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Second Chances [The Dudley Story] 9 - Back To School & Tutoring
🕑 Added 2024-12-29 10:21:05 +0000 UTC"Mr. Dursley," Charles continued, "You are suspected of unfair No-Maj trade practices by using magic to gain an advantage."
Dudley frowned. The accusation came out of nowhere. "Unfair? What do you mean by that?"
"Using magic to invest in businesses that you know are going to succeed. You have amassed immense wealth in the span of a few years, and it's unnatural. You’re most certainly a divinator, a seer who knows events before they happen." Auror Charles accused, though his tone remained calm and respectful.
Dudley chuckled openly and gestured for them to take a seat while he did the same for himself. He gave Tonks a deep glance until she finally took a seat.
"I'm not a Seer. I'm an Arithmancer. I don't magically see things, I calculate the probabilities based on multiple variables. It's a bit like what they do on Wall Street, isn't it? Don’t the folks there study stats and graphs? And the hedge funds do the same thing, right? Bet on businesses by analyzing market reports. What I do is a bit like that, really—using Arithmancy and Muggle mathematics to figure out risks and trends," Dudley explained in a way that made sense and at the same time hard to follow.
"Are you suggesting that even without magic you can do it?" Auror Charles inquired.
Dudley shrugged. He was already doing that, after all. "Of course, I can. I already am, actually. You don’t need to be a genius to handle money. And just so you know, Arithmancy wasn’t even a thing for me until my third year. So, how do you think I managed before that?"
Charles looked at Tonks at that response. Dudley had given a legitimate reason and excuse for himself, and trying to push him into a corner further was pointless.
Tonks finally broke the silence and shifted forward in her seat. She noticed Dudley's keen gaze on her face. "Sorry about this, Mr. Dursley. The Ministry had its own doubts about your recent investments, but the Minister decided it’s not our place to meddle. MACUSA just asked us to have a word with you, that’s all."
Dudley waved his hand and smiled at her. "No worries. I get why there’d be doubts. Someone my age coming into money so fast—it’s natural to ask questions. But there’s always a reason behind things, and this was no different."
In fact, Dudley thanked this random probe by MACUSA. He desperately wanted to gain a footing inside MACUSA since the United States was simply a larger market be it on the Muggle side or the magical. Auror Charles was an opportunity, not an investigator.
"If you talked to my Arithmancy Professor, she'd probably say there’s not been anyone quite like me in her class. Arithmancy isn’t something most wizards dive into, but I’ve got a bit of a gift for it, really. It’s all about numbers, but when you add magic to them, they sort of come alive. It’s helped me with potion-making too—I’m ahead of most of my classmates there. Even Professor Snape might grudgingly agree. You can use Arithmancy for all sorts of things: predicting the weather, understanding how people and animals act, and even figuring out stock markets. It’s fascinating stuff."
Dudley threw the bait openly. He just needed to lead the man to take it now.
"There are thousands of ways Arithmancy can help." Dudley took out a business card from his pocket and slid it towards Auror Charles. "Figuring out if someone's lying without using Veritaserum? Or even working out if a wizard might go dark—the possibility of a dark wizard being rehabilitated. It's all doable with dynamic formulas and numbers."
As much as Charles, Tonks was intrigued by his suggestions.
"That's… too much. It sounds too good to be true," Tonks blurted. "If all that was possible someone would have done it already."
"Then why do we still hear about new potions being discovered, new spells being made in the Daily Prophet? Magic is a field as vast as deep space. There’s all these little things that have to line up just right for anything to work. I guess I’m just lucky, being good at Arithmancy and numbers—and, well, being a wizard too."
Dudley focused his attention on Charles. "Give my regards to Madam President. If she's interested, I’d be thrilled to one day meet her and share the wonders of Arithmancy."
He took the shot. There was no harm in trying, he reckoned.
"You're willing to share the formulas?" Charles asked.
Sure, but not for free.
Dudley had his limitations. There were things he would never sell for any price as they could harm him too.
"Well, Muggles drew the borders, not us Wizards. We're all friends, aren't we?"
The MACUSA Auror smiled and nodded firmly. Finally, he pocketed the card and stood up. He extended a hand towards Dudley. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Dursley."
Dudley got up and shook his hand. "Likewise."
What the!
Dudley felt something in Charles' hand pressed into his palm. Feeling Charles' gaze burning on him, he secretly took whatever Charles was handing him and sat down without letting Tonks see the exchange.
"I'll get going, Mr. Dursley." Auror Charles buttoned up his coat. "I will share what we discussed with Madam President. Ms. Tonks, you should stay. You seemed excited to meet him."
"Me? What? No, I wasn't excited. I was just… We're from the same House and…" Tonks's hair color changed to bright pink. The woman truly had no defense.
Dudley chuckled and let the man leave. At the same time, he unrolled the small paper underneath the table and took a look. His heart was heavy, and once he read it, his doubts became a certainty.
Careful of the 13.
That was what the small paper said. Dudley sighed and tiredly reclined back in his chair. He already knew what that '13' meant. It was the thirteen most powerful wizarding families in the United States. As the numbers suggest, they went as far back as the thirteen colonies. He didn't know much about their current status since they were more secretive than the British equivalent Sacred Twenty-Eight.
Fuck! It was better to just be a Muggle with a wizard cousin.
Yet, he was mature enough to not let bad news ruin the moment. He already knew his rise wasn't going to be as smooth after a certain point. So, he focused on the pink-haired woman in front of him.
He truly admired her beauty as well as her natural talents. A rare human among all humans. Though he silently agreed that her parents fucked up when naming her. Adding ‘Nymph’ to a name was just inviting trouble.
"Should I call you Tonks, Auror Tonks, or Senior Tonks?" Dudley playfully asked.
"Just Tonks," Tonks replied as her confidence returned. She was still an Auror, after all. "It's great to see Hufflepuff in the news once in a while."
Dudley crossed his arms on the table and focused all his attention on the beautiful witch. She was shorter than him with a slender frame but from the looks of her fashion, pretty curvy around her waist and small hips.
"Really? Do people in the Ministry also talk about me?"
"A lot, Mr. Dursley. It's not often that your type of success story comes out. At your mention, many Muggle-borns puff out their chests a bit, y'know? Even heard Madam Bones singing your praises. You’ve met her, haven’t you?" Tonks sang praises, "You're bigger than most purebloods already."
I'm bigger in all places, I guess. Dudley joked internally.
"It's almost lunchtime. Are you free, Tonks? I was thinking of checking out a new place and thought it’d be nice to have some company," Dudley asked, trying to sound casual. "Oh, and just call me Dudley."
"Lunch?" Tonks quickly looked at the wall clock in the office and hummed. "I expected the meeting with Auror Charles to go much longer. I think I can spare an hour."
"Brilliant! Let’s get going then." Dudley stood up quickly, a bit eager, and made his way around the table. He offered his hand with a surprising bit of charm. "I’d really like to hear your Hufflepuff stories."
Tonks giggled and took his hand. Although it was her job to meet new people due to law enforcement, it wasn't often she met people in that manner, let alone join someone for lunch.
"Stories I got plenty, Dudley."
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France,
With some free time at his disposal, Dumbledore left Hogwarts and arrived in France to meet his old friend who was on the last leg of his life. A legend who had lived for centuries and could have lived for more. Yet, he chose to stop.
"All of them agreed?" Nicolas asked, resting in his bed.
Dumbledore nodded, stroking his beard as he sat beside Nicolas' sick bed. "Mr. Dursley's suggestions are viable and profitable. Opening a Hogwarts Investment Fund will secure the school's budget for years to come. Only your approval is left now."
Nicolas weakly licked his dry lips to soothe them. His skin had wrinkled beyond humanly imaginable. Not much time was left for his life. "Umm… The boy is bright for what he's done. But… I heard about his other activities."
Dumbledore sighed, a trace of weariness in his expression, before offering a slight shrug. "He's a boy at the height of his virality. So long as it remains neither crude nor contrived, I see no cause for concern."
"What?" Nicolas Flamel stared at his old friend, his old eyes wide in shock. "Is this truly Dumbledore I hear speaking?"
"We all had our adventures in youth, Nicolas," Dumbledore remarked, his eyes twinkling with humor. "I suspect yours were rather extraordinary in your day. As for Dudley, well, I might occasionally look the other way. He is… gifted, in his own peculiar fashion. Uncaring of blood status, uninterested in battles, solely focused on creating wealth and uplifting others. He even faced the Basilisk to protect his schoolmates, irrespective of their House. In his own way, he is a rather remarkable young man."
"But still… letting him…"
Dumbledore didn't back down. "It's entirely consensual. And surely, isn't it better this way? After all, the wizarding population has already seen its numbers dwindle after the last war. To prevent such connections, such bonds, would be most counterproductive."
"Ah, you’re persuading yourself, aren’t you? That’s how it sounds to me." Nicolas weakly laughed. "Astonishing, truly… yet if it’s you, I shall place my trust in you, my friend. I consent to the Hogwarts Investment Fund. But see to it the boy exercises restraint—and bears the weight of his choices, should… well, you know."
"I'm certain the boy isn't that foolish, Nicolas."
"Only time will tell."
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Although the Easter holiday lasted two weeks, Dudley felt as if it went by in the blink of an eye. Having spent days and nights working on starting his Wizard Bank, he lost the track of time.
Before he knew it, he was sitting in the Hogwarts Express, heading back to school. It was already April, and he knew the next two months were going to be the most hectic as the entire Peter Pettigrew plot was going to unfold.
He was prepared, however. He had a plan, and it was based on minimal direct involvement. He didn't want anyone to know he had anything to do with Peter's capture.
Fucking hell, I just want to make some money.
Sadly, he was also a Muggleborn. That meant no matter how rich he'd get, he'd always be seen as an enemy by Voldemort.
I need more than just money. He reckoned and looked at the leather duffle bag he was carrying with him. He patted it and heard clanks of the Gold Galleons. But money will get me that.
"Anything off the trolley, Mr. Dursley?"
Dudley looked at the door. He'd felt it already. How people around him addressed him differently now. Previously the woman used 'dear' to call him. Now, she was far too formal.
"Absolutely! I'm famished." Dudley jumped to his feet and looked through the trolley. He randomly grabbed things he wanted. "How's your grandson these days, Ma'am? Did he like the birthday present?"
"Oh, he's inseparable from it. You didn't have to do that, Mr. Dursley."
Dudley just smiled and paid for the food. He wasn't really a magnanimous charitable person. Everything he did had a reason and worth. Trolley Witch rolled around the entire train and was a part of the Wizarding community. Being on her good side meant occasional gossip or information. On top of that, she spread the word about how amazing Mr. Dursley was.
"Glad I could make him happy."
"You're such a sweetheart. Well, I better get going—Aaaanything from the tro…"
Dudley closed the door and relaxed back in his seat. As he ate some chocolate, he looked at his belly. Although he had a lot of muscles and overall had a bear-ish body, large, broad, and generally healthy, he still couldn't grow some abs. Some of the chubbiness remained there.
The dadbod allegations by Harry were slowly becoming hard to tackle.
Ah, who cares? I still get more ladies than any of the lads combined.
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Dudley arrived on Sunday and dined with everyone in the Great Hall.
He met with his two beautiful housemates—Susan and Hannah. He handed Harry some items that Lily wanted to send. Of course, Dudley got them indirectly from Petunia. Had some friendly banter with Ron, some nerdy talk with Hermione, and then an exhausting quick session with Susan because she was too pent-up without him in the school.
Besides, he also desired her after being separated for two weeks, and this time he had come prepared with a bag full of 'special potions'. As for Hannah, he still didn't take her virginity, wanting to make it special for her and not some quick session in the school. Still, he made out plenty with her.
Hannah looked confident but was still as shy as ever. But with Dudley, she had started to speak her mind and occasionally bark out a few jokes. They were often too direct and bordered on bullying, enough to make him and Susan laugh out loud.
Sadly, when the night came, Dudley had to return to his dorm room that he shared with three other boys. He truly didn't enjoy that and hoped he could bring his girls instead.
That'll be too much.
He knew he was already treading a thin line. Having not been caught yet was already a boon.
But it was an undeniable fact that after exhausting himself with Susan, the sleep was always quick and soothing. He slept like a log, unbothered if he snored or not, stuck in the same position the entire night.
By the time the sun sprinkled its warmth on him through the windows, he was already up and awake, hard as a rock, and energized like a hippogryph in heat. He rushed to the boy's bathroom, took a hot shower, combed his hair, and dressed up in nice school robes.
Clack!
He put away the mirror into the drawer and grabbed his books.
Ah, I love being rich and successful. Everything feels exciting.
"Good morning, girls." Dudley saw Hannah and Susan chattering with their friend, Megan Jones.
"Morning, Dudley," Megan shyly replied first.
Susan winked from the sidelines.
What's she plotting now?
"Well, I'm off to class. Professor McGonagall isn't going to be happy with my half-assed homework."
It was a quick return to the everyday life in the school. Dudley, as always, struggled with common magic and excelled in other subjects. After Transfiguration, he struggled with Charms and then enjoyed himself in the Arithmancy classroom. However, he was more interested in Professor Vector's research.
Then, for the double classes of Potions, he regrouped with Hannah and Susan and tolerated Snape's brooding presence for two straight hours. With Ravenclaw joining them for the shared class, Dudley got the chance to see Padma again.
As per the promise, he decided to teach her potions. Well, he wasn't going to lie that he had other intentions too since she had already hinted her interest. Still, he was serious about teaching her.
"Average." Snape tested Dudley's potion and remarked. "Slightly worse and I would have failed you, Mr. Dursley."
Dudley silently nodded and once the man walked away, rolled his eyes. No matter how good he became in potions he knew the brooding professor would never praise him.
"Professor, I'm done with the potion. Can I leave?" Dudley asked confidently.
Snape looked back at him with such an intense glare as if Dudley just asked him for his liver. "Mr. Dursley, if this class bores you, you need not return again."
"I loved potions class," Dudley shamelessly responded.
"Then help your classmates with the brewing."
Doesn't that mean I'm too good at Potions? Dudley chuckled at the indirect praise.
More than half an hour was left, so Dudley quickly walked over to Hannah and guided her. Of course, his hands took the liberty to give her reassuring pats—on the ass. He loved seeing her blushing face.
Then, he helped Susan, who was more shameless than him, and smashed her rear against his erection. He had to pinch her to sanity before getting caught.
One by one, he helped Hufflepuff first and then walked over to the Ravenclaw students. Of course, he helped the girls first.
Dudley stood beside Padma and helped her deal with the ingredients. He rather liked that she had changed into her summer uniform since it allowed him a better view of her figure. Her white shirt was tight around her waist, and her skirt went till below her knees, though the jutting rear was a sight to behold since she had discarded her black robe—a hazard for brewing potions due to its loose sleeves.
"Thanks, Dudley," the dusky Witch chirped.
"No problem." He poured the ingredients into the cauldron. "Padma, meet me outside the second-floor girls' lavatory after the class. I know a place where we can practice potions."
"Really?" Her eyes excitedly turned towards him.
"Shhh…" Dudley calmed her down and stepped closer to her side, letting her feel his physical presence with his side rubbing against hers. "The place is a secret, so don't tell anyone about it. Not even Hannah and Susan."
Not yet, at least.
"Oh…" She pressed her lips tight. "Don't worry about it, Dudley."
"That's it. Just stir the pot… keep stirring it." Dudley stuck to her side and softly placed his hand behind her back over the shoulder blades. "Potions aren't hard, as long as you have patience. Relax your muscles and don't jerk the spoon."
Padma jolted against his touch at first, but then a shy smile formed over her lips. Her body relaxed into his tall body on her side with her hand finishing the potion.
"Which potion are we going to study today?" she asked.
"Hmm… How about skin softening potion? I bought the recipe recently," Dudley offered. "And also a Babbling Beverage potion."
"I'd love that." Padma melted into his touch on her back as she felt his hand trace the curvature of her spine and go downwards, yet never too low.
Dudley sensed her body needily squirming into his touch. He smiled and stopped abruptly, stepping away from her. "I'll go help the others."
One after another, Dudley helped every single student in the classroom. Most of the Ravenclaws didn't need his help, but he still saved a few from sudden explosions and other accidents. That day, it was one of the most successful Potions sessions in the entire 3rd year.
Snape barely found anyone to punish or take House Points away from.
Just like that, the last class of the day came to an end. Dudley walked over to his table and grabbed his book.
"Susan, I have something to discuss with Professor Vector. I'll see you two at dinner." He excused himself, not really a lie since he did plan on meeting the woman. He desperately wanted her to succeed in her research.
Of course, there was no way he could fool Susan. She had already noticed Dudley's presence beside Padma.
"I hope the 'discussion' goes well, Dudley," she said cheekily. "Good luck."
"See you later, Dudley." Hannah waved innocently and left.
Dudley also left the class quickly and grabbed a few items he needed for the potions tutoring. Just like how he remembered the Half-Blood Prince had made notes in his potions book, Dudley had done the same but for all the school years. His adjustments were based on arithmancy and calculations.
For Padma, he chose to teach her some 4th Year Potions as they'd help her the next year.
"There you are." He soon rushed to the 2nd floor and found Padma standing alone with a few books clutched on her side. "Let's go."
"Where are we going?"
"It's a secret," Dudley replied and climbed the stairs with her all the way to the fifth floor. "Close your eyes, Padma."
Quickly, he made the door to his imagined private potions lab.
"You can look now." He walked ahead and opened the door. "Follow me in."
"Where did that…"
"Shh… Secret."
Padma pressed her lips with a hand and followed Dudley into the brightly lit room. Her eyes widened at the first sight—clean without a speck, long table with all the potion-making ingredients neatly set. There were chairs beside the table, and surprisingly, she noticed a bed-like bench in the back too, but it wasn't a bed since it lacked the sheets. Instead, the cushion was covered in gray leather, with a large white towel neatly spread on top of it.
"What's th–"
"Let's start." Dudley cut her off and removed his black cloak. Then he removed his tie, opened the first two buttons of his shirt, and folded his sleeves. "Let's start with the Babbling Beverage first."
Following Dudley, Padma also removed her cloak and tie and folded her sleeves. She took a deep breath and followed him to the long potions table.
"Here, have a look at my book. It’s a fourth-year potion, so check the ingredients first. If there’s anything you don’t recognize, just ask me." Dudley gave her his custom-marked book and then proceeded to set up the materials, cauldron, and everything else.
Slightly nervous about not wanting to embarrass herself, Padma focused on the booklet. "Wait… why did you cross the instructions?"
"It's not bad, Padma, but I like to make little changes to my potions. That’s probably why they come out so well."
"Woah!" Padma gasped in awe and focused on the instructions.
Clank!
Shhh…!
Dudley finished all the preparations and fired up the hearth. "Alright, let's get started. Just follow what the book says, and if you run into trouble, I'll help you out."
"Thanks, Dudley."
Shy, hesitant, a little flustered, and somewhat excited, Padma stepped in front of the cauldron and began adding the ingredients. The start was always the easiest.
"Squeeze it harder. You need to take out all its juices." Dudley was tall enough to stand right behind her and look down over her shoulder. "With a little more strength. Let me help."
Dudley suddenly stepped closer behind her and practically stuck his entire front side to her back. His half-saluting cock squeezed into the upper part of her crevice, his arms slithered around her slender, tight waist and reached the front from under her arms.
His wide palm pressed her hand that was already pressing a nut-like ingredient with a knife's flat side, squeezing her curving bottom even more as his tall body pushed down a bit.
Padma flinched a little, feeling the sudden warmth from behind. Her heart thumped so loudly that even Dudley felt it from her body. The butterflies in her stomach started to churn, igniting a scorching flame in her lower belly. For a moment, Padma felt weak at the knees. But when Dudley pressed her hand down, she did it too. However, she instinctively pushed her bottom against his cock to feel his sizable manhood even more, slowly wiggling like a slow dance.
"That's right, now pour it all into the pot."
"Hmm…" Padma hummed and followed his lead. The lingering presence of Dudley's warm body hugging her from behind made it hard to focus, but she did her best. She gulped and read the next instruction. "I… I should cut it."
"You're doing great."
Dudley's hand gently rested on the side of her waist, near her hips the whole time. He loved the way his palm could slide over her slender curves, so smooth and soft. Yet, her ass was so full and fit as she pressed against him. He couldn't help imagining how amazing it would feel to squeeze and slap. His cock was growing very hard too quickly.
The fact that he felt Padma's bottom push into him on her own made her interest clear. At this point, nothing was going to hold him back from tasting her.
As Padma was about to pour her last ingredient, Dudley pressed harder into her from behind. His face suddenly lowered beside her cheek and his hand stopped her hand. "Be careful, this might ruin the entire potion. Place the leaves in one at a time."
Dudley's one hand “mistakenly” landed on one of her breasts while the other calmly guided her extended hand to place the ingredient gently into the cauldron. His palm felt the subtle thumps of her heart going crazy.
"Great! Now just stir as per my instruction." Dudley put his hands back on her waist, deliberately slow as his fingers glided over her belly. "Clockwise five times as slow as you can."
Dudley moved his hips in the same direction, as he “taught” her how slowly she should move. His bulge grinding over her cloud-like ass, while his hard, thick shaft struggled to burst through his zipper. The friction was just too tempting, like a piece of fresh meat in front of a lion.
"Counterclockwise…"
Dudley felt Padma's hips following his motion as he kept moving, grinding against him. He smiled and lowered his face to her side, his cheek almost rubbing against hers.
"Almost done… Now slowly douse the hearth."
