Harry Potter and Avalon

JKR owns all characters. I'm just playing.

Chapter 1

Petunia Dursley didn't just despise and dislike the freak. She hated him. She hated having him in her house, breathing the same air as her sweet normal family.

And now she was stuck on vacation with her sweet Dudley, his little friend Piers and the freak. Every site of that messy dark head made her blood pressure rise. He was only good to work and be shut away. Taking food from her little boy's mouth, he was, useless, awful freak. Reminding her of things she couldn't have, but no she didn't care for that. She worked for a living. She was normal. He had to learn that he wouldn't have things easy.

So when they checked into the room, she made harry go to the bathroom and then sit in the closet. He didn't deserve food, of course, because he was useless, although he was forced to clean the bathroom again. After all, he had used it, and who knew what germs freaks carried?

Piers enjoyed the first part of the trip with Dudley and his mum very much. He didn't mind beating up the Freak, after all, a grownup thought it was okay to beat the little shite, so it was okay. Piers would rather do that then deal with an out-of-sorts Dudley, who could be mean as hell.

He watched Petunia force the boy to clean the hotel bathroom and then kick him into the closet. They all went to eat dinner, except the Freak, and when they were done, Piers, not really caring, asked, "What about the freak? Should we give him some food?"

The twin glares that the Dursley family turned upon him scared him. "And why would we do that, Dear?" asked Mrs. Dursley in a sweet motherly voice that wasn't motherly.

"Won't he starve and be good for nothing if you don't feed him?" asked Piers her carefully, and watched with relief as her face composed.

"We starve him all the time and he doesn't die," announced Dudley.

"Oh, that's okay then," Piers said quickly, shrugging as though it didn't matter, "Just didn't want to miss out on our Harry Hunting."

Dudley grinned, and clapped his shoulder. "Yeah," he agreed.

They went out to the amusement park and had a blast, and Dudley ate too much and got sick. They returned to the hotel, and Dudley beat the freak because everything was his fault and went to bed. Mrs. Dursley took the freak by the arm and muttered about going for a walk. The freak looked terrified as she drug him out the door.

Piers sat and looked at the door and listened to Dudley's snoring start up. He quietly got up and got his phone and decided to go out. Not even knowing why, because he didn't care about the freak one way or the other, he walked around town and went toward the road that went to the beaches because Mrs. Dursley said that that was a lovely place for a walk.

He turned on his phone and took pictures of the ocean and setting sun and continued on, taking pictures of the rocks below the roadway with waves crashing on them, and the birds crossing the sky. It was very nice.

Then he heard Mrs. Dursley say, "come along, you should see the ocean at least once in your life."

Piers sited Mrs. Dursley and the Freak ahead of them on the roadway and pushed "video".

"Come HARRY," said Mrs. Dursley and her voice was cruel. "Come and see the ocean." She lifted the boy up, as he couldn't see over the heavy stone railing and stood him there, teetering a bit on the cold stones.

The freak looked out over the crashing waves, and then Mrs. Dursley grabbed him again and threw him hard into the ocean.

Piers nearly screamed and bit him tongue in terror. Mrs. Dursley was standing there laughing with glee and the freak was gone, gone far down onto the rocks and ocean waves.

Piers stopped the recording and dived into a bush. It had thorns but he bloody didn't care. Mrs. Dursley was mad. She had killed the freak. Piers didn't think being a bully was so bad, but murder was a whole other thing. The Freak, no Harry Potter, who no one loved and who slaved away daily at the Dursley's house, was gone forever. The crash of the waves below was the only noise in a world where a little boy's quiet voice was gone forever.

Maybe Mrs. Dursley would decide Piers was a freak now and kill him. Piers nearly peed his pants but waited, with instincts honed by his beginners career as a bully, thug and junior criminal. He heard her footsteps, officiously clipping away as she left the bridge and made her way back to the hotel. He sat, bleeding from various thorns and concentrating on not peeing his pants or scream until he couldn't hear her anymore.

Then he waited a good long while listening to the ocean waves, until with more caution then he had taken, even when he stole fifty quid from the grocer's shop from that man's dropped wallet, and carefully stuck his head out, surveyed the surroundings and then started running. This was a small town, but he remembered where the cop shop was, he'd taken note as they'd driven in. He stopped once, and puked in some nice yard, almost as nice as the yard the Dursley's had Freak… no Harry slaving away in. Would they find another freak to do yard work? Another "nephew" to beat and starve and work to death in rags?

He ran into the cop shop and then rang the bell. The policeman that opened the door looked at him with a jaded expression, "Lost your Mum?" the man asked.

"Let me in and I'll tell you," said Piers, happy for the first time in his life to be at a police station. "Please for the love of God let me in."

The copper's face changed and a look of interest came over him. "Come in,"

Soon Piers was drinking hot coffee sitting in a chair, trying very hard not to blubber and feeling not at all embarrassed for tears running down his cheeks.

"You say this lady killed this lad by tossing him over the bridge," said Officer Pendleton, more interested now. "Why would she do that?"

"Because they consider him a freak. He does all the work, they beat him and starve him and Dudley gets to beat him up." Piers stopped and looked at the man with horror. "I helped Dudley – I thought they were right – they were the grownups."

Piers started to heave and Officer Pendleton grabbed a waste paper basket and held him and then got him some water.

Officer Pendleton called someone on the phone and then started to ask more questions. His voice was kind now.

"Am I a bad person?" said Piers.

"You might have started out going that way, but you have a chance now to change it," said Officer Pendleton. Piers hoped that was true more than anything. He kept thinking of how Harry hadn't said a thing, not even a squeak when Mrs. Dursley threw him in the ocean.

Officer Pendleton's boss came and Piers could tell that HE thought Piers was lying through his teeth. Piers took out his cell phone and showed the video. After that, no one thought he was lying. All of a sudden the police station was full of men and women, with hard expression, busy, like a whirlwind and Piers was the center of it.

"Should I call my mum?" asked Piers at one point. "We are sending an officer to the house," said Office Jack Pendleton.

Then they brought in Mrs. Dursley and a sleepy looking Dudley. She looked mad and glared about the room, acting like the officers were all fools. Then she saw Piers and turned white for a moment. Piers felt sick again but Office Jack put his hand on his shoulder and Piers found it rare steadying. He couldn't remember his Da at all. This was almost like having a real one.

Mrs. Dursley started yell about normal people and Piers found he couldn't stand to look at her. Without even asking, Officer Jack took him into another room to wait for Mum.

Piers told the officers about Harry not being fed all the time and eating scraps. He told them that Harry never got new clothes. He told them that Harry slept in the cupboard under the stairs. The officers looked at each other and asked about Dudley. He told them how spoiled Dudders was, how he was encouraged to beat Harry, about how he and Dudley bullied kids. Piers looked down and realized his hands were shaking. Officer Jack sat with him and put an arm around him. Piers decided he liked policemen. They knew what to do and they protected people. He had never thought like that before.

Then Mum came and Piers ran into her arms and held on like he used to when he was little and scared and didn't care if anyone saw him hugging his Mum at all. She was the best thing in the world. And she understood and wasn't mad at him. She held him hard and whispered that it would be all right, that she was there.