Disclaimer: Okay I just wanted to clarify that I do not own any of this, it all goes to J.K. Rowling.
"… and Potter and her and all of their abnormalities. Magic? Pfft. They were all just freaks. They're all being separated because they can't behave regularly. And did you hear? They have a stupid little boy now. I reckon he will be the same. Just as weird, just as strange. We will not permit his type to be near our precious Diddy-kins," throwing an affectionate glance at the boy in the highchair.
"That is sure right, love," mumbled Vernon from behind the newspaper.
6 months later…
"But Petunia, dear, we promised we wouldn't allow any of this! It's not our fault that they were murdered! They could send the little beast to an orphanage for all I care! I don't want him soiling our little tyke with his dysfunction!"
"I know… I know… I wish we weren't bringing him in our perfectly happy home either, but perhaps we can stomp it out of him!"
"Yes… perhaps…"
5 years later…
"… Happy Birthday dear Dudders, happy birthday to you!" At the end of the song, 6 year old Dudley was smothered with kisses from his mother as all of his little friends dove into the cake. He turned around and stuck out his tongue at the scrawny boy that was watching jealously from the doorway. Harry had received no such celebration…
After the inhaling of cake, the boys ran outside to play, as Harry was sent up to his room. Petunia continued the discussion that they had started several nights before. It was a discussion they had quite frequently.
"That boy is so ungrateful for the hospitality we give him! He should be lucky we haven't kicked him out!"
"Yes, I still wonder why we haven't," Vernon muttered under his breath.
"He should be lucky he isn't living on the streets because of his… condition… Darling Dudley is such a perfect child. He is normal and not hampered with magic. See, look how perfectly normal he is!" she gestured out the window we were standing by, apparently to demonstrate his perfect un-magic-ness.
The scene they saw was not one they had expected. Dudley was standing in the center of the yard, rotating on the spot. He would wave his hand here and there and a kid's pants would fall down or they would trip over an unknown source. He was causing many unnatural things to occur.
Vernon and Petunia faced each other with a look of pure horror.
"Certainly not Dudley!" They whispered at the same time.
