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Once again, the italics are Dudley's thoughts.
"OMG, OMG, OMG!" screamed Katie, "I can't believe it!"
Meanwhile, Dudley was speaking to his wife, or more like Rebecca was interrogating Dudley. "You have a wizard cousin and you didn't think of telling us?"
"We never really connected well, and anyway I lost contact with him years ago." said Dudley, attempting to defend himself.
"No wonder you weren't as shocked when Katie got her letter. And if your family was really as mean to Harry as Katie says...oh my that poor boy."
"Honestly, I didn't have that much of a problem with Harry, he did save my life once you know." Dudley looked like he was lost in thought for a few seconds while recalling the memory, then continued, "It was mostly my parents, my mother's sister was a witch you see, so they really didn't like magic. That's why they were so cruel to Harry, I believe their exact words were that they wanted to 'stamp it out of him.'"
"It all makes sense now. This explains why your parents got distant after we found out about Katie." Rebecca sighed, "You should have told me…" She then turned away and continued to stir the pasta she was cooking.
While all this was going on, Katie had begun to write a long letter to Lily. She was so excited, she ripped the parchment a few times because she was writing so fast.
"Hey honey," said Dudley, "do you think I could write something as well, to Harry I mean, not Lily."
"Sure dad, here's some parchment," replied Katie, passing her father some paper. "Just tell me when you are done so I can send it with mine."
"Thanks honey," said Dudley, taking the parchment. Instead of using a quill and ink like Katie was, Dudley grabbed a pen from the drawer. I don't understand why witches and wizards don't use pens, he thought, they are so much simpler. He sat down at the desk in the living room, not sure what to write. He leaned back in the chair and looked around. His wife was making dinner in the kitchen (which he could see from his spot since there was no wall between the two rooms) and Katie was still writing away at the kitchen table. He looked back down at the blank paper. How should I began, he wondered, Hi there Harry, by the way my daughter is a witch as well and is your daughter's best friend, I just never told my family about you so they never knew!
"Ughh," he groaned loudly. He continued to think. After many attempts, he finally wrote:
Harry,
I'm so sorry that I never tried to contact you since my parents and I left you years ago at Number 4 Privet Drive. Honestly, I didn't even know if you were alive, and even if you were, I thought you would want nothing to do with me. Well, here is a quick update on my life I guess. After high school I went to the University of Surrey where I got a degree in marketing, and now I work for Grunnings, the same drill company as dad. I married my wife, Rebecca, about 14 years ago, and now we have a 12 year old daughter, Katie. By now you probably have heard the name, seen how you received this letter, and figured it out. Yes, my daughter is a witch...and she is also your daughter's best friend. Weird how these things happen, right? The reason I am only now contacting you is, well as you know I wasn't sure if you were alive, and also because I never really told my family about you. I know, that's a horrible thing to do, but I guess I just had put my past behind me. Imagine me pretending I never knew about magic, it was actually quite difficult to not let anything slip. Anyway back to the point, so yes, my family only just found out about you not more than an hour ago. Katie is ecstatic. Apparently you got real famous? I guess you did some good in the world. Well, I hope you are not mad at me. And please accept my apology for all the stupid things I did and said to you when we were kids. Now that our daughters are such good friends, maybe we can have dinner together sometime? It would be great to get to meet your family, and maybe you can tell me how exactly you got so famous? I'm actually quite interested.
Sincerely,
Dudley
Dudley folded up the letter, walked over to the kitchen table, and passed it to his daughter. Katie had finished her own letter and was just waiting for the second one. "Great!" she exclaimed. "These should reach the Potters in a couple hours. I can't wait until Lily finds out, she is going to be so surprised!"
If Lily is anything like Katie, I feel really bad for Harry... thought Dudley as he watched his daughter, who was practically bouncing up and down.
Katie began tying the letters to her owl's leg.
Before Katie's first year the Dursley's had gone shopping in Diagon Alley. All three of them were amazed by all the magic. After they got all school supplies, Katie had insisted on getting an owl, and had purchased a small, light brown burrowing owl named Nyro.
Now Katie had finished tying on the letters, so she took Nyro over to the window and pushed the small bird out into the darkness beyond it. The blackness seemed to go on forever, but Dudley could just make out the outline of the owl flying far above the rooftops.
Well that's that, thought Dudley, In a few hours Harry will have read the letter. Suddenly, Dudley's brain began thinking of outcomes of the situation. What if Harry wants nothing to do with me? What if her forbids Lily to speak with Katie? It would crush her. Dudley shook his head violently, as if trying to get his thoughts to to fly out. No, that couldn't happen. Harry seems to be a great guy, he would never hold a grudge that long...I hope.
