I hate you.
You're just so special, and I'm just…not. I've seen your textbooks from that place…you can do all that?
I hate you.
Do you really do all those crazy things that the weird newspapers with the moving pictures say you do? You really beat an evil guy? When you were a baby? How come you can be so talented, even as a stupid baby, and all I can do is get fat and beat people up?
I hate you.
I'm supposed to be my mother's little angel, the one who is perfect. I'm supposed to be better than you. They love me more than you. But somehow, you still win. How?
I hate you.
I know why I'm so fat. I do. My parents feed me to make up for how special you are. I eat more than they feed me just to rub it in your face. You see me scarfing down 10 pounds of food? You look at my chocolate bar with jealousy while you have stale bread? Good. I've got something you don't. I should feel better than you. And yet, I don't. You made me want to eat all the time. To make it proof that I've taken every bit of food that could've made you healthier, I gain insane amounts of weight. I'm obese. You made me like this. And you know what?
I hate you.
That silver thing you made- what was it? I want to know. Not just that, I want you to tell me EVERYTHING. I want you to tell me about that magical school; all the spells and the teachers and that sport you play on your broom. I've seen your broom a couple of times- it's real cool looking. It flies, doesn't it? You've got a caldron too. I wonder what kind of creepy potions you've made in there. But then, I really don't want to know…
Do I hate you? Really?
You're everything I've always wanted to be- cool, heroic, and just a good person. I couldn't ever tell you when we were growing up, Mum and Dad would've had a fit if they found out I respected you. You put us in all sorts of danger.
I should hate you for that, right?
But I don't. You're my cousin, and although I never told you while we were growing up, and I would never admit it out loud, I do love you. Not in the creepy cousincest way though. You make me really confused, Harry, and you have for the past 24 years. I care about you, man. But still, you're perfect, and I'm not. So…
I hate you.
Dear Dudley,
I just got your letter, and you know what? I'm ok with that. You can hate me, it's fine. I completely understand why you feel that way. We were both raised to hate each other; what else were we supposed to do?
I would, however, like to get past that. I know you don't think I'm a waste of space, so that's something to start from. Maybe we could meet up, get sort of a fresh start? I heard you got married, and that you've got a daughter. That's great. My son was born three months ago. Maybe one day our kids could be friends, like we could've been.
Just know this, Dudley- I was never really jealous of you. All I envied was that you had parents who loved you, and I didn't.
I hope to see you around, Big D.
Your cousin,
Harry
