Dudley Dursley, age two, was perplexed. Just yesterday, everything had been swell. He had been secure in the knowledge of his parents' unswerving devotion to him, and they had been happy. But then something terrible happened. Dudley wasn't entirely sure what it was, but he did know that there was now another child in the house, a child who made Daddy angry and Mummy unhappy. This stranger, this - this interloper was interfering with his, Dudley's, happy family. Things were not looking up for Dudley Dursley, and he wasn't happy about it.
Dudley Dursley, age five, was amused. Freak, as Dudley liked to call the interloper -- never mind the fact that said interloper was in fact his cousin -- had had the gall to play musical chairs, at his, Dudley's birthday party! Even worse, he had almost won. That would have been sheer humiliation. Luckily for Dudley, Aunt Marge had been there to save the day. Dudley didn't like Aunt Marge, but he couldn't deny that she had her uses. For one, she hated Freak almost as much as Dudley himself did. Dudley had few memories more precious than that of Freak flying through the air, tripped up by Aunt Marge's cane, just moments away from seizing Dudley's chair and his pride.
Dudley Dursley, age twelve, was not amused. This was his birthday - his special day! - and Freak just had to come along and ruin it. He wasn't, of course, as upset as he'd made out to be with his mother. Indeed, his heaving sobs had provided some amusement for him once Mummy had rounded on Freak to chastise him once again. But he was bitter. Oh yes, he was bitter. Dudley had put up with Freak's antics for the past ten years, and he was tired of it. He would show Freak what was what. He had the whole summer. Freak would get what was coming to him, oh yes.
Dudley Dursley, age sixteen, was terrified. He had just glimpsed reality, and it was nothing like what he had been taught to expect. He had realized for the first time in his life that Mummy couldn't save him from the real world, and Daddy's money couldn't do a thing when faced with real evil. He had, for the first time, experienced sorrow so deep, so piercing, that he knew he would never feel the same. Perhaps, Dudley realized, Freak had been right all along. And perhaps, although this was a radical leap for Dudley Dursley to make, perhaps there was more to life than getting high and getting laid. As Dudley Dursley lay trembling in his bed, surrounded by luxury that Freak had never known, he vaguely understood that after tonight, his life would never be the same.