellatrix? 

She nodded and just left the recruitment hall, so much more humble than ever in her entire privileged princess life. 

Back inside the hall, Dudley had taken out a mirror from the table drawer. 

I don't think I look evil. He fixed his hair. Charming, actually.

Knock! Knock!

Soon enough, the next candidate walked in. 

Dudley looked at the OWL grade sheet and frowned. 

Top grades in Astronomy? What the hell am I to do with that?

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Serua, Maluku Islands, Eastern Indonesia.

"Pathetic! Is this why Mr. X has employed us? Efficiency is all that counts! Fail in a bloody mock battle, and you’ll fail in the field. Is that your aim? To die on the battlefield? All captains, assemble in the meeting hall!"

The four hundred men and women in black coats and white masks stood in rows and columns dejectedly. The man shouting at them was their general, Commander White. And they'd just lost a mock battle against Commander Red's army, which was also of the same numbers.

Vanguards now numbered two thousand and two hundred. Two thousand were actual fighters, and two hundred were under Commander Coat, the head of R&D. Though the R&D was situated in a secret location now, only known to commanders and a select few. 

As of now, they were training inside a newly created secret base. It was specially made to resemble a certain place. The British member of Vanguards had instantly recognized it—the Ministry of Magic. The entire training base was a replica of the Ministry. 

They didn't know who they were to fight against. But since their employment vow clearly stated that it wasn't for evil, they didn't worry too much. 

Meanwhile, back inside Commander White's meeting room, he scolded the ten captains under his command. 

"Weak! Absolutely weak! Where is the teamwork? We are no longer Aurors or Hit Wizards; we are a disciplined army. We cover each other’s backs, that’s our edge. Our division’s task is to seal the Ministry’s top eight floors. We fight only if attacked. Our mission is to set traps, curses, Apparition, and Portkey barriers. Remember, we fight goblins. Their curse-breaking is unmatched. We must be clever, inventive, and unyielding."

That was the scene at all five divisions. Each had been given a different task. They were no longer Dudley's private army. They were now an army hired by the Ministry and Order of the Phoenix to end Voldemort's reign. 

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"Ummmh… Oh… Mmmmh… I-In me…"

"Fuck, Daph, I know… that," Dudley grunted into her mouth as the plump assed, blond Slytherin rocked on his cock as he sat on a chair. Her skirt hiked up, he clawed at her doughy rump, groping her roughly to ride deeper, harder into him. 

Her white shirt was unbuttoned, revealing her handful soft breasts that he'd already suckled to bright red marks. He fucked her like it was his claim to be inside her, and fuck… emptying his balls inside her was just as thrilling. 

Her pussy fit so snugly around his thickness, her depth made to take him balls deep. 

"I just…" Dudley rolled his own hips, his feet hard on the floor as he fucked upwards into her slippery cunt. She had already climaxed once and spilled her juices on his lap. "Hoped for some… mouth attention."

"Mmmmh… I need this…" Daphne’s ass bounced harder, higher, like waves. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, and her face was constantly going for deep, lip-locks, tongue, and all the drenched heat combined. There was no shame left between them. They communicated and asked directly what they wanted. Sadly, Daphne's demands started and ended with that he finish inside her. As for the rest, he could do anything with her. 

"That… I'll do it later… so… just fuck me now… harder, Dudle-eeeeh~"

It was the Arithmancy classroom, so Dudley had no care. He gave her what she wanted. OWLs were just three days away, so she was rather demanding now. He'd been emptying his balls inside her every day for the past four days, and she wanted him to keep doing it until the end of OWLs. 

Who was he to complain? 

Her lips never left him for long. She smothered his mouth with greedy kisses, her tongue pushing in and sliding wetly, then trailed her lips across his cheek, his jaw, down his throat. 

His hands roamed over her like she was his personal feast, clawing her ass cheeks, kneading her soft, doughy flesh until his fingers sank deep enough to leave marks. His thumbs dug into her waist as he rocked her down onto him, every bounce sending a wet, lewd squelch echoing through the empty classroom.

Schlk! Schlk! Schlk!

Daphne suddenly gasped, her thighs tightening as her body convulsed, little shudders shaking her from head to toe. Her face buried into his neck, lips sucking and kissing at his skin like she wanted to give him something back. 

Her body moved like she’d lost her mind. She kept bouncing on his cock even as sweat rolled down her temples, even as her thighs burned. Her hips slammed down onto his lap again and again. Her breasts smothered his chest, her nipples dragging across his shirt as she clung to him. Her swollen clit grinding against the ridge of his pelvis.

“Hhnnnnhh Mmmphh”

Dudley devoured her mouth, eating her moans. His tongue tasted her spit as his cock carved her out from below. She was shaking, close to the edge, and he knew it. If he dragged her too far, she’d be out cold. But fuck, watching her fall apart like this had his balls tightening, cock swelling inside her.

"Daph… I'm gonna get… rough."

“D-Do… anything… You want," she whimpered, eyes glazed, face flushed.

“Fuck… You’re made for this!” he snarled, and with a sudden surge, his arms hooked beneath her thighs. He stood up, never pulling out, his cock still buried balls-deep inside her. Her body jolted, ass dangling down as he leaned forward, angling her just right for brutal thrusts.

“Ooooooh! Yesss—Harder!” Daphne’s scream bounced off the walls. 

Her arms flailed, then locked tight around his shoulders as he pounded into her dangling cunt. She thought she only loved the part where he painted her insides, but now she craved everything before it. The stretch, the pounding, the filth of being used by him. With Dudley, she was free, safe to be as depraved as she truly was.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

Every slam of his cock shot through her body, her ass rippling, pale flesh bouncing with each impact. Their skin slapped wetly, her leaking slick making obscene, squelching noises with every merciless thrust.

“Oh! Oh! Ohhh yesss!” 

Her long blonde hair flew wildly, strands sticking to her damp cheeks. Her face twisted in wicked pleasure, mouth open, moans spilling raw and messy. Sometimes she even dipped her head to nibble on his chest, biting his muscles, leaving little pink marks between desperate kisses.

Her body rippled in waves, her soft thighs trembling, her ass quivering as he split her open. He was so deep, so far inside, he swore he could feel her womb kissing the tip of his engorged flesh. 

"Close…" He grunted.

"Don't you… dare…" she gasped, gripping his shoulders tighter.

“I know…” he hissed, and then buried himself to the root, his cock grinding as deep as it could possibly go. His whole body shuddered as his balls tightened, tingled, and finally erupted. Hot, white batter poured out of him in furious bursts, shooting into her love canal, boiling inside her like lava. His cock twitched wildly, every pulse releasing another thick rope. 

It was too much for her to hold in. Her pussy overflowed, creamy froth spilling out around his cock, bubbling out in fat, sticky globs. It dripped down the seam of her ass, sliding on her lusty curves, pooling on the floor in obscene white splatters.

And still, he fucked her through it, impaling her on his flesh pole, dragging her up and down his cock while cum sloshed and spilled around them. Each thrust churned the mess deeper, frothing the slick into tiny bubbles that coated his shaft. 

She loved it, that warm, sticky, silky sensation deep inside. That was her vice. Her high.

Squelch–spurt! Plap!

The squelching was disgusting, wet, and sloppy, but the way her pussy twitched and squeezed around him made it addictive.

She wasn’t light. Her body was lush, curvy, perfect for sinking into. His thighs burned, but it only made him groan louder. “Gaaaah… I guess… thanks for helping me… train my stamina.”

Daphne giggled breathlessly, even as her body sagged in his arms. 

He finally dropped back onto the chair, their skin sticking together, cum leaking everywhere. 

She caught her breath, still panting, and pressed a slow kiss against his lips, tasting their sweat, their spit, their filth. When the high finally calmed, her expression shifted. She knew her boundaries; she didn’t love him. But his cock unloading inside her, she loved that more than anything.

"Let me… move."

Almost reluctantly, she slipped off his lap. Cum gushed out of her stretched love hole the instant his manhood slid free, spilling down in long, syrupy strings. Her thighs glistened as it ran, but Daphne ignored it. 

She dropped to her knees between his legs, not caring that the floor was sticky with their mess. Her knees pressed right into the puddle of spilled seed, her skin smeared with cum, but she leaned forward eagerly.

Dudley’s cock hung heavy and glistening, utterly coated from base to tip in seeds. His balls too, streaked and sticky. A mess, but Daphne’s eyes lit up. She wanted to taste it. To reward him.

“Mmmmh…” she moaned softly as her hand wrapped around him, her digits slipping in the slick. 

She bent low and licked up from the bottom of his balls, dragging her tongue along the sticky seam, up to the base of his shaft. Her tongue moved left to right, savoring the taste, cleaning him like he was a plate of spilled cream. Then she moved to the twitching shaft, dragging the flat of her pink tongue up and down, her lips pressing wet kisses against him, as if she wanted to leave hickeys on his flesh.

Strings of cum smeared her flushed lips, glued her fingers, dripped down her wrist.

Dudley grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair, pulling it tight to keep her strands out of the mess. His grip guided her as she opened her mouth wider, finally wrapping her lips around the swollen tip.

"You know…" Dudley voiced, watching her choke willingly on his cock, bringing it back to life. "I met your sister, Astoria."

"Mmh?"

She kept gobbling him down, her tongue writhing inside her mouth like a living thing. It pressed and slithered against his cock, massaging the thick vein along the underside, then curling upward to tease the ridge of his cockhead each time she pulled back. When she plunged down again, her tongue smeared spit and cum together into one messy cocktail of filth.

"I dropped a few hints. Compliments and stuff. I think she might be interested in a date with me."

“Mmmmmmhh~” Daphne moaned hard around his cock, her hand stroking his base as her mouth worked him. The moment he pushed her deeper, she didn’t fight it. She threw her face onto his cock, shoving it down her throat until her nose pressed to his trimmed pubes.

"So, I was wondering, Daph. What if I wanted to… let's say, do you two, Greengrass sisters, together. Would you mind?"

Daphne's eyes widened, and she looked up. She gurgled and freed her face. "Ah… A-Ambitious, are you?"

"That's why I am where I am," Dudley replied with a smirk. 

She smacked his thigh with a wet slap, annoyed but with fire in her eyes. The look she gave him wasn’t scolding; it was a challenge.

"If she doesn't mind, and as long as you know where to unload."

"What if she wants it inside as well?" He asked. 

"Then…" She squeezed his cock hard. "You'd better come prepared for both of us."

"So demanding… Uh!"

Her answer wasn’t words. Her head dove back down, swallowing his cock in one greedy plunge. Her throat convulsed instantly, choking as his thickness jammed past her tongue, past her gag reflex, until her lips and nose were crushed against his pubes.

 She stayed there, choking on his cock, drool spilling from the corners of her mouth, tears rolling fresh from her eyes. Her throat flexed and squeezed around him, milking him from the inside as if she could drink him straight from the source.

"Fuck, Daph… Never knew you sucked… this well!"

She felt him throbbing, the heavy, angry pulse of his cock swelling inside her mouth. His balls twitched against her chin. Her throat worked frantically, swallowing, massaging, refusing to let him pull back.

Dudley lost it.

He erupted with a violent spasm, shooting hot, watery ropes straight down her throat. He groaned through clenched teeth, hands forcing her head tight against his groin while his seed pumped into her gullet. 

Gluk! Gluk! Glugh!

She gulped immediately, the sound of loud, wet swallows echoing in the quiet room. Her throat bobbed as she drank him straight, gulp after gulp, until she was slapping his thighs desperately for breath.

He let her go.

Daphne pulled back only an inch, just enough to breathe, but she didn’t stop swallowing. His cockhead stayed lodged in her mouth as she kept gulping down the last spurts, her tongue swirling under his shaft to catch every drop. Her glistening eyes looked up at him with a wicked glimmer, as if mocking him for how easily he came, as if daring him to do it again.

Dudley exhaled raggedly, leaning back in the chair with a look of bliss. He hadn’t planned for Daphne. She had been an unexpected luxury, a filthy surprise that kept spreading her legs for him and begging for his cum. But now, the thought of both Greengrass sisters together, it wasn’t a fantasy anymore. It was a target, a conquest.

"Aaaaargh~" Daphne finally pulled her face back, panting, having drunk him dry. "We'd better go… It's Umbridge's class."

"Ah, to hell with her, she's a nobody," Dudley said, pulled her up to her feet, and moved her to the nearby table before pushing her forward onto it. He stood behind her, cock in hand. "I'm in the mood to fill you a little more. Unless you don't wa—"

"No… I want it." Daphne mumbled and reached behind with her own stretched arms, and spread her own asscheeks wide.

Dudley rubbed his cockhead on her beautiful, little wrinkled anal hole. "Ever thought of taking it in here?"

"No-oh—Not today."

"Mm? So it is on the menu?" 

With a chuckle, Dudley drove back into her slippery, well-oiled pussy. It really was the life he strived for in Hogwarts. After dealing with Voldemort, he planned to have it for the sixth and seventh years.

What a beautiful view.

He relished the sensations, sliding inside Daphne’s leaking cave of wonders while staring at her sweat-soaked, unblemished back. 

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Secret Gringotts Hideout, Wales,

"This is the moment we have all been waiting for, my loyal Death Eaters, and my goblin allies," Voldemort began, delight coursing through every syllable, though scorn laced his mind for goblins. "Months of planning for this very moment. We shall have Potter’s life, and that mudblood’s."

"We shall," the head goblin declared from his seat at the end of the table. "The Potters and the Dursleys have dared to lift their heads higher than they deserve. We shall quash them both. We shall reclaim what is ours."

Nobody cheered at the goblin's words. It was clear, Gringotts wasn't a natural ally, but more a necessary filth they tolerated. They needed financial backing. 

"That we will," Voldemort hissed with venom. "Potter shall be easy to draw. He will crawl to me like some witless fool clutching shadows. What of the mudblood? How will you drag him in?"

The head goblin smirked, looking even more ugly than he already was. "Of that, we have already made certain. Few things could draw him. But we have secured one dear to him, one for whom he will hazard all to rescue."

"His mother?!" blurted Bellatrix, her voice laced with thrill. 

The head goblin just smiled. 

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Hogwarts, 

"Mr. Dursley's mother has been abducted," Dumbledore announced gravely, his eyes lingering on each solemn face gathered in his office. "It is almost certainly Voldemort's hand at work."

"What? We should save her then!" Sirius exclaimed. "Where is she?"

"We have yet to find her. The Ministry has been fully informed of the matter. Their Aurors are at work even now, seeking her tirelessly. Let us hope she is found in safety before Mr. Dursley discovers the truth and takes steps that might become… dangerous," Dumbledore said.

"But it's Dudley's right to know about his mother," Lily argued. 

"Dudley's young, hot-tempered. I fear he will act rashly, and such folly could bring harm to his mother." Dumbledore’s eyes swept over them. "We shall leave no stone unturned in our search for her."

"He is a little crazy," Sirius muttered. "He'll probably throw money at people and hope to find her."

To his words, everyone ended up nodding. They could imagine that happening. 

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Room of Requirement,

"Ugh… You two drain the soul out of me." Dudley panted, lying in the middle of his two beautiful nymphs, his balls emptied once in each as they hugged him and dotted his face with kisses. 

"Can't help it," Susan muttered. 

"I needed this. Made me relax a lot." Hannah added, and pulled his face to her to kiss his lips, her soft breasts smothered over his shoulder, her nude body burning with heat. 

"Wouldn’t it be worth checking through tomorrow’s questions again, just to be sure?" Dudley asked, holding them snug against himself, his hands paling their ass. “I might guess the questions, but learning the answers properly is up to you, isn’t it?”

"Ummh… We've done it over and over for days now." Susan muttered and moved down, kissing his chest, his belly, and then kneeling beside his hip and claiming his cum drenched cock to suckle. 

Hannah did the same, moaning all the way. "Relax, Dud."

He exhaled and did just that, arms crossed behind his head while relishing the sensation of two mouths and four hands attending to his rising erection. The OWLs were going to start the next day, and he really wasn't worried. 

I should throw a massive party after dealing with Voldemort. Maybe invite Hogwarts alumni, too. Might find some talents. 

"Tsk, Hannah, this part's mine."

"Susan, really? Fighting over a cock?"

"Well, it's our cock!"

"..."

Dudley heard the two girls and just closed his eyes. He was far too used to their filthy encounters, listening to them divide his cock like private territory. 

"Alright, right ball's yours, left one's mine."

"..."

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The first exam was Charms, and Dudley didn't disappoint. He no longer faced the uncertain spellcasting issue. On Tuesday, it was Transfiguration. He'd prepared well beforehand, just as Susan and Hannah had. 

He breezed through them, then Herbology, DADA, Potions, Care of Magical Creatures, Arithmancy, and History of Magic. 

Both written and practical exams went well. And considering Hannah and Susan's expressions, they did well. Besides, by volunteering as Daphne's cum relief support every day before the exam, she seemed rather happy with her performance. So much so that for the first time, she gave him a blowjob without asking him to spill inside right after the last day’s exam. 

But as expected, the last day of the exams wasn't supposed to be so calm and relaxing. That evening, the newspapers arrived. The front page of the Daily Prophet had a headline that made everyone look for Dudley. 

Meanwhile, Dudley stood at the wooden bridge, alone, newspaper in hand, staring out at the openness before him. 

[Mrs. Dursley Abducted! How Will Dudley Dursley React?! — It has now been revealed that Mrs. Dursley, mother of the richest wizard in the world, disappeared two weeks ago. The Ministry was aware but said nothing. Insiders say Mr. Dursley himself did not know, as he lives within Hogwarts. Where is Mrs. Dursley? Where—]

It was a nicely written article by Rita Skeeter, provoking the Ministry and Dudley. 

"Hey, Dudley!" 

Right then, Harry appeared, his breath rough, newspaper in his hand. With a frown, he rushed to him and held his shoulders. 

"Dudley, don't worry. We'll find Aunt Petunia!" 

"Hm?" Dudley looked at him, all confused. "Worry? Why would I worry?"

Harry showed the newspaper. "Aunt Petunia… she was kidnapped."

"I know."

"..."

"T-Then… We'll save here. I'll go with you, Dudley."

"Why?" Dudley asked back. 

"..."

Harry was dumbfounded. "Why? To save Aunt Petunia, of course."

Suddenly, a smirk formed on Dudley's lips. 

"Are you sure it's really my Mum they've got?"