A/N Okay so this is the final chapter of Dudley Reflects. I didn't expect anybody to read it so this is wonderful if you are.

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Harry POV

I knocked on the door of the house I hadn't been to for a year. The house I never truly called home but the place that helped protect me until I came of age. Aunt Petunia answered the door.

"Come in Harry" she said. "I was so worried about you. I never got the chance to really apologize for my behaviour towards you for the past seventeen years. You see I never actually hated you. I was always jealous of my sister. With my parents Lily was always the special one. She was prettier than me, she was smarter than me, then she got the same letter you got and was off to that school. I was at home with my parents constantly worrying about Lily. I was jealous. When she came home I pretended I hated her because it was easier than talking to her and having to hear stories about Hogwarts. Even when she left Hogwarts I didn't talk to her because it had become habit and I had convinced myself that I hated her. Then when you showed up on my doorstep and I saw the eyes of the sister in you I immediately disliked you because you were the constant reminder of the sister I had but pretended I didn't. When we were at Hestia's I learned all the hardships you had endured and felt guilty about how I didn't make it any easier when you came home for the summer."

"Wow Aunt Petunia," I said. It was obvious she had been really wanted to say that for quite some time. "I never thought that was the reason you didn't like me. That is really something different to think about. Thanks."

"Harry!" I heard a familiar voice call. I had never heard it like this though usually it was taunting. It sounded excited and happy.

"Hey, Dud" I answered with a grin. "How is it going?"

"Great! How about you?" he answered excitedly. "Come in! Don't just stand there!" He said without waiting for a reply. It was then that I got a chance to look around. The place was exactly the same. It was spotless and gleaming.

"Sit down!" he gestured towards the chair. "I'll make some tea."

"Wow, Dud. You know how to make tea?" I asked with a grin.

"Yeah. We got home and I decided it was time mum stopped babying me so I asked her to make me do things for myself. That was when I learned how to make tea. But enough about me. What has been going on with you in the past year? I got the Prophet and the Quibbler of course with Hestia but they don't tell you everything."

So I told him. We spent hours talking. I didn't have to explain as much as I thought I would. Hestia seemed to have taught him a lot. I told him everything. Soon It was time for me to go.

"That was great Dud. We should do it again sometime. "I said as I was about to leave

"Yeah." He answered. "And bring Ginny, Ron, and Hermione next time."

"Okay. " I answered. "I will send you an owl soon."

And that was how Dudley Dursley and Harry Potter became good friends.

End