A/N: Okay, so this is my first ever publication. Please be nice. Also, I do not own Harry Potter.
Dudley Dursley would visit his parents every weekend. When he had his children, Petunia and Vernon would spoil them worse than they had spoiled him. His wife
was completely normal, having no idea what secrets lied in the Dursley's past. However, she always found it curious how Dudley's face would light up every time he saw an owl fly by.
The contrast between Dudley's face and Vernon's whenever a bird was anywhere near was astonishing. All the life would flush from Vernon's face as if he had seen a ghost, while Dudley looked like Christmas morning, hitting the lottery, and swimming with dolphins all wrapped into one carefree smile. His wife would often find him standing outside looking at the sky with his hands in his pockets. He was never really doing anything, just standing there, as if waiting for something. When asked what he was doing, he always replied, 'waiting for a little birdie to tell me a secret' with a hint of a smirk. He was so unusual, as his children would often remark on the odd days they would find him shaking hands with odd people on the street. People with pointy hats and thick rimmed glasses who always looked shocked when he would approach them in public.