Disclaimer: I guess trigger warning? Oh... different from ao3.
Dudley felt as if he might fall asleep at the stove. He was tired and sore but he had to finish breakfast before everyone else came down. The ten year old stared at the eggs, sausage and potatoes he was cooking, feeling his stomach growl. But he was on a diet again. He'd gained back seven pounds in only a week after he'd stopped his diet. His mother had not been pleased, he still weighed more than Harry. Fifteen pounds more. It was disgusting. Or so he was told.
His mother was the first to come down. "Oh aren't you done YET?!" She half screeched, hitting him on the back of his head. "I... I'm sorry mummy!" She hit him again. "Mother. MOTHER or Mrs Dursley! Not MUMMY!" She said. Dudley did not reply. He just nodded. "It's. It's done" he said a few minutes later, setting the table. "Good. Go jog" she said, pouring the drinks. Dudley stared at the food, before he nodded and left to jog.
He jogged every morning now, 20 minutes at least, to the park, around and back. After he'd come back, shower, change then walk to school. But, at least he didn't have to see Harry. Vernon drove him.
6 months later
It was the middle of the night and Dudley woke to the sound of his bedroom door opening. "Hunh... Father? What... Why are you here?" He asked as his father entered. The man put a bottle in Dudley's desk, an empty whiskey bottle. "Y... Your mum... She kicked me out... Said... I'm DRunK!" He said, stumbling into a table. "I... I am NOT DrUNk!" He said. He then smirked. "You... Your pretty... Like ya mum... Pretty... You know that dudders?"
(Scene cut)
The next day Dudley managed to convince his mother he was sick and she let him skip his chores and sleep in. Later, after she left the house, he scrubbed his sheets in the bathtub, before bleaching them. "He loves me..." He muttered to himself again and again as he scrubbed. "He loves me..." No one saw the boy break down and sob. He told no one.
"He loves me".