Dudley POV

During the war.

It was June. We had been in Hestia Jones' house for almost a year. It was not as bad as I was expecting. Hestia had many interesting things that weren't television or computer. I was actually finding books that were interesting. I found myself reading several fascinating books. Although I wasn't bored out of my mind as I had expected, I was still not having fun. This was mostly due to the fact that nobody had any idea where Harry was. I was worried. I never had the chance to fully apologize for what I had done to him. I wanted to see him. I wanted to tell him that I was sorry for what I had done to him. I was sorry for how I let my family treat him. Suddenly, I was yanked out of my thoughts by a sharp rapping on the window. It was an owl. I had grown accustomed to owls knocking on the windows. In time I actually found that I liked them. I opened the window and called:

"Hestia! There is an owl here."

"Really?" she asked, "that's weird. I have already got the Prophet and Quibbler today."

She opened the letter and paled.

"I have to go!" she said worriedly.

"Where?" I asked carefully. It didn't sound good.

"To Hogwarts!' she said as she ran around collecting her things. "You Know Who is coming for Harry!"

"Harry?" I asked stupidly

"Yes." She answered. "Now I'm leaving. Elphias Doge will be here any minute to stay with you people."

"Okay" I said. I was extremely worried..

As Hestia disaparated I was left in the sitting room. I heard my mother come in.

"Who just left Diddykins?" she asked. She too had gotten used to all things magical around here. My father was the only one bitter anymore.

"Hestia." I answered softly. "They are fighting You Know Who at Hogwarts. This could be the end."

"Oh no." she said softly as I filled her in on what had happened.

"What happened?" I heard a voice from the doorway. "Did the freak leave?" It was my father.

"Vernon!" my mother snapped. "They are NOT freaks!"

She walked out of the room. Personally I think their marriage is in jeopardy.

As I attempted to distract myself with A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot I heard a loud crack. Elphias Doge walked in.

"Hey there Dudley." he said.

"Hi Elphias." I said sadly. " What is going on? Did you hear any news from Hogwarts?"

"No. Not yet dear boy." he answered grimly. "What's that you're reading?" He glanced over and saw the cover. "Ah, Bathilda Bagshot. Great woman. So horrible what happened to her."

We talked for a long time. Soon it was bedtime. I couldn't sleep. I was too worried about the going-on at Hogwarts. Finally though I got into a very restless sleep. Very early in the morning I was awoken to shouts of happiness.

"He's gone!" Lord Voldemort is gone!" Hestia cried happily.

"Who is Lord Voldemort?" I asked, confused.

"You Know Who to you." She said with a laugh. "It is okay to say his name now. He's dead!"

"Does that mean we can go home now?" I asked.

"Yes! Of course dear boy!" she cried. "But not before you have a feast."

So we ate. We had a delicious meal. It had some muggle delicacies for us. It also had some wizard foods. Before we left Hestia presented me with an owl, and a huge amount of Bertie Botts every flavour beans, Chocolate Frogs, and Droobles Bubble Gum.

"I must say," Hestia said happily. "Although you aren't wizards I have felt extremely bonded to you. Thank you for educating me on the muggles of the world. I learned loads. I gave you the owl so you can keep in touch."

"Thank you very much" My mother said as she hugged Hestia. My mother was hugging a witch. I could not believe it. My mother hated witches. Wow. I guessed this war had changed everybody.

"So long!" My father said happily. "I hope to never see you again!" he cried.

That was it. I walked up to my father and punched him right in the gut. I bet he wasn't that proud of my boxing succession then. Then of all things that happened, my mother walked up to him and said, "Why did I ever even bother with you? You are rude, disrespectful and on top of all that quite a moron as well. My lawyer will be contacting you. We are getting divorced."

After that mum and I went home. Dad rented an apartment. He never darkened our doorstep again. Although everything was better, it didn't feel quite right. I knew that Harry was all right, that he was a hero. He had defeated Lord Voldemort. I knew he was important and probably was getting thousands of letters a day, but I say down and started writing anyway.

Dear Harry....