Number 4 Privet Drive was a terribly normal, one might almost say
dull, place.  It was so not for any reason of normallicy, but because its
inhabitants worked very hard to keep it so.

	The Dark Kingdom Child Protective Services sweep being talked up in
the papers is not normal.  Six members of the upper crust, executed, is not
normal.  The rumors of children taken from their parents due to abuse are not
normal.  The knock at the door at three in the afternoon is not normal.  Mrs.
Dursley thus answers with a bit of trepidation, a little worry about the
stories her husband told about Harry, who, despite his oddities, was a nice
enough child.

	No, what the man in black BDUs had to say was not what she expected.

	`Mrs. Petunia Dursley?'

	`May I help you?'

	`We need to talk to your son, Dudley,' he said, indicating the tall
black-haired woman at his left side and the shorter blonde on his right.  Both
of the women were obviously armed, their LBVs printing through their tops, but
the man was relaxed, calm, with not even a knife at his belt.  

	`What about Mr. Ayukawa?' Mrs. Dursley asked, almost choking when she
realizes all three of them have the same name over their right breast pocket.

	`I'll explain once we're inside, if you don't mind.'

	Instantly wanting the three off her porch, Mrs. Dursley stepped back,
`Please come in.'

	Once the door is closed she turned towards the stairs, `Dudley!
There's some people here to see you!'

	`Who is it?' Dudley sounded petulant, not an unusual state for him.

	`Come down here!' Mrs. Dursley, in turn, is impatient.

	`Mother!'

	`Dudley Dursley, you will come down here right now!' Mrs. Dursley
yelled back, not noticing the pained look the three Dark Kingdom Child
Protective Services personnel shared behind her back.

	`All right, let me save this game first!' Dudley conceded with ill
grace.

	`He'll be down shortly,' Mrs. Dursley turned back to her guests,
noticing their expressions when she does, `I'm sorry for the delay, but he
does get into these moods.'

	`That's quite all right,' the tall woman said, one of her hands on the
man's shoulder.

	`Oh!  Have a seat, please, let me get you some tea,' Mrs. Dursley
bustled out, despirate to get this visit to the important matter of Harry.

	While she was out of the room, Dudley finaly made his way downstairs.
The short woman greeted him, `Have a seat, and we'll get to business when your
mother gets back.'

	Dudley took in their uniforms, the stylized mother and child logo
on their left collars, and the crown on the tall woman's right collar.  He sat
down heavily, `This isn't about Harry, is it?' he asked.

	`No, it isn't,' the man answered.

	`That's good, because I've tried not to be so horrible to him since he
saved me from that . . . that . . . whatever it was.'

	`That's good, Mr. Dursley, very good.'

	Dudley looked discomfited by that formality, `Just Dursley's fine, or
Dudley.'

	`Let me pour,' Mrs. Dursley set the tea service on the table, and
poured five cups.  Everyone forbore to mention her shaking hands.

	Once everyone had taken at least a token sip, and a mouth-burning
gulp in Dudley's case, Special Agent Ayukawa set her teacup down.  She fished
out a device not quite unlike a tape recorder, which she set on the table, and
her badge, which she opened and set on the table as well.  Dudley leaned in
for a quick look, and confirmed, to his satisfaction, her status.

	`If you don't object, I'm going to record this,' she started, and,
once she gets a headshake from Mrs. Dursley, presses a button on the recorder,
which responds with a single blue light appearing at one corner.

	`It is 1515 on Thursday, 2005 October 21st.  I'm Special Agent Ayukawa
Madoka, with me are my wife, Agent Ayukawa Hikaru, and my husband, Ayukawa
Kyosuke.  Also present are Mrs. Petunia Dursley and her son Dudley, of Number
Four, Privet Drive.  Mrs. Dursley, we are here regarding your treatment of of
your son, Dudley.'

	`What do you mean?' Mrs. Dursley exclaimed, shocked, `We've treated him
well, given him most everything he's ever wanted, never deprived him of
anything.'

	`Discipline?' Hikaru asked.

	`Limits?' Kyosuke continued.

	`He has to clean up his room,' Mrs. Dursley said, ignoring the fact
that she cleaned it most of the times it was clean, `And we tell him not to
pick on Harry.'

	`Dudley?'

	`She tells me to clean my room, but cleans it when I don't.  No one,
other than Harry, has ever tried to make me stop picking on him.  My father
encourages me to.'

	`Do you think you could pass your Tests, if you took them?'

	`Dark Kingdom Citizenship tests?  Not on your life.  I couldn't walk
that far if my life depended on it,' Dudley closed his mouth, and covered it
with his hands.

	`And the ethics parts?' Hikaru asked softly.

	`I don't know.  Likely not,' Dudley's jaw clenched after he said that,
but he looked the pretty agent in the eyes anyway.

	`Do you want to do something about that?'

	`I don't want to be like my father, always ignoring what is happening
except to complain about it and wish it wasn't.  I don't want to work at
Grunnings and yell about drills all day.  Father took me there last year, and
I fit right in.  It didn't feel good, not after that thing Harry saved me
from.'

	`Right,' Kyosuke took charge, `We can ship you off to Personal
Discipline Development Course tomorrow, if you want?'

	`Please,' Dudley said, `Can I say goodbye to my friends and pack?'

	`Yes, but you'll only need a couple day's clothing.  You can bring a
phone or laptop, but you won't have an opportunity to use the laptop until
after your first eight weeks, and unless the cell phone speaks GSM and has an
international-use plan, it just won't work.'

	`OK.  Can you send a letter to my cousin Harry?  I've never tried, but
I imagine it's difficult,' It was not that he particularly wanted to write
Harry a letter, but he had never properly said "thanks" for the rescue, and it
would not do to botch this chance.

	`Write it, and we'll see that it's delivered,' Madoka said warmly.

	`Thank you.'

	Once polite noises had been made, and Dudley had been assured he'd
have a ticket and an escort to the airport in the morning, and the three Dark
Kingdom personnel had left, Dudley promptly sat down on the porch and began to
cry.  Fat tears dripped down his cheeks, and he sniffled, feeling miserable.

	`If you don't want to go, why'd you volunteer?  You seemed so eager to
go,' Mrs. Dursley asked, then sat down awkwardly next to her son.

	`If they were here about Harry, they might just ship me off, but if
they're here about me,' Dudley sobbed, `Who knows what they'd do to you if I
don't go!' Dudley clutched his mother tightly, and sobbed into her long, thin
neck.

-

	Dudley tried not to look like it was his first time at an airport, but
it was difficult for him.

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Log:
2005 sometime:		this just popped into my head.
2006/Oct/22:		Finally started writing it.