Dear Harry.
It's been twelve years now. Strange to think of, huh. I am married now, to Isabella Hopkins. She's a squib. She's also the reason I'm writing this. We have one daughter, Sophie Lily Hopkins, who is already showing signs of magic, and a son, Henry Jake. I named him after you. I changed my last name after Bella and I got married. But I wanted to say sorry.
Henry isn't showing signs of magic, but we are hoping it is because he's still young (He is only eight months), and not because he doesn't have magic. We are hoping this, not because we will hate him if he doesn't, but because we don't another situation like my mother and Lily your mother. I don't think I deserve to call her by her name, not after the way I treated you.
I'll stop procrastinating now, and get to the reason.
A few years after you left, I met Bella. After she found out that you were my cousin, she admitted to my that she was a squib, a non-magical person from a magical family. She explained everything you did for the wizarding world to me. That made me feel even more guilty.
I studied every magical book I could get my hands on after that, and now I know it all.
I'm sorry Harry. For the cupboard, The Harry-Hunting, The bullying, The pain. All of it hurts me. The idea of that happening to anyone else is what led me to becoming a child-abuse worker. There are some horrible cases of abuse, neglect, pain inflicted on the mere children, but every child I get out of there makes me feel a little more forgiven. Not by you, but by the world.
I stopped talking to my parents.. actually, they stopped talking to me, after I told them my view on things. They seem to think they did the right thing. Those first few months after they stopped talking to me were the worst. If it wasn't for Bella helping me, I might have given in and started hating you again. It made me feel even worse, that you had to go through that to, but with nobody to help you for the first ten years of your life.
I'm sorry Harry. I don't care if you still hate me, but I wanted to get this off my chest, and let you know I regret everything. The scars from the operation on my pig tail are the daily reminder of how horrible I was to you. I love that scar.
-Dudley Hopkins.
PS: Sophie is two. I was told your daughter was around her age. If you ever forgive me, I hope they can be friends when they attend Hogwarts.