The other cousin

by Colonel92

Dudley was raised to fear anything that was abnormal. His parents groomed him to live a perfectly ordinary life with absolutely nothing weird and most certainly no funny business to occur. After all, what would the neighbours think? This is the story of Dudley trying desperately to live the life his parents wanted him to and the life he has ended up with.

1. Calm before the storm

Hey guys. This is my first ever piece of fan-fiction and the first time I have sat down to write something that wasnt for school. Its about Dudleys life a few years after the war. If you fancy could you please leave a reveiw? Cheers xox

On a quiet cul-de-sac a rather large man sat on a sofa reading the news paper quite contently. He looked up and smiled to himself as he looked around the room. His wife, whom he thought was the most beautiful thing in the world with her glossy brown hair and chocolate eyes that made you feel like you were swimming in a pool of chocolate when you looked into them was sitting across from him reading a book His beloved Mary. She also was rather large but that was because she was 8 1/2 months pregnant. Dudley Dursley couldn't believe his luck. The most beautiful girl in the world and she was pregnant with his daughter. He was so excited to be a father. He had plans to spoil her rotten. After all she is HIS child. She is a Dursley and she shall be treated accordingly. As he sat there contemplating his good fortune a voice spoke up in the back of his mind. "She could be like him you know. It's in your blood. She could be just as dark and dangerous as he is". The cold hand of fear gripped his heart, and beads of sweat broke out on his brow.

"You ok love?" asked Mary looking up "you've gone a bit green"

"I'm fine" he choked out "I just need something to drink. Ill be right back".

He Hauled himself out of the sofa and made his way to the kitchen for a glass of water. He poured himself a glass of water and tipped it back in one swallow. He gripped the edges of the sink as he argued with himself. She couldnt be. No way could his daughter, a Dursley, be a freak. He would not stand for it. He thought of his parents, Of their delight when he told them Mary and he were expecting their first child. He could imagine their faces as the looks of love and delight turned to anger, hatred and fear as he told them. Told them what she really was. He looked up and caught a look at his reflection in the kitchen window. He was pale and clammy with sweat plastering his hair to his forehead. What was he doing? Winding himself up when the child hadn't even been born yet. He mentally shook himself. As he had said, she was a Dursley, she would be just as plain and normal as he was. Just the way he wanted it. He simply would not allow her to be any other way.

He poured himself another glass of water, chuckling to himself. His daughter, a Dursley no less, being a freak? He thought to himself as he wondered back to the front room. No chance.

On the night of the 16th of August! Emily Petunia Dursley was born. On that night Dudley forgot all about his concerns for his daughter. As he stared into her ordinary blue eyes he felt a sense of relief. Of course she was ordinary. She was his daughter after all.