Disclaimer: Different then ao3
Time passed and soon Dudley was a teenager. Well, 13 so only just, but a teen none the less. He found it sort of exhilarating. Being a teen meant he could do door to door yard work for profit. Profit meant he could buy things he needed, like a hoodie. He needed a hoodie. It seemed he was always cold lately.
The boy was dressed in one of his nicer outfits, sitting on the swing at the local park. The brown button up shirt had been Harry's but it had been slightly too large. The pants were finds. Dudley was getting good at knowing all the spots to get free stuff. His parents didn't care if he was gone or where he went as long as he did his chores and they weren't complained too. He walked to the shops, not a bad walk.
Dudley didn't buy food, he still weighed more then Harry and he tried so hard to lose weight. It was not fair. It was also not fair that Harry was coming back today and his parents and Harry were going out to eat. But life was not fair.
He looked at his watch and realizes he still had four hours to kill. In the distance he saw some teenagers playing football. As the black and white ball rolled across the grass Dudley made a choice. He didn't recognise those boys, maybe he'd be able to play with them…
5 hours later
Dudley stumbled home. Even the yelling could not dim his smile. Neither could the slap for the smiling.
He was happy up until he heard his doorknob turn in the middle of the night and the smell of whisky filled the air.
"Du-Dudley… you… Hick… You love me… Don't you baby boy?" His father's form blocked out the moon. "You…" He moved closer. "Don't you?" A beefy hand came out to grab the teens face and whiskey scent hit his face.
"Y-yes father…" he didn't want this but at least… At least his father loved him…?