Albus and Harry Potter ran through the barrier between Platforms 9 and 10 at King's Cross Station, casually falling into Platform 9 ¾. Albus's brother and sister were standing somewhere off in the crowd with their mother.

"Dad?" Albus said suddenly. He was staring up at Harry with worry clouding his green eyes.

"Yes, Albus?" Harry looked down at his youngest son.

"What if I'm in Slytherin?" Harry crouched down to Al's level.

"Albus Severus Potter, you've been named after two great Hogwarts headmasters. One was in Gryffindor. And yes, the other was a Slytherin."

"But what if?" Albus said. He chewed on his lower lip.

"Well then, Slytherin has gained a great student." Harry smiled slightly reassuringly at Albus.

This seemed to be a good enough answer for the boy because he ran off to find his siblings and his mum.

"Harry? Harry Potter?" a familiar voice asked from behind him. Standing, Harry turned.

"Dudley?" Harry said incredulously. He tried to hide the shock registering on his face.

Dudley Dursley was standing on the platform, still as blonde and pink as ever; the only difference was the fact that he had lost a considerable amount of weight. He looked a lot less than Uncle Vernon than the last time Harry had seen him 19 years ago. No matter how much weight Dudley had lost, however, Harry could still recognize his childhood bully who also was his cousin. Those things, you just know.

"Yes, in the flesh." Dudley smiled.

"Well, what are you doing here, Dudders?" Harry asked, using the nickname Aunt Petunia had given Dudley, what seemed like, forever ago. "How are you?"

"Pretty good. In case you didn't know, I took over my dad's spot at Grunnings. I'm here to see my daughter Abigail off to Hogwarts. It's her first time."

Dudley had a witch for a daughter? There was a shock. He was about as Muggle as it came.

"Where is she?" Harry asked after a sheer second of awkward silence between the two.

Dudley's small blue eyes searched around and came to rest a second or two later. He pointed to a small blonde girl who had the neck of a giraffe. Harry couldn't have guessed which grandparent she got that from.

"Best witch in her year, I'll bet you," Dudley said proudly. He smirked.

"Don't write Ron's daughter Rose off, yet, Dud. She's starting Hogwarts, this year, too," Harry said.

"Doesn't matter, Abigail Petunia will still be better."

"Okay, Dud. Nice seeing you, but, I should find Ginny, James, Albus, and Lily."

"Bye, Harry. It was nice to see you too, after all these years."

Harry waved as he walked away. He should warn Al about that, just in case things went sour. He didn't need his son showing Abigail up and then having to face the wrath of Dudley at the end of term.

The last thing Harry needed was a repeat of his childhood. Especially for his son.

A/N: NEW FANFICTION! Yay! I saw this thing on Google+ that said that JK Rowling almost wrote Dudley into the epilogue of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows with a magical child. My mind kind of ran with it and then this formed. Did you like it? It's short and kind of stupid, but I could picture it in my head when I was on G+. So R&R, I loves it all!