Title: Hidden

Disclaimer: Me, J.K.R you say? Well if you insist.

Hello my wonderful readers. Hope you like this three chapter story of how the Dursleys actually felt about Harry. Since these are in the Dursleys points of view, there could be offensive things here and there. I do not believe in these offense things, but Vernon and Dudley could say some things. Please read and review. Enjoy.

Dudley Dursley was shaken after that-what did Potter call it, Demeanter- no that wasn't it, the Dementor. Maybe Potter had lied about it. After all, he hadn't seen the Dementors. Dudley had seen some horrible things that he hadn't wanted to remember. Actually, that didn't seem Potter's style. He didn't seem the type to intentionally hurt someone. There were a lot of things Dudley was questioning. He didn't even know himself anymore. Actually, that wasn't true. He knew himself now more than he did before and it scared him. There was only one thing he knew, he hated Harry, didn't he?

Dudley was a proud 4 year old. He had a new bike. An almost big kid bike. It had training wheels and it wasn't a tricycle. Those were for babies. He zoomed around the driveway. Harry watched him, his green eyes wide. He was sitting on an overturned crate, swinging his little legs. His eyes followed Dudley and he gasped when Dudley made an especially fast turn. Dudley had enough for now and hopped off his bike. He went inside for something to drink with Harry on his heals. Dudley grabbed a juice box and sat down on the porch outside. Harry sat down beside him. Dudley drank greedily from the juice box.

"You're good on that bike." Harry said, quietly. His messy hair covered his face quickly. He seemed nervous that he had spoken.

"Thanks. I've been getting real good. I'm the goodest rider on the whole block" Dudley boasted. His blond hair was sticky with sweat.

"I bet you are. Is it fun?" Harry seemed even shyer now.

"Is what fun?"

"Riding a bike."

"It's the funnest thing ever. It's like flying." Dudley moved his arms around like a plane, to prove his point.

"Wow." Harry's eyes were even wider than they were before.

"Why don't you?"

"Don't what?"

"Why doncha ride the bike? I'm not using it."

"Really?"

"Sure." Dudley shrugged his chubby shoulders. Harry beamed at him and ran to the bike. Soon, Harry was riding along. Not as fast as Dudley, but almost. Harry rode for a long time, until the boys could smell dinner.

"Thank you." Harry had never looked happier. Dudley had no idea why, it was only a silly bike.

A 6 year old Dudley sat in the back of the smelly school bus. He had a long, hard day of first grade. Today, they had to practice telling time. Telling time confused him. He always mixed up the numbers. He also got a time out today for putting gum in Janice's hair. It was only because she said he looked like a pig. No one teased Dudley Dursley, especially a girl. The teacher didn't see it that way and Dudley had to sit in the corner during free time. All Dudley wanted to do was go home, eat a snack, and watch the telly. The bus screeched to a stop, Dudley got out with Harry walking next to him.

"Have a nice day?" Harry asked politely.

"No, it was lousy. What happened to your arm?" Dudley asked, pointing to a spider man plaster on Harry's elbow.

"I fell at recess."

"Did it hurt?"

"No."

"Liar. I bet you cried."

"Did not!" Harry looked a bit defensive.

"Did to!" Dudley could be just as stubborn, if not more so.

"Okay, fine, I cried a little." Harry looked slightly embarrassed. The boys made it back to the house and Dudley pulled open the door. He ran to the counter, where he knew a package of chocolate chip cookies would be. Dudley opened it up and saw one, lonely, cookie inside. Harry looked at it longingly, turning away.

"You can have it. I'm not really hungry anyway." Dudley handed Harry the cookie. Harry smiled at him and broke it in half.

"We'll share it." Dudley and Harry both enjoyed their half of the cookie, dipping it in warm milk.

Dudley, age 7, was sneaking back into his room. He just finished eavesdropping on his parents yelling at Harry. Apparently, something strange had happened. It was probably because Harry's hair grew back so quickly again. Today was Harry's birthday and it didn't look like anyone was going to celebrate it. Dudley sighed and looked around his room. His eyes landed on a box if new toys on his desk. He had a brilliant idea. A few minutes later he walked downstairs.

"These are boring and I don't want them any more." Dudley anounced, pretending to throw a fit. He promptly threw the wooden box in the trash, the one nearest to Harry's cupboard under the stairs. He hoped that Harry heard and that Harry would get more use out of the figurines than he did.

Dudley, 9 years old and about to watch his first scary movie. His parents were out for the night and trusted him to be home alone, suckers. He had settled in with a bucket of popcorn, about to turn the movie on. The more he thought about it, the more he realized he didn't want to watch it alone.

"Harry, get in here!" Dudley called. Harry timidly pulled open the cupboard door and walked out.

"What is it?" Harry wondered, eyeing the telly with interest.

"I'm going to watch Blood Bath." Harry's mouth dropped open in shock.

"But Dudley, that's a 15 and you're not 15!"

"So, I'm not afraid of anything. Do you wana watch it?"

"Okay." Dudley moved over on the couch, letting Harry sit down. Several terrifying hours later, Dudley and Harry were staring at the screen.

"That was awesome." Dudley's voice was wavering.

"So cool." Harry was clutching a blanket for dear life.

"Well, good night." Dudley stood up, stretched, and walked up stairs.

"Night."

Neither boy turned off the lights.

A wide grin covered Dudleys face. No, he supposed he never did hate Harry, his brother and friend.