"You're not a waste of space,"
The were the last words that Dudley Dursley ever said to Harry Potter, his cousin who he had shared a house with for nearly seventeen years. Regrettably, his mother had stepped in before he had a chance to say anything more or explain.
He had lived with cousin since he could remember, and, also since he could remember, he and his parents hated Harry, and that was the way it was supposed to be. Harry had never been treated very well, but of course, at the time it was expected and accepted so he just went along with it. Looking back on it, he couldn't believe it. Who in their right mind would let a child live in a cupboard?
His parents had seemed wonderful to him when he was a child, but in hindsight, they had spoilt him terribly and made him fat, as well as treating Harry awfully. He no longer viewed them in such a great light. Perceptions of people had certainly changed over the years.
Savior of the wizarding world was what Harry turned out to be, once Dudley found out the true details of this, he was eternally grateful, while wishing he hadn't been ignorant of this for so long. Although he hadn't spoken to Harry, they always sent Christmas cards to each other, and Dudley always wished he could do something more. After all, Harry had in effect saved his life.
Of course, the days of living with Harry were long over. He was living with his own family now, his wife and children.
But why was Dudley thinking back to his childhood?
Simple really, he believed his daughter was a witch. She had had many occasions of what Dudley believed could only be accidental magic, such as turning her own hair purple, summoning a bar of chocolate and numerous other things. He hadn't told his wife of his theory, as she would likely think he was mad, not knowing about magic.
However, his theory was confirmed when he answered the door to someone distinctly wizardish, a person who would be in his memory forever after a certain toffee incident…