A Dartmoor Eclogue Part Two

  There had been a time, Dudley well recalled, when he would have shut his mind to Harry’s world, or seen it as a horror, the backward half-look over the shoulder, towards the primitive terror; a time when he had thought it, if he could believe it at all, a world that scryed omens, fiddled with pentagrams, conversed with spirits in the Edgware Road, driven by dæmonic, chthonic Powers; where chill fingers of yew curled down upon the leaves full of children, and the dancers were gone under the... read more

  A Dartmoor Eclogue   Dudley Dursley had spent the first seventeen or so years of his life being a complete swine.   He had resolved – and what was more, he had succeeded, thus far – in living the rest of it as quite a decent human being.   The Dudley Dursley who was the terror of Privet Drive could not have done so.   The Dudley Dursley who had survived a brush with Dementors and uncovered thereafter enough of innate decency within him, however decayed for...

  The morning did indeed break fair: breaking, spilling down, like the chrism of anointing: a blue and gold morn, jewelled and delicate.   After a hearty breakfast (Dudley manfully confined himself to what he thought he could walk off: Elspeth would slaughter him without compunction if he let himself return to the old days of greed and gluttony, and he’d a daughter to think of), they set off for what ought to have been a short journey.   Being Wizards, and able to conceal their...

  The same techniques – again, this is mere craft, not art – can be used in the home paddock as well.   Take this, from my recent A Dartmoor Eclogue : [1] Beyond the coombe and the hollow, the classical West Somerset landscape rose, less grand and more intimate than that near Pottersfield House and Potterton Mallet, away upon the Mendips, on the other side of the county. Godric’s Hollow and district hid themselves away, doves in the rock, in the shadow of the everlasting...

Morning, you lot. The reminder first.  For those who missed it in the rush, Under a Dragon Moon is finished.  It's available at my wemyssfic community and at FA. Secondly, with my next post I give you a one-shot, A Dartmoor Eclogue.   Gen, essentially, but you may like it.  Harry is sent off to meet his last living relative in the direct Potter line.  Trust me, it's much odder than you may imagine.

This list is based on asnowyowl 's original Dudley Dursley fic and art list . This list is updated and I have decided that this is not the place to judge the value of any of these pieces, so there's no starring system of recommended fics. This is a record of what has been created for Dudley's redemption so far. If you know of any fic or art (or fanmixes or whatever) which are not included here, then please link us in a comment and I'll add them. Remember - we're only looking for works...