Chapter 10

It was undeniably Gringotts that emboldened him, in the end. Seeing how the goblins had mistreated Lily, having the inhuman creatures help him and his mother strip his aunt of all of her worldly possessions… it'd not just aroused him, it'd invigorated him. Looting the Potter Vault, turning all of that wealth and power over to himself and his family… why not go one final step further?

He still had the knowledge of Delphini Riddle's soul contract in his head, after all. Even after all this time, he hadn't forgotten a single bit of it. Somehow, Dudley suspected he never would. The things that that arrogant young bitch of a witch had forced upon him were never going to go away, not like normal memories.

But that was just fine, because it meant that, as the third magical relative in question, Dudley could write up the contract in his blood for his mom and Lily to sign, just like he'd walked Lily through doing for him and Harry all those months ago. And why not, right? Why not finally fix the karmic injustice inherent in the world?

After all, was it not a simple twist of fate that saw Lily as the magical one of the family instead of her much more deserving older sister? As a muggleborn, Lily Evans was the very first witch in her entire family line. Shouldn't it have been Petunia though? She was older. She was harder working. She was more deserving.

What had Lily done with her magic anyways? Squandered it getting in good with some Pureblood Heir? A gold digger through and through, there was no doubt about it. Petunia, meanwhile, had married a hardworking man in Dudley's father, Vernon Dursley. She'd gone on to have Dudley himself, and raised him right.

If nothing else, Dudley remembered what Lily had been like after her recovery in the original timeline. An outside observer, or a more measured individual capable of seeing the situation from multiple angles might have said that the Dursleys brought it all upon themselves. After all, Lily Evans Potter had never technically taken any direction action against them, after her recovery.

But Dudley wouldn't forget the dressing down she thought she had any right to give his mother and father. Or the cold way in which she forced all of the Dursleys to refer to her as Lady Potter in every interaction. He would never forget how she and Harry had gone on to use the Potter money to become rich and powerful, and never even paid an ounce of rent for all the time they'd been living under the Dursleys' roof.

He certainly wouldn't forget how his father had been caught embezzling money from the company he and Dudley both worked at, or how that had resulted in his inability to hold down a proper job for years. Even now, even with over half a year of magical education under his belt, Dudley still suspected Lily and Harry of having had a hand in that.

Actually, he believed it had been them even more now then he had before. With the knowledge of the Wizarding World that he had managed to accumulate, Dudley could easily come up with three different ways that Lily or Harry might have pulled off their ruin without actually having to do anything direct. Magic… magic had always been the Potters' ally. And it had always been the Dursleys' enemy. From start to finish.

But that was the old timeline. This was the new. Dudley had already turned Harry into a squib when he'd taken the Boy-Who-Lived's magical core. And Lily really wasn't using hers, now was she? Smiling down at the contract he's finished making up, Dudley nods confidently. It was time. Which meant…

"Mum! Can you come to Aunt Lily's Room real quick! There's something I need your help with!"

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Petunia Dursley is… many things. Some of them might even be called flattering, if looked at in the proper light. She's an overprotective mother, for starters. Her Dudley is her pride and joy, the light of her life. She loves her only son with all her heart, and she's purposefully spoiled him rotten all his life. It's no less than he deserves, in her opinion. If she could, she would offer him the world.

When he'd turned out to have magic, Petunia had been… perhaps a little perturbed, at first. But she'd come around to it at this point. And really, it felt right. Lily had… she'd usurped Petunia, in a way, all that time ago. Petunia was supposed to be the big sister. She was supposed to be the one with all the firsts. If Lily had only understood that, if she'd only had the good grace to stay in her role as the little sister, Petunia would have happily guided Lily through each and every one of those firsts as they came along.

… Instead, her little sister had to go and turn out to be a witch. She had magic. And Petunia didn't. Suddenly, all those 'firsts' that Petunia was supposed to be in charge of navigating on Lily's behalf… they didn't matter anymore. When Lily turned eleven, their paths diverged sharply and didn't cross again until they were both grown women and Lily and her infant brat were being foisted upon the family Petunia had managed to make for herself.

Perhaps she wouldn't be quite so bitter, if the wizards hadn't done that to her. It was a little easier to look back and accept it now, now that Dudley had turned out to have magic and Harry hadn't. But at the time, being forced to take care of her addled sister and that demon baby had only caused the hate in Petunia's heart to fester more and more.

Now though, now…

"Dudley… I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything, mum. Happy Christmas."

Dudley beams at her, and Petunia can't help but smile back. Even if not for everything else, she'd still smile back, because it was her Dudley, her beloved son. Still… staring down at the wand she was holding in one hand and the Kwikspell Correspondence Course she was holding in the other… Petunia could hardly believe what was happening.

Her son wouldn't lie to her though. Which meant this was real. The spray of sparks that the wand had produced when she'd picked it up originally… that wasn't faked, that was real. It was evidence… evidence of HER magic. But then, it made sense. Apparently, Dudley had been inspired by their work at Gringotts.

Petunia had been skimming money off of the top of the Potter Vault for years, to be frank, but she'd never been brave enough to go for the whole hog, so to speak. Not until Dudley had turned out to be magical and Harry hadn't. When that had come to light, it just made sense to Petunia that Dudley would need every single bit of coin he could get his hands on. And it wasn't like Harry or Lily would ever have use for any of it ever again, all things considered.

This, Dudley had claimed, was only an extension to that. But even someone as magically illiterate as Petunia could see that this was something more. A magical contract written in blood… it should have terrified her. But it had been produced by her beloved Dudley, and more than that… apparently, it had given her magic. Lily's magic, to be exact.

There was something about 'magical cores' in the text of the contract Dudley had written up. If it was to be believed, Petunia now had Lily's magical core. Which might explain why Lily's old wand now acted like it had been made for Petunia, like Petunia's hand was where it always belonged. Licking her lips, Petunia opens up the Kwikspell Correspondence and begins to read. She ignores Lily for the time being, even though her sister is in the room with her and Dudley.

The addled red head is nearly naked at the moment. She too has a wand, a new one. Six inches long, made of translucent pink plastic, with a hollow air core. A half-sneer, half-smirk spreads across Petunia's face at her fool of a sister's antics. All encouraged by Dudley, of course. While Lily 'demonstrates' the 'proper' usage of her new wand to Dudley, Petunia is studying the documents before her, which come with detailed instructions on how to cast a spell… a real, actual spell.

Breath catching in her throat, Petunia stares down at the spoon she's chosen for this particular bit of magic. Her very first spell. As the Kwikspell correspondence states, it's a swish and flick motion. She practices it a few times to be sure, before clearing her throat and attempting the spell.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

The spoon… does not levitate. However, it DOES jiggle a bit. Petunia's eyes go wide at the movement, because it certainly seemed like she'd gotten a response.

"Close, mum. You want to make the 'gar' a little longer. Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa."

Dudley is smiling at her, watching on like he's the proud parent. Petunia can't help but blush a little, but she takes his good natured advice for what it is, nodding as she focuses on trying again.

Swish and flick.

"Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa!"

The spoon jumps off the table, floating up into the air on her very second try. Petunia's eyes go wide, and a gasp leaves her lips, even as Dudley claps excitedly for her.

"Well done, mum! Well DONE!"

A moment later, and the spoon is clattering back down to the table, forgotten, as a thoroughly ecstatic Petunia hugs her son tightly, crying big honking happy tears into his neck. Dudley is surprised for a moment, before ultimately smiling and wrapping his arms around her.

"It's alright, mum. Everything is going to be just fine."

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He really is happy for his mom. Couldn't happen to a better woman, at least in Dudley's opinion. And yeah, he knew that this would mean his mother would figure out what he'd done to Harry, more than likely. Petunia Dursley was not a foolish or slow-witted woman. It wouldn't take her long to realize that Dudley had taken Harry's magical core in the same way he'd taken Lily's to gift to Petunia.

And that was just fine. So what of his mom figured it out? She wouldn't tell anyone. Dudley trusted her implicitly. And in the whole wide Wizarding World, Petunia was likely the only one who would EVER figure it out… because as far as the rest of the world was concerned, the contract that Dudley had used didn't exist. It hadn't been invented yet… it likely never would be by it's original creator, not if Dudley got his way.

As far as everyone else in the Wizarding World was concerned, Harry had either been born a squib, or had his magical core ruined as a side effect of the Dark Lord's attack. Very sad, very tragic… but alas, nothing could be done. Likewise, they would have to take Lily in for a check up some time soon. The Mediwitch's would discover something truly horrible. Obviously, Lily's magical core had tragically collapsed over time from disuse and she'd ultimately lost her magic.

Petunia, meanwhile, was clearly a late-bloomer who's magical core had slowly developed after puberty. Perfectly normal, if somewhat rare. Dudley had checked. Which made her a muggleborn witch, and her son a normal half-blood wizard. No one would say otherwise. No one COULD say otherwise.

After all, it was common knowledge that it was utterly impossible to do anything to a magical core in any way. Certainly, it was impossible to heal or steal a magical core. There was nothing to be done for Lily. Nothing whatsoever.

Slowly pulling out of his somewhat weepy mother's arms, Dudley looks over at the airheaded red-haired dimwit, still playing with her new 'wand'.

"Oh, and I also taught Aunt Lily how to do a magic trick. It's the most magic she'll ever be able to do, ever again."

Blinking, Petunia looks over at her son, who just smiles before nodding to Lily.

"Why don't you show us your magic trick, hm?"

Lily smiles at Dudley's request, though it's still more tired than before. Reaching down, the addled red head takes off her panties before lying back along her bed, legs spread and pointed upwards before she starts to play with herself, inserting the dildo that Dudley has handed her into her cunt and pistoning it in and out as she moans wantonly.

It doesn't take long before she climaxes, causing her pussy juices to squirt upwards like a fountain, splattering back down all over the addled MILF.

"Look, mum… a water fountain spell."

The derisive tone in Dudley's voice, the mockery inherent in his words, all of this… it SHOULD have disgusted and horrified Petunia Dursley. It should have made her fearful of her son, of what he had just shown himself to be capable of. But Petunia loved her son with all her heart before all of this, and now that he'd given her magic, how could she love him any less?

At the end of the day, Petunia wasn't a nice person by any stretch of the imagination. She might have prided herself on normalcy once in the past, but ever since Dudley had turned out to have magic, she'd been moving away from that way of thinking as well. So, in the end, who cared what was normal? Sure, Dudley giving Petunia Lily's magic and then having Lily masturbate in front of them both wasn't normal… but Petunia couldn't have cared less.

Laughing right alongside her beloved son, the both of them snicker and chuckle and giggle at Lily's expense, even as she smiles happily up at the both of them.

"Ah, check out the next page of the Kwikspell Correspondence, mum!"

Blinking, Petunia does as Dudley suggests. She perks up after a moment, and lifts her wand towards Lily, specifically the mess she's made.

"Scourgify."

She enunciates quite clearly, and thanks to her own sister's powerful magic core now resting within her, the very first casting is a grand success, this time around. As Dudley nods on in approval, Petunia looks down at her new wand in wonder and awe.

Magic really is quite convenient, isn't it?

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