Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Co are property of J.K Rowling, I'm just babysitting :)

A/N: I think that one of the reasons Dudley bullied Harry was because, fear aside, he was jealous of the things Harry could do and experience.

The Moving Pictures

Dudley Dursley froze as the bed beside him creaked, his pudgy arm halfway toward the desk, and his eyes struggled to focus on the slim boy who was mumbling softly.

Harry Potter turned over once more and snored embarrassingly loudly and Dudley breathed a sigh of relief as he slid a drawer open slowly, his eyes flicking to the sleeping boy as he pulled a leather-bound album from the drawer. He backed away from the bed and out the door, sliding down the wall as he opened the album.

He'd first found it a week ago while snooping around in Harry's room while the boy in question was washing his father's car. Dudley had been looking for something to tease Harry about and the album had caught his eye – a journal? he thought as he pulled the album from the drawer, glancing out the window to make sure Harry was still scrubbing away at the bird shit on the windscreen, flicking it open, ready to read Harry's most inner-most secrets and instead dropping it with a yell when a photograph waved at him.

Once over his shock Dudley picked the album off the floor, realising that this must be one of the things from Harry's world, and began to page through it more slowly, staring down at the moving photographs in wonder; two people dancing at a wedding, four boys in school uniform, laughing at the camera, a little boy flying around on a broom while a pair of legs chased him around.

This was the third night that Dudley had sneaked into his cousin's room to steal the album and, as before, he sat against the wall, paging through the album, pausing for a few moments on each photo. Dudley didn't know why but, as he watched the couples dance, the friends laugh and the babies gurgle, he felt a great sadness. Maybe it was because he was jealous that Harry experienced all these wonderful magical things or maybe it was because Dudley knew who the red-haired woman was, and who the man she danced with was.

Harry's parents. They looked so happy, he found himself thinking, unconsciously smiling as he watched Harry's dad twirl him around, his mother seeming torn between laughing and yelling as the baby soared through the air.

'Dudley?'

Dudley jumped, dropping the album as a mop of dark hair appeared around the door.

'Ha-Harry! Why are you up?! I'm telling dad!'

Harry only looked at his portly cousin for a moment, then the album caught his eye and he smiled, stepping forward to pick it up. Dudley waited for Harry to start yelling the way he had when he'd found Dudley with one of his school books but the yelling never came. Instead Harry sat down beside Dudley and flipped the album open, flicking through the photos until he came to one in which five people – four men and a woman – smiled up at the camera.

'That's my mom, Lily,' Harry whispered, pointing to the woman, 'That's my dad, James and these are Peter, Remus and Sirius, my dad's best friends,' Harry pointed them out as he spoke, smiling down at the five.

'Your mom was really pretty,' Dudley finally managed and Harry chuckled.

'She was, wasn't she?'

'Do you miss them?'

Harry's smile slid off his face and for the first time in his life Dudley wished he hadn't spoken.

'I do, all of them.'

'What were your father's friends like? Have you met them?' Dudley asked carefully and he was pleased to see Harry grin.

'They were mad,' he laughed softly, 'They were a bunch of pranksters at school. Moony – that's Remus – was a prefect but he never told them off, and Peter, they called him Wormtail, was the one that followed them all around like a lost puppy.'

'And this Sirius?'

Harry sighed heavily and something tugged at Dudley's memory.

'He- He was your godfather, wasn't he? The one who... Passed away?'

Harry nodded and Dudley was startled to see a tear slide down his cousin's cheek.

'He was the craziest of them all,' Harry's voice cracked but he smiled weakly at Dudley, 'He could turn into a big black dog and he used to chase the others around.'

Dudley giggled and Harry nodded, smiling.

Harry turned a few more pages in silence, his fingers hovering over the photos and Dudley felt that he was intruding on a private moment, but he was still transfixed by the photos. Harry reached the last photo in the album, one Dudley hadn't seen before, and Harry's smile became brilliant as he stared down at himself standing beside a ginger-haired boy that Dudley vaguely recognised, a pretty brunette girl and a younger girl that had to be the other boy's sister.

'That's Ron and Hermione, and the girl with her arm around me is Ginny,' Harry told him, 'Hermione and Ron are my best friends.'

'And Ginny?'

Dudley realised Harry was blushing and he laughed, 'Is she your girlfriend?'

Harry shook his head, 'No! But she will be, one day.'

Dudley laughed again and patted Harry on the shoulder, 'Good luck, she looks like she has a temper and a half.'

'You have no idea!'

The two boys sat beside one another late into the night, paging through the album, Dudley asking questions and Harry answering, no matter how painful the answers were.

When they parted ways to their respective bedrooms they both understood that everything would go back to normal the next day; Dudley teasing and taunting Harry, Harry wondering Little Whinging to avoid Dudley and his gang. But neither boy would forget the one night when they were family for just a little while.

A/N: So? How was it?

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