It's been years since Dudley last saw his cousin in Number 4 Privet Drive. They have contacted each other a few times over the years. The first conversation was of Harry telling Dudley that he survived, that he was still alive. Harry writes every three to four years out of politeness. The conflict between the two cousins resolved but it didn't bring bonding.

Dudley wrote to him twice, informing Harry about his son Darren Dursley and later his daughter, Dahra Dursley. Dudley lived happily with his family- his wife and two children. He inherited his father's job at Grunnings the drill company after Vernon Dursley retired. Dudley never told his family about the other world, the Wizarding World. And he never planned to either. He wanted to keep his normal family as far away from that world as possible.

But all of that was about to change.

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Dudley and his wife August were decorating the house the day before Darren's eleventh birthday. He was just about to put up the Happy Birthday sign when, all of a sudden, an owl appeared on their windowsill.

Dudley gasped, staring at the owl with horror.

"Mum! Look, it's an owl!" cried five-year-old Dahra with delight.

"My goodness, it is an owl!" said August. "But owls aren't supposed to come out in the day."

Dudley was hyperventilating by now; he kept shaking his head and muttering, "No, no, no."

"Dudley?" August asked, "Are you alright?" Dudley did not respond.

"Mum, it's holding something," Darren said pointing to it. He started forward but was hurriedly stopped by his father.

"Don't you dare get close to that devil!" Dudley roared.

"Dudley! What is the matter with you?"August demanded.

"Nothing! I'm perfectly fine!" he yelled in the top of his lungs. He went over to the window and pulled down the curtains. "Owls are bad luck."

That's all he said.

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Owls are masters of being patient. That owl sat there in-front of the window for hours. Dudley Dursley kept going back to check, but it refused to budge. He tried shooing it away, tried scaring it away, even tried killing it without getting satisfactory results.

"Dudley! What are you trying to do?" August asked when the man started going through the basement to find an ax. "That owl isn't doing anything to you!"

"LET ME SEARCH!" Dudley shouted.

"These are the moments when I think you're no better than your father." August stiffly said walking away.

While Dudley searched the basement, his son Darren pulled up the curtains and opened the window. Without hesitating, the owl bounced in. A piece of parchment was tied to its legs. "Is that a letter?" Dare asked. The owl hooted. "Did you just respond to my question?" The owl hooted again.

Dare stared at the owl for a few minutes with disbelief. The owl raised its foot, the one with the letter. Dare noticed who the letter was addressed to.

Darren Dursley

Upstairs Bedroom

81 Pompous Street

"It's for me?" Dare asked. The owl nodded its head. Dare reached out to untie the letter.

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH THAT THING!" Dudley barged in the living room.

"But Dad! It's for me! Look!"

"Go to your room!"

"Can't I just see what it says?"

"GO TO ROOM NOW!"

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A/N- I would absolutely love it if this actually happened to Dudley's child. I think it'll be hilarious! If you have read this, I hope you review.