Dudley’s friends all laughed as they watched. They mocked Harry and called him names and asked if he wanted his mother. Harry simply shot them the best glare he could muster while they all ooo’d in false fear. They weren’t intimidated at all. If only he were allowed to use magic.

His pleas went unheard and the tickling continued. Dudley’s fingers went from under his arms to his ribs and it was getting difficult to hold back the laughs building up within him but he was determined to not give Dudley the satisfaction of hearing him laugh. No in a million years, but Dudley had a rather evil look on his face and it made Harry sweat beads. “Just. what. the bloody. hell. are you doing?!” he said. Harry gritted his teeth as he spoke through them, not wanting even the slightest giggle to pop out. He squirmed underneath Dudley’s weight as he tried to make his fruitless escape. “Get. off. You. slimy. git.”

That did it. Dudley’s fingers speedily went up and down Harry’s sides and he almost laughed but he bit his lip to suppress it. His fingers tried to tickle Harry’s underarms but Harry clamped them down tightly to prevent Dudley from doing so but Dudley had an idea. He motioned for one of his friends to come over and instructed him to hold Harry’s arms which made his eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. “No, no, no, no. You will release me, Dudley, I’m warning you!”

The troupe all laughed as they watched Harry struggle with his arms being held over his head and soon Dudley’s friends slowly joining in on holding him down. It was possibly the worst moment of Harry’s life.

Then the tickling came. He managed to keep his laughter in, but not for long. Dudley slowly dragged his fingers under his arms as a slight groan escaped Harry’s lips. A wicked smile spread over Dudley’s chubby face. “Ticklish, Potter?”

Harry seethed at him. “Shut up!” he said. Dudley shrugged nonchalantly and continued his work. His sausage like fingers began attacking Harry’s stomach and as hard as he refused, he broke soon as one of Dudley’s fingers brushed over his hip bone. That evil smile grew wider. Dudley rolled up Harry’s shirt and began tickling him all over his stomach, causing his cousin to shriek and fall into peals of laughter. Somehow through it all, he managed a “I hate you, Dudley!”

Dudley’s group laughed at Harry. They began making baby voices and cooing at him while his face turned red with embarrassment and from laughing. His hair was messier than before and his glasses were falling off. Dudley took them off and put them in his pocket for safe keeping. As soon as Harry was without them, his vision went blurry. “Give them back!”

He could make out the blurry face that was his cousin shaking his head. “Nope, wouldn’t want you to break them, Potter.” he said. A low chuckle escaped his throat as he cracked his knuckles. “Now, where were we? Ah, yes, your stomach. This is for all the jokes you’ve made about my weight.”

Lowering his lips, he firmly pressed them against Harry’s stomach and Harry suddenly felt very uncomfortable with this. What was Dudley going to do, kiss him? He almost retched at the thought. But his question was soon answered when Dudley blew the biggest raspberry on Harry’s navel and he shrieked the highest laugh ever. It dissolved into uncontrollable giggles and panting as Harry laid there, helpless at the hands of his mean cousin and his dumb friends. “I hate you, so much.”

One of Dudley’s friends mock aww’d. “Well, isn’t that sweet. Family love.” he said. Harry glared at him and was about to tell him to shut up when he felt another raspberry and lost it. Giggles were leaving him like a flock of birds taking off as Dudley blew small multiple raspberries all over Harry’s stomach. Tears streamed down his eyes. This was quite possibly the most embarrassing day for Harry Potter. He feared to think what his enemies would do if they knew such valuable information. Or maybe this was too friendly a form of torture and would rather see him suffer much worse. Somehow that seemed more appealing than this torture. 

They let him breath a moment as he gained his composure but his face was still bright with a blush. He felt trapped. There was no way to escape Dudley and his horrible friends. Once he was breathing normally, they bounced right back to it. Dudley took off Harry’s sock and shoe and Harry, knowing he was going to tickle his foot, curled his toes best as he could. Dudley pushed them back with his other hand and smiled quite wickedly as he inflicted his finger upon Harry’s sole. Harry tried to pull his foot back or least kick Dudley in the face but it was no use. His friends would only hold Harry back from doing so which frustrated him more. 

Dudley began playing this little piggy with Harry’s toes and he crumbled into giggles. It was not fair, not fair at all. His eyes were watery with laughter and he would’ve held his sides if Dudley’s friends weren’t holding them. He felt a stray finger from one of them brush him under the arms and he tried to roll away but they held him down. It became so bad that he and Dudley began tickling Harry at once with Dudley getting his feet and Dudley’s friend getting him under the arms. Harry’s laughter became so hard, it turned dead silent and nothing but Harry’s wheezing was heard. They stopped and finally released him. Harry gave a small mental ‘thank you’ before holding his poor sore sides and curled into a ball. They laughed at him and parted from Dudley with goodbyes and “we should do this again.” Dudley finally gave his glasses back and he put them on. Harry shuddered at the thought of ever experincing this again. He loathed it. While he was lost in his own thoughts, Dudley poked Harry’s side and he nearly jumped. “You’re quite ticklish, aren’t you?”

Harry scowled. “Shut up, one of these days I’ll get a revenge on you.” he said. His green eyes shimmered with vengeance but Dudley was not intimidated at all. “How are you going to do that? You’re not allowed to use magic outside of that freak school of yours or you’ll get expelled.”

Harry smiled darkly. “But when I’m of age, I can.” he said. Dudley’s face went pale. “Y-yeah, but that’s a long time from now.” he said. It was obvious Harry was enjoying scaring the crap out of his cousin. “Yes, and that'll gives me time to plan it. I’ll savour every moment you torture me, Dudley, and I’ll bring it all back onto you, ten fold.”

Dudley scoffed. “You’re lying! You’re just trying to scare me.” he said. He huffed and crossed his arms. “Well, I won’t buy it.”

Getting off the ground, Harry dusted his pants. “Fine by me, but I know where you sleep, Dudley. I know where to find you, and I have a wand I’m not afraid to use. In fact…”

With his hand, he began pulling it out slowly from the back of his pants. Dudley went white. “Y-you wouldn’t. You’ll get expelled, you’ll be kicked out! No one will want to take care of a freak like you!”

Harry shrugged, pretending to not be offended by his words. “I can take care of myself, remember? With magic, I can do anything and I can use it to make your life as miserable as you  have made mine.” he said. Pulling out the wand, he pointed it at Dudley and began shouting some nonsense. “Wiggly squiggly! Lion’s breath, jumbo guava juice!”

Dudley froze. “What’s that do?!” he said. Harry laughed darkly. “I just cursed you.”