Second Chances [The Dudley Story] 20 - The Vanguard Family

Knock! Knock!

Dudley knocked on Potter's home, the house across the street. It was almost fully identical to his own place, except for all the magical things, of course. He couldn’t add those as Petunia had some friends and other muggle relatives coming over from time to time. 

"Aunt Lily?" He knocked again and called for her. 

Click!

"Dudley?" Lily opened the door halfway, leaving only enough space for Dudley to look inside. 

What the hell is she wearing? 

Looking at her attire, he could understand why she didn't open the door fully. There she stood, looking like a goddess of sin. Her red hair was tied in a messy, single, loose braid, leaving too many strands falling around her head. Her face flushed pale, no lipstick, as if she was prepared to go to bed. 

Her clothes, however, revealed too much. It was a single piece of straw-yellow nightdress, a short one at that. It hung on her shoulders by thin straps, coursing down with bends that dipped over her voluptuous, nude cleavage, showing much of the fullness of her breasts. It clung to her curvy waist and broadened out wide on her luscious, plump hips, ending right around the middle of her fleshy thighs.

With no restraint, he looked down at those milky, silk-like legs, full and soft to look at, her feet nude too. If the nightdress was just a few inches shorter, he could have seen what she wore underneath. 

"Dudley?" Lily peered at him, her green eyes gleaming with a knowing flicker. A blush covered her cheeks. 

"Ah, Mum sent some cake for you. She baked too much." He raised the covered tray towards her. 

Lily opened the door a little more in response. "I was just making coffee… Care to join me?"

Coffee before going to sleep? At least make it believable, Lily. 

"Sure." 

Dudley walked into the house. He'd been in there plenty before, but that night, it looked slightly different. Most of the lights were dim, barely saving the space from pitch darkness. The only bright light was a lamp in the kitchen area, where a pot of coffee was steaming above the countertop.

Ignoring the sound of the door closing behind, followed by a click of the lock, he strolled past the living room sofas and entered the U-shaped kitchen area. He placed the cake on top of the kitchen counter and then leaned against the island counter in the middle, looking at the coffee heating up.

"When did you return?" Lily asked, walking in front of him to grab two coffee mugs from the upper cabinet. That entire time, her back was facing him. She had to rise on her toes to reach up, making her protruding bottom stand out, the hem of her nightdress rising, revealing the subtle climbing curve of her ass.

Dudley inhaled a deep breath. That barely lit house and the bright bulb of the kitchen cast a beautiful, golden hue on her body. Her neck, her shoulders glistened, and the faint shadow underneath gave birth to some exciting desires. 

"Only about an hour ago. What about you? Thought you’d be busy with work. What does the Hogwarts Board of Governors even do, anyway? Place never seems properly cleaned. Suppose we were lucky the Triwizard Tournament was held there—never would’ve known those dark walls were really a sort of light sandy grey."

Lily chuckled like a ticklish tease in his gut. "I know just what you mean, Dudley. I’ve never seen the school shine like that either. But don’t blame the Board. The funds are set aside each year—it’s the Headmaster who decides where they go."

"Hang on—you’re saying it’s Dumbledore’s fault the school looks like some troll’s dungeon?"

"I guess so." Lily poured the coffee into the mug. But instead of handing it to him, she grabbed the mug and turned around towards Dudley. She beckoned herself and pushed herself up until her hips flattened on top of the kitchen counter. She sat there and then crossed her legs high, her thighs squeezing tight, molding the jelly-like soft flesh into delectable shapes. 

What a woman. She's really committed to the whole act. 

Dudley couldn't help but look. The way her thigh squeezed when folded on top of her other leg. The way she sat made her nightdress hike up further, revealing the underside of her thighs, pale and smooth, all the way till the curve of her ass and those pastel pink panties. Heck, he could even peek at the bridge of her panties between her squeezed legs.

There was no doubt. Lily was doing it knowingly. With full, willing intent. And if that gentle, flowery scent in her house was any hint, she was trying to set the mood or something. 

"Here." She extended the coffee mug towards him, leaning forward. More of her cleavage slipped out, and one of the nightdress straps on her other shoulder slid sideways. 

Dudley was only a human. A shameless tent formed in his pants, and he made no attempts to hide it. 

"Thanks." He took the coffee and waited for her to grab some for herself. But instead, she kept staring at him. Her bright, green eyes were occasionally leering at his erection. 

So, we're going to play that game? Fine, let's do that. 

She wanted him to take the first step. All that skin on display was meant to excite him. Her eyes were meant to hint at her willingness. But Dudley had no such plans. He didn't want to take advantage of her desperation. 

Yes, he was absolutely aroused. Lily may have been almost twice his age, but she was a beauty nonetheless. In truth, Dudley rather liked her mature curves. He wanted to slide snugly between those lush thighs and hold her waist. He wanted to do a lot of unholy things. 

So, unless she openly, willingly, and clearly invited him to do it. He wouldn't cross that final threshold. 

Of course, the final threshold was the keyword. He didn't mind looking and touching. 

"So… I checked Moaning Myrtle's bathroom almost every night. I never found anything."

Dudley took a long sip of the coffee first. "Because there was nothing to share."

"But…" Panic froze on Lily's beautiful face. "You said… The final task is just a month away. I have to find who's behind all this. I don't want anything to happen to him… I…"

"Lily J. Potter…" Dudley moved abruptly, putting away the coffee mug. He glided closer to her, forgoing any semblance of decency left between them. His belly pressed against the raised side of her crossed leg. His hand confidently moved and slid over her naked knee and slowly slid upward, inward, between the squeezed gap of her legs. 

It sent a shiver down his spine. The sensation of her soft, silk-like legs made his loins tingle. But he didn't waver and continued sliding his spread hand. Reaching down between her legs, he made them open up. 

As her nightdress remained hitched up, he finally had a clear, uninterrupted view of what lay between those full thighs. The junction of her legs, that plump fullness hidden under the bridge of her pastel pink panties. 

Let's not embarrass her now. 

He stopped looking and pushed himself between her spread legs, tightly pressing his loins against hers, making sure she felt how hard she'd made him. How much he throbbed in need. Both his hands worked on her further, grabbing her legs on his sides and raising them beside his waist, keeping himself snug between them. 

Looking at her face, that insane red blush made everything clear. She felt it, she saw it, and she knew what he wanted. And when her legs willingly clamped around his waist, Dudley knew she wanted it too. 

But while the blush revealed her desire, her eyes remained shaken, scared as if. Her actions were willing, but her thoughts weren't. 

"Lily…" He took her name, his voice deep. His hand moved up from her legs and gently held her curvy, full waist. He decided not to go further than that. "Do you know how the second task was meant to end?"

Her heart racing, Lily forced her mind to focus on his face and not what pressed between her legs. "H-How?"

"Hm…" Dudley took a deep breath in, feeling the folds of her flower against his erection. His hands, it took everything to not slide up and palm her amazing, voluptuous mounds. “The task was meant to start the same way. But Fleur was supposed to come out of the water early—the Merpeople would’ve attacked her. In the end, Harry was meant to surface last because he’d have needed to fight them off and save not just one, but both of the hostages—you and Fleur’s sister.”

A frown appeared on her face. 

"Do you know why that didn't happen?" Dudley leaned in slightly, close enough to feel her breath, to see every little detail of her lips and skin. His voice was quieter now, almost teasing. His lower chest traced the nightdress on her swells. "Why don't you take a guess?"

A visible, slow gulp traveled down her throat. "You?"

"Ten points to Gryffindor." He teased, smirking handsomely. His hands couldn't go up, so they went down from her waist, feeling the side of her hips. There was so much to grip. She almost jumped when he gave a soft squeeze.

"Lily, knowing the future doesn’t mean you can change everything. The more people who know, the less certain it all becomes. If I’d told you, your instincts would’ve told you to stop Harry, no matter what. And while I understand that, it would’ve left me unsure of what would happen next. I made sure Fleur could handle the Merpeople and save her sister. I made sure Harry was ready to save you."

Lily never stopped frowning. "So you knew the future!"

Dudley shook his head. “I knew what was certain. This is Harry’s fate—you can’t stop it, only nudge it a bit while it carries on. That’s why I asked you to leave me out of it. Thought I’d be better off on the sidelines… Didn’t do much good, though. Vernon still died.”

Lily's eyes softened at last. In a surprise move, she sat straighter and pressed her swells harder on his chest. Her legs clamped harder around him, squeezing him into her loins. One of her hands moved and traced the line of buttons on his shirt, teasing his chest. 

"Then… is there anything else that you can share? I'm restless… I can't function like this. Something… Anything, Dudley. I—" She gulped, her heart pumping like a racehorse. "I'll do anything!"

"Anything?" Dudley smiled and pinched her chin between his fingers softly. He raised her face a little and closed in on her lips with his own, leaving mere inches in between. "Are you sure?"

Lily's jaw tightened as she nodded. 

"Hm…" 

Dudley hummed, let out a warm sigh, and pecked on her left cheek, so close to her mouth that it was almost on the edge of her warm lips, that it couldn't be anything but a sexual action. 

"Respectable." He muttered and stepped away from her, shifting back from her legs. The middle of her panties showed a visible, faint streak of wetness. The arousal was there. But sadly, the mind wasn’t. "Look what you did to me."

He jokingly pointed at his aching erection. Only this time, he fixed it and slanted his cock downward against his leg. 

"Look, Lily, I’d be lying if I said it’s easy to hold back. Any other bloke might’ve just pounced on you. You're fucking gorgeous. And I’m not thick in the head—I know what you’re doing. And trust me, I’d love to, but…" He grabbed the coffee again. "Not unless you really want it. Properly. Wanting it as much as I do."

In a few gulps, he finished drinking the coffee. 

"Take this chance to think this through, yeah? Because if you tease me like this again, I can’t promise I’ll be able to hold back. Do it once more, and I’ll take that as you really mean it." He declared and placed the coffee mug down. 

"And for the last time. You don't need to do any sexual favors to get my help. I’ve got my own reasons for keeping a bit of distance, for not sharing everything. Just remember—predictions aren’t much use if everyone knows them."

Lily nodded and stood back on her feet. She patted down her short nightdress, embarrassment written on her face. Also, a little relief. She'd convinced herself that she had to do this. Something she never imagined ever doing. 

"Thank you for understanding me."

"I'll take that, Lily." Dudley cleared his throat as he turned to leave. "You look… well, really stunning in that nightdress. Took all my focus not to do something stupid."

That made the poor woman even more embarrassed. But she nodded, taking that compliment. She didn’t even expect him to find her attractive. Now, well, she felt it first hand, right between her legs.

As Dudley walked towards the exit, Lily followed behind. 

He paused at the door, turning to glance at her. "The only thing I can really tell you is that the Dark Marks have begun to burn. And you know what that means."

Lily looked up at his face in that dim light. She knew exactly what that meant. The Dark Lord was back. Growing stronger. 

"I'll tell you more when the time's right. Just trust me—Harry's safe, and he always will be."

It's his goddamn story, after all. While I'm the fucking cannon fodder. 

"Thank you." Lily grabbed his hand and squeezed it between her palms. "I was wrong about you. I thought…"

"I'm evil?" He interrupted, chuckling. "You know more than anyone, Lily. I'm not what I look like."

She stepped closer to him. "Can I… know your name?"

"Dudley Dursley."

"Not that one."

Dudley sighed, having almost forgotten all those past details. But from whatever he could see, Lily seemed really interested. "What does it matter now?"

"Because you're not this…" She gestured at his body. "I want to know you. The real you."

"I am the real me." He replied and, without asking, pulled Lily into a tight hug against his chest. It was impossible to hold back after constantly being teased like that. Feeling her soft swells squeeze into his chest, he wrapped both arms around her back and nestled his face close to her ear. "I hope you don't mind… Not that easy looking at you in that dress."

After a short moment, Lily hugged him back. 

Still whispering into her ear, he muttered softly. "Ethan Kennedy—Alright, I got work tomorrow. Good night."

With no hesitation and pauses this time, Dudley pulled away from her and left through the door faster than she could respond. 

Thump!

In a daze, Lily saw him leave and the door closing in front of her face. She digested his last sentence, the first two words. Undoubtedly, this was the first interaction of such intimate closeness for her in more than a decade.

It left her in a blushing mess.

"Ethan Kennedy… handsome name."

####

Malfoy Manor,

"Father, that disgusting Mudblood still dares to mock you at school! I tried to put him in his place, but he keeps sneering your name at me!"

"And that is my fault?" Lucius sneered, looking up at his son across the dining table from him. "Do enlighten me—must I now bear the burden of your incompetence too?"

Draco gulped, a little scared. But the cub had tasted blood at the World Cup. The world didn't know, but he knew. He knew how Dudley's father died. 

"I-I didn't mean that… I heard something in the school. He's… He's going to America next week. Something about a bank or whatever… That’s all I know! I just thought you might care since you threw your money at his bank. Not that I see why you’d bother—"

Draco felt his mother kick his shin. He quickly shut his mouth at that hint. Speaking too much was one of his bad habits. It always got him in trouble. 

"Hmm… It’s useful, I’ll give you that. Good work, Draco. It seems your Mudblood friend is eager to rush into his pathetic banking adventure." Lucius smirked, wiping his mouth with a disdainful flick of the cloth. He glared at Narcissa beside him before standing. 

"I have more important matters to attend to. That mudblood imbecile won’t ruin himself without my... guidance."

Once Lucius was gone, Narcissa exhaled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. Her gaze fell on Draco, and her chest tightened. "You shouldn’t have done that. I’ve seen it, Draco. The more you entangle yourself with that muggleborn, the more complicated things become. Such petty things are beneath you."

"I know exactly what I'm doing, Mother, and honestly, it’s exhilarating," Draco said and smugly bit into a piece of sausage. "I can't wait to see his face when he loses everything. He's far too proud for his own good. Father will put him in his place, of course."

"You must be careful, Draco," Narcissa warned him and stood up. 

She simply couldn’t help it. A chill crept under her skin, an unease she couldn’t shake. Her husband was fighting a mere Hogwarts student—it was unthinkable. Perhaps it was a mother’s intuition, but she knew…

Something terrible is coming for my family.

####

Dudley wanted to go to Myanmar. But considering how heavily regulated the proper portkeys were, he chose to travel like muggles to keep his journey a secret. As he'd finally decided to expand his influence, D&D Capital had acquired fresh private jets; two were smaller business jets, and one was a massive Boeing 737 with commercial seating. 

He took the smaller jet, big enough for him and his Ministry insider, his friend, and a little more. 

"How are Mrs. and Mr. Tonks?" Dudley asked, seated in his recliner chair. On the seat just to his side was the purple-haired Tonks, his secret spy, drinking a glass of champagne forty thousand feet in the sky. 

This was Tonks' first time sitting in an aircraft, let alone a private jet. Her excitement and expressions were no different from what Susan and Hannah had shown. In fact, Tonks was more vocal and expressive.

"Honestly, Big D, if I could fly like this all the time, I’d ditch Apparition and brooms in a heartbeat. A little private escape, a touch of luxury—what’s not to love? Muggles are lucky."

"Haha!" Dudley laughed at her face, ignoring the nickname she loved using for him for obvious reasons. “Dora, if you really think this is how all Muggles travel, you’re off your rocker. Normal muggles travel in massive airliners, sit in tiny seats with barely any legroom, squashed between two strangers, and surrounded by hundreds of other people.”

Tonks scowled just imagining that. But then a mischievous smirk traced her lips. She gulped down all of the champagne left in her glass and got up from her seat. She stood beside Dudley's recliner, looking down at his lap, giggling.

"Well then, maybe I ought to thank Mr. Rich for spoiling me with such fine luxury."

Tonks’ smirk deepened. Without hesitation, she swung her leg over, straddling onto his lap with a slow, deliberate press of her weight. Her thighs hugged his hips, knees squeezed tight between the plush armrests and the solid warmth of his body. The fabric of his shirt clustered under her fingers as she braced against his shoulders, elbows resting lazily as if she had all the time in the world to toy with him.

Dudley’s hands slid instinctively to her waist, broad fingers claiming those deliciously toned hips. He knew them well inside out, how they felt beneath his grip, how they shivered when held just right. 

His thumbs traced slow circles over her curves, the heat of her body seeping through the thin layer of cloth separating them. She was light and soft in all the right places, yet firm where it counted, a perfect contrast that had him tightening his grip.

"I wouldn't mind, considering we got nothing else to do for fourteen hours," Dudley responded, admiring her beautiful looks. Those plump pink lips, those blue eyes, her eyelashes well made, the earrings, and above all, her body that could change at will. 

But he never asked her to change anything about herself. It just seemed disrespectful. But that didn't stop Tonks from playing around. Other than her face, she loved teasing him with different body types. And above all, her insides. Tonks was the first woman who'd made him cum in less than five minutes.

"Um-hum… My secret boss wants his secret agent to serve him? I suppose duty calls."

Tonks wasted no time, rolling her hips against him in slow, intended circles. Her weight pressed down with each teasing grind, her warmth seeping through the fabric of his pants, making her presence impossible to ignore. 

The loose cloak she wore parted easily, slipping back over her shoulders as she moved, revealing the snug fit of her striped top clinging to every curve. Below, her skirt hung in jagged layers, the uneven hems brushing against his legs with every shift.

His eyes flicked over her torn pantyhose, the uneven rips exposing patches of creamy skin. No, he hadn't done that; but damn if it didn’t make her look like something he wanted to ruin. The mismatched edges, paired with those oversized boots, gave her an effortlessly wild look, a perfect contrast to the delicate shimmer of jewelry adorning her fingers, wrists, and throat. 

Then, just as he was taking it all in, she leaned down, capturing his lips in a kiss that burned. Her mouth was hot, impossibly soft, and tasted of strawberries, sweet and utterly addictive. 

Dudley hummed against her lips, but Tonks was already pushing further, sucking on his tongue, dragging her lips over his in deep, messy pulls. She kissed like she was hungry, like she wanted to devour him, her spit slick and warm, making the kiss wetter, filthier.

Dudley barely had time to breathe before her voice hummed against his mouth, teasing, pleading, and playful all at once. 

"Mmm… You like that, Mr.Rich?" She whispered between kisses, nipping at his lower lip before diving back in. "You taste so good. I could do this all day…"

His grip tightened on her waist, hands roaming lower, fingers curling around the hem of her uneven skirt. He shoved it up without hesitation, tasting the full roundness of her ass, flushed warm against his palms. With a sharp tug, he ripped her pantyhose apart from the crotch, the sound of tearing fabric drowned out by their ragged breathing and the hum of the flight.

His fingers slipped between her thighs from behind, meeting slick heat instantly. No panties at all. Just wet, needy, and waiting.

"Good girl—you came prepared,” he murmured with approval as he pressed his fingers into her drenched folds. 

The praise hit like a spark. She gasped, body trembling in his lap, grinding down even harder against his touch.

"Hehe… Of course—had to be ready for my boss," she purred in excitement, licking the corner of his mouth before diving back in for another deep, hungry kiss. "We got fourteen hours, after all."

Who'd have thought you'd end up like this, Tonks? Dudley admired and cherished her in his mind while returning to kiss her delicious kiss. Seriously, boss kink? 

He fondly remembered that day. That time, he took Tonks for lunch after meeting with that American Auror. It was supposed to be a regular lunch, a slow process he hoped to use to earn Tonks' favor and loyalty. His entryway into the Ministry. 

Who could have guessed that the moment he offered her a side job for D&D Capital, she would lunge at the opportunity? That day, after lunch, they went bar hopping, drinking till they couldn't stand, understanding each other. They then went to his London apartment, where their clothes vanished. 

And to his surprise, he claimed the 25-year-old Metamorphmagus Auror's virginity. And it was an experience he could never forget. Within five minutes, he came inside her, and she loved it—too much. Then he gave her a mind-numbing night to remember.

"Let's not keep you waiting, Big D," Tonks teasingly whispered and raised herself higher on the knees. 

Mischief glinted in her eyes as she slid her hands between them, nimble fingers making quick work of his belt. She popped the button, unzipped his pants, and fished out his cock. It was hot, throbbing, already slick with anticipation.

She wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft, giving it a slow, teasing stroke. 

"Mmm… Bon appétit, Big D," she purred, dragging the weeping tip against her soaked pussy, smearing his length in her dripping heat. She watched his face intently, reveling in the way his belly clenched, the way his breath turned uneven with every sinful glide.

Then, with agonizing slowness, she sank down onto him.

Dudley groaned, his grip tightening around her waist, fingers sinking into her supple skin as he felt her take him inch by inch. But just as he thought he’d bottomed out, she did it—her insides suddenly squeezing so impossibly tight.

It was almost too much that Dudley couldn’t move. While he loved it, it made him lose his mind, too. It made him snarl.

"God… Fuck, Dora…" His voice was guttural, raw, his fingers twitching against her waist as he felt her walls transform, gripping him with a pressure that bordered on painful. No virgin could ever be this tight. 

"Employee… of the month… sure!" He growled, fighting the urge to spill right then and there.

This was her game, her wicked little trick, and she knew exactly what it did to him. Her lips curled into a knowing smirk. 

Then, just as suddenly, her gripping pussy loosened. With a filthy plop, she dropped the rest of the way, swallowing him whole. 

A choked groan left his throat as his cock disappeared into her all at once, buried balls-deep in her searing heat. But before he could even think about thrusting, she sealed herself around him again, squeezing so tightly he couldn't move. Trapping him inside that wet, clenching vice, making him feel every throbbing ripple of her walls.

Tonks moaned into his mouth, her lips seeking his in a feverish, messy kiss. She swallowed his groans, pressing her forehead to his as she started rolling her hips, grinding herself onto his still-sensitive cock, milking him for every drop.

"Good… then give me my bonus, will you?" She whispered, her breath hot against his lips as she fucked herself onto him, slow and greedy.

Dudley groaned, recovering just enough to slap his hands onto her ass, fingers kneading the soft flesh, only for her to shift again. She made her asscheeks fuller, plumper, molding herself to fit his grip perfectly.

"Anything for… my good girl," he rasped as he gave her another possessive squeeze.

Her breasts swelled too, pressing heavily against his chest. But he didn’t rush to free them. No, he had time. Hours, in fact. Right now, all he wanted was to feel her ride him, to watch her unravel, to give her every filthy, depraved thing she begged for.

Tonks was a writhing mess, her body working feverishly as she rode him, hips slamming down with a desperate, needy rhythm, her purple hair tossing. Sweat dripped down her spine, her breath coming in sharp, gasping moans as she fucked herself into a frenzy.

"Yes… yes… yes! Say it again—I’m a good girl! Your… Goo–od.. Girl.. Ahhh!" She babbled, voice breaking into a high, delirious cry. This was her thing. Her high.

Her slick, needy pussy clenched around him, milking his cock with obscene, magical precision. Waves of pleasure rippled through her core, her insides shifting—silken ridges, pulsing grooves, teasing tendrils coiling and stroking every inch of him. She was built for this, a perfect, writhing mess of reckless heat, her pussy a lush, throbbing grip around his cock.

And then she finally struck gold.

“Ooohhhh—!” Her entire body jerked as she came with a wail, her juices gushing out in a soaking rush, drenching Dudley’s lap, his pants, everything. The slick, sticky mess pooled beneath her, soaking into the recliner; but neither of them gave a damn.

"F-Fuck, Dora—" Dudley groaned, his grip on her hips tightening as her twitching, churning, wringing cunt dragged him over the edge.

"Yes, yes—do it! Give it to me! Give me all that… sweet… hot… bonus!" She begged, voice breaking, desperate.

He slammed her down by her waist one last time, plunging to the hilt like a madman. That insane itch rose from his balls and gushed out. His cock twitched aggressively as he spilled inside her, filling her up with thick, scalding cream. Her tight pussy clenched, pulsing, drinking every last drop from him, her whole body trembling from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Oooooooh! Yessss~”

Her eyes rolled back, back arching, her mouth slack and moaning as her hair changed from purple to a vivid, glowing pink. That always happened whenever she felt her sexual peak.

Spent, she collapsed forward, her heaving chest pressing against his as she panted into his ear, her breath warm and shuddery.

"Mmm… Thanks… Boss."

Pa!

Dudley slapped her ass, making her squeak before he grabbed her thighs and lifted her up, carrying her towards the back of the plane where the bed waited.

She didn’t let him go. Even as he walked, her insides clamped down, refusing to let his softening cock slip out, keeping him locked inside her furnace, keeping him buried. She wiggled against him, teasing herself, teasing him, feeling the twitch of his overstimulated length still nestled deep within her.

"Save it, Dora. I just remembered I haven't given you the bonus for the past few months."

"Oooh! I'd love that."

All that happened within the first hour of the takeoff. By the time the plane entered Myanmar's borders, 14 hours had passed. The entire plane reeked of sex. Every inch of Tonks’ body had been thoroughly inspected and rewarded with hot, white fluids. 

Dudley had emptied himself in her more times than he could remember. It was simply what Tonks liked and who she was. Free spirited, a little freaky, but utterly loyal and honest. She believed in what he was doing and supported him.

For someone like that, Dudley had nothing but goodwill and a lot of appetite.

####

"Uh… I can't walk straight."

"You asked for fourteen hours, Dora. I gave you fourteen hours." Dudley teased her and handed her a white mask. "Cover your face. I don't want my precious Auror found out so early."

The mask was magical in nature. It had no space for eyes, mouth, or nose. It was plain white, bright like the moon. Yet, once worn, it clung comfortably to the face and felt breathable as if nothing was there. 

"Where did you get this?" Tonks asked as she watched Dudley wear a similar mask, but his had a golden hue to it. 

Dudley also put on a black leather trench coat, magical. The leather belonged to a magical beast that gave the coat defensive properties. It was also charmed to the teeth to aid its wearer in multiple ways. It could store multiple items in its magically expanded pockets. He gave a similar coat to Tonks, too.

Tucking his wand under his sleeve, he finally walked out of the private jet. This jet wasn't the same one Dudley left in. He'd changed it in Sri Lanka, registered under a different company. Privacy and secrecy couldn't be compromised at all costs. 

"I’ve got plenty of people working for me in roundabout ways, Dora. Anyway, from now on, you’ll call me Mr. X, and I’ll call you the Ms. Secretary. They are our codenames for the time being. It’s only temporary. I don’t mean to keep all this under wraps for too long."

As soon as they got out of the private jet, a private helicopter was waiting for them there. 

"Mr. X?" A man saluted towards Dudley. It was an actual military salute. And the man wore a similar leather jacket as Dudley and Tonks, but no mask. 

"Let's move." Dudley greeted him back by doing a similar salute. It made him cringe, but he had no other choice. 

Moments later, the helicopter flew over the lush jungles of Myanmar. For as far as Dudley could see, there were trees. Endless tree cover in every direction. The sky was also cloudy. Eventually, the helicopter started to descend a little away from Thailand's border.

If he didn't know better, it would have scared him as there was nothing but trees below. However, when they were just 50 meters above the ground, the scenery completely changed. Gone was the forest; a large area of the forest had been flattened. Massive, single-story buildings were spread across. There were even quidditch fields and a lot of other visible areas of interest. 

But the most interesting part was the lines of men and women gathered in the quidditch field, standing in rows and columns. They all wore the same dark grey combat shirt and cargo pants, topped with black leather coats and black boots similar to Dudley's. 

There were ten lines standing side by side, with 6 men and women in each. The figures at the front of each line were different from the others as their leather coats had red shoulder stripes, denoting their rank of team leaders. 

Shhhh…!

The helicopter landed in front of the soldiers standing at attention, and its blades slowly came to a halt.

What the fuck am I even doing? 

Dudley watched the attentive, stern, rugged-looking men and women from the helicopter's window. He thought he was ready and prepared to accept this reality, but this was a completely new experience. Handling money was easy, he'd done that before. 

But this… It was entirely new for him. 

My own fucking army of wizards. You can do it, buddy. Just a little more. 

"Where did you find all of them?" Dudley asked Tonks as she got down first and opened the helicopter door for him. 

Tonks softly giggled. "Britain isn't the only one with pureblood nonsense, Mr. X. Families murdered, forced into exile, denied employment, assaults—you name it. These folks hate people like the Dark Lord just as much as you do."

Dudley nodded and looked at the 600-strong force. They weren't his, not yet. But they were there, ready to work for him. The world was huge, and there were plenty of innocent wizards and witches persecuted by their respective wizard governments, some rich wizard, or some evil force. 

Time to give a speech. 

Dudley looked at the pilot of the helicopter. His shoulder had a golden strip. The man wasn't a member of the fighting force. He was a Squib, assigned to manage the logistics of the force. A man who once served in the Australian military. He had already taken the Unbreakable Vow with Tonks. Soon, he'd take it with him. 

Similarly, all 600 men and women there had made an Unbreakable Vow with Tonks. It was there to ensure their loyalty and, on his part, the implementation of the contract. 

The contract was simple. Every member of the Vanguard Group was to vow their complete loyalty to Dudley Dursley. Vow to never harm Dudley Dursley. Vow to obey orders as given, with more terms added to ensure they weren't used to do something immoral. Vows to ensure efficiency and competency. 

There were many vows, but most of them were simple. As long as they did their job as described, they had nothing to fear. 

In return, Dudley was to take the vow that he would pay them a salary of 150,000 USD per year, free healthcare for them, their kids, and their immediate parents. They can get loans from his bank at negligible interest rates, 1 percent or even less. They can retire after 20 years of service with health benefits intact and are guaranteed non-military jobs. Or they could retire in 10 years, give up their health benefits, and take a job somewhere else in D&D Holdings, which now owned the bank, D&D Capital, and more. 

Yes, it was going to cost Dudley hundreds of millions of dollars per year. But he didn't care. It was a small price to pay for safety in a magical world. And once he had the bank fully up and running, he knew his army would grow manifold.

"SALUTE!" All 10 team leaders commanded their teams in a united voice.

Woosh!

600 arms rose to their sides and saluted Dudley. This was it, the core of his wizard army. Discipline akin to a muggle army. That was going to set him apart from the likes of Voldemort, Grindelwald, and the Aurors. 

Unified command, disciplined soldiers, well funded, well trained, well fed, and motivated. Vanguard Group wouldn't live as individual members but as one massive unit.

"At ease!" Dudley shouted back, his arms behind his back like some commander. He was hiding the awkwardness behind his mask. 

Let's do the American voice… Please work! 

The speech was simple and short. But it was meant to be impactful. 

"There were doubts when you were first approached—no shame in that. You took a leap of faith and came out here to the middle of nowhere, not knowing me, not knowing the mission. And yet, day after day, you trained. You stood your ground.

"Well, here I am. I’m Mr. X—owner of Vanguard Group, your employer, your commander. When you take the vow, you’ll know my face, my name. Until then, know this—I am a No-Maj-born! I have wealth, power, and enemies who would see both wiped out. Pureblood supremacists, the Dark Lord—they want me gone. Your job will be to protect me, my interests, and what I own."

Until then, it was very straightforward. But also rather cold, telling the 600 soldiers that they were mere tools. 

"I don’t want you to die for me! No, I want you to fight with me—to build a magical world where we all stand as equals! I want you to live for this cause, because every single one of you is worth more to me alive than dead. But make no mistake—there’s always a risk. A slim chance of death. For you, for me, for all of us."

This is it… the last part. 

"So, this is your last chance. If any of you have doubts, fears, or second thoughts, you’re free to walk away—no shame in it. And keep the month's payment. Ms. Secretary here will safely obliviate you. But if you stay—if you fight for me—I welcome you to the Vanguard family."

Ugh… I can feel my skin crawl. 

Silence fell over the Quidditch ground. Only the sound of the breeze and the trees whistling nonstop.

It was nerve-wracking for Dudley. He had already spent a lot of money to set up the current scenario. If too many of them left, it'd mess up his plans. His plans to use the perfected Arithmancy research of Professor Vector. Train the mediocre or average wizards into mean, spellcasting machines.

"I'll stay!"

"I'll stay, Sir!"

"Me too!"

"I will stay!"

The first to step forward were the ten team leaders, their expressions stern. 

"I want to stay!"

"I will…"

Not a single one of the 600 wizards and witches left. The benefits Dudley gave them were too good to be refused.

S-Six Hundred… I expected at least half of them to leave. 

Dudley was beyond excited.

Wait, how big was Voldemort's army?