The telephone was ringing. Dudley Dursley walked over to the machine and lifted the phone to his ear.

"Hello?'' He said groggily, as it was still only eight in the morning on a Sunday.

"Dudley?" The voice on the other end was familiar, but he just couldn't place it.

"Who is calling, please?" He said politely. Despite his past of being an oversized, spoiled brat, he had grown up to be quite well-mannered. He had even lost a bit of weight.

"It's... It's Harry. Your cousin." Dudley almost dropped the phone. He hadn't spoken to Harry since he was seventeen, and the way he had treated him was not a good last memory. He could hear Harry clear his throat on the other end. "I haven't spoken to you in a while, and I was wondering if you wanted to have lunch with me and my... girlfriend."

"Alright." Said Dudley. "Where do you live?"

"In a... erm... wizarding part of town. Godric's Hollow."

"Alright."

"We could pick you up, if you's like."

"Alright."

The doorbell rang. Dudley straightened his tie, took a breath and opened the door. There stood a very different looking Harry Potter, yet very similar. His hair was still a dark mess. he still wore his odd circular glasses, and he still had that quirky lightning bolt scar, but he was taller, more muscular, and he looked far more confident and happy. He smiled at him.

"Hello, Harry."

"Hello, Dudley." Everything was far too polite. "You've... lost weight."

Dudley chuckled. "Yeah, I guess I have. You've... grown." They both laughed politely, and headed to Harry's car.

Once at Harry's house, they settled into the kitchen. His girlfriend, Ginny, had made sandwiches for them.

She was odd, like Harry, but very sweet, thought Dudley.

Harry looked at Dudley and smiled. "We wanted to give you this," he said. He slid a card across the table. Dudley glanced down at it. A wedding invitation. Of course. They were to be married.

"Alright," he said. "I'll come."

The wedding had been lovely. Ginny's mum, dad, and brothers had been there. One of the older ones, George or Geoff or something like it, had said that Fred would have been proud. Everyone started to cry, and Dudley was confused, but it was a lovely wedding. He had brought along Emma, his own wife, and had felt a pang of guilt that he had not invited Harry to their wedding a few years before.

He was glad he had come, even though Ginny's dad kept staring at him like he was an alien creature, and asking him the oddest questions about ordinary things. He seemed especially interested in airplanes and rubber duckies. It was rather amusing.

When Emma had told him that she was pregnant, the first thing he did was call Harry.

One ring. Two rings. Finally, he picked up.

"Hello?"

"Harry!" said Dudley.

"Dudley, what's wrong?" Asked Harry.

Dudley told him everything. He poured out all his worries to him, and Harry listened, reassuring him that it would be okay.

It was then when he realized how lucky was to have Harry, and when a month later, Harry came to him with the same situation, he comforted him.

When Emma had the baby, Harry was there, giving Dudley a pep-talk. He was there the whole time, and when the nurse came out of the room with a tiny pink bundle, he encouraged Dudley to go to hold his daughter. Emma had chosen the name for her. It was a lovely name, too, and when Dudley wrote Darcy Catherine Dursley on the birth certificate, he cried.

Eleven years later, on Darcy's birthday, an owl holding an envelope stamped with an enormous H tapped on the window, Dudley just smiled.