Chapter 15- An Explanation

Nobody's POV

"Mum! I feel like something is wrong," Dudley shouted from upstairs. His room was smaller than his old room, but, he supposed it would do. When Ryder left, they moved house, his Mum and Dad never did like England much. When they moved, they still got letters from an owl.

His Mum explained that's how they sent letters in that world. The presents and letters Harry kept writing for them, were unopened. An old man said they couldn't open the letters. Or presents. He didn't know why. And they couldn't reply to him either. Dudley had forgiven Harry the moment he left the house. His pride just got in the way.

"What do you mean, Dudders? It's a Sunday, nothing can go wrong on Sundays," Vernon replied back. It was around nine in the evening and Vernon and Petunia were watching TV. Dudley sighed and let the feeling pass.

Maybe I should open at least one letter. What harm could it do? He thought, walking over to his desk. Opening the draw, he blinked away the tears. About fifty letters were shoved in there, along with a wrapped present. The present got sent when his brother spent his first Christmas away. I could open that. The old man won't find out, he's too busy running a school.

Carefully, Dudley touched the present and got it out of the draw. He sat on his well made bed, the duvet had a picture of the tower bridge in the background, to remind him of the city Harry was in. Probably having the time of his life.

He unwrapped the present and let out his breath, this time a tear rolled down his cheek. It was the most beautiful, old, photo album. It was dark brown, made out of oak. It had engraved snakes around the ages of the book and there was something about it that just screamed magic.

Nothing bad is happening. Did that old dude lie? Could I really have opened this four years ago?

The thought was going through his mind as he opened the first page. Written in neat handwriting, were the words, 'Entrance to Diagon Alley, you would have loved it here, Dudley,'. As he got to the second page, his mouth dropped to the floor at the sight of the street.

'Here's the inside, it's more magical than I ever thought,'

As he flicked through the photos, he smiled, there was pictures of literally everything, from his room to a Quidditch shop in the Alley. There was also a picture of his best friend and Harry himself, which was the last photo in the album. Beside the photo it said,

'Draco sneaked out and almost got grounded after seeing me. Obviously he didn't tell his parents where he went, but it was funny to laugh about. His my best friend, but I hope you have someone Dudley, a best friend is what anyone needs in life. Love you bro, write to me soon'

Closing the book, making sure it was back in the wrappings, he put the book back in his desk draw and ran down stairs, wiping his tears.

"Mummy, where's the owl Harry sent us last year?" I asked her. Her eyes widened,

"In the shed- Dudley don't go out it's too dark-" Dudley didn't listen, he grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, with an envelope. Opening the shed, he found the owl. He felt sorry that he completely forgot about it. Stroking him, he whispered,

"Are you still able to fly? I have no food for you?" The owl hooted and nodded, so Dudley sat down and wrote to his brother.

Dear Harry,

It's me, Dudley. I'm so sorry I haven't written back to you. An old man said not to, but I've managed to look past that and you are amazing at taking photos. You could have a career in that one day. I hope you're okay, I love you bro.

Love from Dudley

P.S- Mum's middle name is Paris

"Do you think you could take this to Harry Potter?" Dudley spoke softly, stroking the owl. He hooted again and flew off into the night sky. Dudley sighed, he hoped it wasn't too late. He hoped, that maybe... he could see his brother again.

A/N- So, short chapter again! But did you get the clue about where the Dursely's moved to? I hope so! Btw how has this story almost got 70 followers? It's unreal, thank you guys so much! Anywho, until the next chapter... see ya!