Dudley Dursley did not hate Harry Potter. In fact, quite the opposite. If Harry had been gone through many of the summer months, Dudley may have died from boredom. Silently, as Dudley was beating up Harry, he wondered if Harry deserved to know the truth. His father, Vernon Dursley, forced Dudley to do such acts. At first, Dudley obliged without question. It was a simple choice really; either £100 or a belt. But now, as a fifteen year old boy, he wanted some friends. Dudley got off Harry, and with a quick whisper said, "I'll tell you later, but I can't stand that fat arse anymore." Harry seemed very confused, but Dudley publicly announced, "Uh oh, my favorite program is on!" and sprinted to his room.
Very confused at this point, Harry looked up the stairs to see a paper airplane with a note saying, 'Come by my room in a few minutes so dad doesn't notice' Harry crumpled the plane, and threw it down the trash, beginning to suspect how Dudley felt about Harry's uncle.
At that moment, the very same Uncle looked over his drill order form and saw this note go down the can. He smiled. Vernon knew this would be a great opportunity to squeeze more chores out of this twig. "BOY, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GETTING RID OF?!"
Harry snapped out of his stupor, and quickly answered, "A letter… from a friend"
"AND WHO MIGHT THAT HAVE COME FROM?!" screamed the fat man.
Knowing his impending doom, Harry quickly spouted out the first name he could come up with. "You.." Wrong answer.
"DO YOU THINK YOU'RE FUNNY KID?" Vernon shouted. At this point, all the joy had left his body, and was replaced with a seething rage. "I KNOW WHO THAT'S FROM. YOUR GODFATHER ISN'T IT? ISN'T IT?" Vernon realised his mistake, but didn't care. "WELLYOU CAN TELL YOUR MASS MURDER MAN TO BUGGER OFF, AND IF HE EVER COMES HERE, IT WILL BE HIS LAST MISTAK-"
Harry had left at that point, not caring to blow up the house out of anger.
"WHERE IN THE RUDDY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?"
"My room, I'm thinking Sirius would disagree with you."
The blood left Vernon's face faster than he could think. The fat man stood there, dumbfounded by the calm manner of the child.
Dudley quickly shut the door behind Harry. Lock. No dad would be in this room today. "So Harry, I'm sorry."
The words stopped Harry's entire train of thought.
"I know I have been downright evil, but it was to stop the fat man from doing what he does to you, to me."
Harry could tell his cousin was not lying. But it didn't make it any easier to believe.
"At one point I thought, why listen to dad if it means I have no friends-"
"Who are you to say you have no friends?" What about Piers?"
"I said friends, not followers. The kids at school are simply followers, people who come from abusive homes and need to take it out on scrawny kids. You remember when we were little right? We had fun sometimes."
Harry could only vaguely remember such an occurrence, but stumbled onto a single memory that proved Dudley's point.
It was Dudley's birthday party, and they were having a blast. Congo lines, musical chairs, and water balloons were all that were on the kids minds. It was so much fun. Harry and Dudley teamed up and soaked someone. Who. Wait. Why was it so difficult to remember?
"Look Harry, I get it. I know I shouldn't be forgiven. But here, take some of my Harry ransom money from dad" Dudley pulled out a large wad of cash that easily could have bought a house.
Harry simply refused it, when a bomb went off downstairs.
AN- First fanfic. I've already spent some time fully fleshing out the story. Gotta take your time with these things. Also remember, this is a fanfic. Although it is still about Harry, I will try to tell it exclusively from other characters perspectives. Also the story will be much different than the original Goblet of Fire. Signing off