Flashes from life
Cushion
Dudley Dursley
He lies in his bed, face buried to the cushions, each of his fingers squeezing tightly the blanket. He shakes like he has never shaken before, something wet tries to escape from his eyes.
It's cold night outside of the house, and cold night inside of him. Can he really be the same Dudley, who just some hours ago bullied Harry, tried to make him suffer? It seems like ages ago.
He shudders and tries not to recall any of those memories he was forced to remember, bad words and punches and little Mark Evans' face and how Lois Rogers started to cry when she heard his comments about her. When he saw and heard all those things and even more, he wanted to run, make it all go away.
He keeps hearing Harry's words in his head (mostly because he does not want to hear those other things). If Harry had not been there with him, his soul would be gone. He would be empty. Dudley doesn't know much about souls and other things like that, but he can imagine that living without a soul would be very difficult.
So without Harry and his abilities... He has treated Harry so wrong and yet Harry saved his life...
Odd feeling fills him. Gratitude.