"Why?" thought Dudley.
It was a question he had asked himself many times when he returned home from Smeltings, especially after his and his cousin's fifth year.
Up until he was about eleven, he had just regarded Harry as an annoyance, someone he could use a punching bag for fun. But, a giant giving him a tail, added with the fact he had started to mature made him decide that Harry must be important, his dad had driven him out to the middle of no where, just for Harry.
Personally, he was rather jealous of Harry for knowing magic, but when he even hinted at this, his mother went in a rage and it was the only time she had ever yelled at him.
So, he started asking that all important question of 'Why?'
Why was Harry a freak?
Why did they treat him how they did?
Why was magic not a good thing?
Because in the end, his cousin wasn't that bad…