It was a cool crisp night on Privet drive and Dudley was sitting at the table, watching TV as Harry came walking downstairs holding a book. Dudley, sensing something amiss, got up and waddled to him, his great girth almost missing the vase on the table near the staircase.

"What'cha doing?" He asked accusingly as Harry hurriedly closed the cupboard door. Harry turned around with a smirk but didn't say anything.

"What's Trans…Transfiguration anyway?" Dudley asked nervously, his hands moving to his fat bottom. Harry was about to reply when Dudley's face flushed and he ran off calling his mum.