Warnings; Fluff…

Characters; Dudley Dursley, OC

Shows; Harry Potter

Disclaimer; I can safety say I don't own Harry Potter (Even if I wish really, really hard)

Plot; He sat looking at the envelope before him, not touching just looking, the crispness of the parchment, the red wax stamp, his sons name on the front.

I've never wrote Dudley before, so you know.. reviews will be most apperciated


He sat looking at the envelope before him, not touching just looking, the crispness of the parchment, the red wax stamp, his sons name on the front. He'd seen this kind of letter before; hell he'd seen loads of this kind of letter.

But it couldn't be true. How the hell would that gene survive his father's DNA it must be humanly impossible and yet Dudley was sitting looking upon the letter, the crest on the right hand side the red wax on the back.

He wanted to touch it, to tear open to read what is written, to feel the ink under his fingers, to feel the parchment. To know the feeling.

Unless…

Harry was playing with him, yeah that was it, Harry had the power to send an owl to Dudley's to have it deliver a letter for his son. But then surely he should open it, in case there's a 'Gotcha' inside.

But if it's real.

Oh so many decisions.

Dudley bit his lip and reached for the letter as he heard the door close. His son was home, he couldn't hide the letter now, well he could but it'll keep coming back.

So much for No Post on Sundays.

He saw his son, his only son. He didn't spoil his son, he made sure he didn't. He'd seen parenting done the wrong way so he had to do it the right way. He was sometimes jealous of Harry and his children. But he knew he was making the right decision.

He saw his son's eyes lock onto the letter and he frowned walking towards it, he picked it up. He ran his finger over his name, his address. He turned it over and pulled on the wax seal, he pulled the letter out and read it, his eyes scanning frantically left to right.

Left to right

Left to right

Left to right

Finally he looked up.

"I'm a Wizard?"


Now Dudley was stood, on Platform 9 and ¾'s looking on at the Magically Families, his son nervous standing gripped onto Dudley's hand for dear life.

Dudley saw his cousin's family all hugging exchanging words of advice, Dudley had no advice. None whatsoever. He'd never been on this platform, he'd never seen the Hogwarts Express, he was no help to his son.

But that was soon forgotten about when Harry drifted in, he reassured Dudley's son, he told him about the houses, the train ride, the fact that he could go with his kids.

Then the nine o'clock whistle blew.

Dudley shared a hug with his son then waved him off watching as he sat with the Potter kids.

"He'll be okay" Harry said then lay a comforting pat on Dudley's shoulder.