I do realized that I've died for quite a while. But I really needed to write this. Short and written fast with no check. So forgive me if its out of character or they're any mistakes.

Disclaimer: Great, now I've gotta say it here too... -.-

The Dursley's Goodbye

Fair.

Honestly Dudley didn't understand the meaning of the word at all. He'd remember how many kids that he and his gang had beaten up, all of them blubbering nonsense about the word 'fair' in between every punch that gave them. In the situation that Dudley was standing on, it made him understand immediately what fair was.

And it really, really sucked.

He was leaving. Leaving his home. Leaving the one place where he had been brought up, where he slept. Where the most dangerous secret he had ever hidden from the rest of the world.

Harry Potter.

Every time the fat boy's eyes lay on his cousin, a sense of dangerous jealously exploded throughout Dudley. He remembered when he had first gotten that letter – first come back from that – that school. His eyes were shining with happiness, he'd grown more and his cheeks were bright red from the cold winter winds that blew from the sea. It looked that he had plenty to eat when he was gone; how Dudley wished he could have seen the place.

Every night since he wished. He wished for the letter, wished he had a chance to be more than what he was. But no – he'd wake up to the same dull grey skies, to the same boring colours of his life and to the same parents that he'd never wanted.

Dudley wasn't as thick as everyone thought he was. To speak the truth, he was actually smart. But he wouldn't dare let anyone know that.

Every time that he remembered his birthdays, he would remember how jealous he would get seeing his cousin. But Dudley had everything. He had parents who loved him, a wonderful home, thousands of gifts every year; why would he be jealous of some scrawny boy with taped glasses? Why?

The answer never occurred to Dudley. Not until that mysterious letter arrived at their doorstep. Changing their lives in the most dramatic and twisted way possible.

And now – as he watched the human-sized shape of what was of Harry Potter, slowly grow smaller and smaller from the backseat of their car. Another answer was thrown at full-force into his mind. He was jealous because...

Because Harry was a better man than he ever would be.

"He's better than me isn't he? I've always known it. You have too – that's why. That's why you've treated him rotten all these years. You've always known he would be better than I will."

He saw his mother's head bow in over-weighed guilt. And his father's – it was unrecognizable; because of the shadow's on his large face.

But Dudley swore that he saw his father's eyes water in shame.

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