Ok so on my previous Dudley/Harry fic, i was asked for 'more'. So here it is, Dudley's reaction to his daughters tale. I hope you enjoy!

"Dragons," Dudley spluttered. "And evil dark overlords, torture, death, battles, more death. Why the hell didn't you tell me?!"

He was staring white faced, his hands shaking, at his cousin. After hearing his daughter's tale of 'the-boy-who-lived' he had taken her owl and mailed Harry straight away, demanding that he see him. He hoped that the owl actually knew where he lived because he sure as hell didn't. He had spent the time after, going over his daughters words in his head, and giving himself a headache. Harry had arrived on the doorstep a day later, looking apprehensive. As soon as he stepped over the threshold Dudley had started his tirade without so much as a hello.

"Trolls, and ... and bloody basilisks! Not to mention evil murderers who weren't quite murderers, werewolf's, crappy sadistic teachers and constant murder attempts! Good lord Harry... why the hell are you so CALM?!" Dudley bellowed.

"It's in the past Dudders. No point in dragging it all up now." Harry said calmly.

"I...I teased you about that boys' murder." Dudley whispered, horrified. "You had just seen him god damn die and I teased you."

Harry's eyebrows furrowed in concern. "Dudley, sit down. You look like you're about to pass out."

Dudley collapsed into the armchair and put his head in his hands. "You are a hero." He said through his fingers. "My daughter idolizes you, you went through so much grief and pain and I had no idea. You took all of my bullying, you let yourself be starved by my mother and yet you still managed to go and save the world. Whilst I sat on my arse and stuffed my face and laughed when my father belittled you. How can you stand to be in the same room as me without blasting me to bits with your wand?"

Harry settled down on the sofa and waited for Dudley to remove his hands. He looked at him with a small smile. "Firstly, I'm glad that you're not calling it my 'thing' any more. 'Cause that got pretty awkward at times." Dudley chuckled weakly. Harry sighed. "The thing is Dudley, when you've seen and done as much as I have, you begin to learn the value of forgiveness. It wasn't your fault that your parents drilled it into your head from a young age that I was a freak and was to be treated like one. And the fact that you're sat here tonight, filled with regret and worried about me for stuff that happened years ago, tells me that you're worthy of being forgiven. You have remorse, Big D, and it's a powerful thing."

Dudley nodded silently. At that moment, Sarah came running down the stairs, her feet sounding like a herd of elephants. Harry looked up alarmed, whilst Dudley chuckled. Sarah came skidding into the living room, almost falling over in her haste. She was waving a piece of parchment in her hands. "Dad, my friend Elizabeth wants to know if..." she trailed off when she spotted Harry sat on the sofa looking at her in amusement. Her eyes widened as she noticed the black untameable hair and the sparkling green eyes. "Bloody hell," she breathed. "You're Harry Potter!"

mwahahaha i'm absolutely evil for leaving it there, I know :D