Author notes: This is a random idea I got for my Hpdabbles blog on Tumblr. I decided to turn it into a story since it got too long but Idk when or if I'll update. Might just stay as a WIP for now.

Warnings: Time travel, Redemption, Bisexual Harry Potter, Bisexual Dudley Dursley, Wizard Dudley Dursley, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Racism, WIP, Relationships will be added later on, The Dursleys are terrible parents, Based on a Tumblr post, updates will be random and without order.

Chapter 1: Adulthood

Dudley Dursley never realized just what terrible people his parents are, how terrible he is as well, until the day his cousin had them move for their own protection. Harry Potter was the house freak, barely a boy and more of a toy that he could take out his aggression out on without a hint of punishment for all of his life.

The target of Harry Hunting, a game he and his friends like to play and the little oddball living under the stairway in the cupboard wasn't a child in his mind. Not like the kids at school, who he also tormented but not nearly as bad as Harry. Those kids had parents or friends who would attempt to stand up for him, and there were times they did get him to back off.

Dudley was a bully. There wasn't another way to describe him. He liked hurting kids; thought it was all just some big joke. He felt powerful, in control and had the disillusion that people who didn't agree with him were in the need to be corrected by any means.

He ruled the playground with a group of numbers then when he was ordered to lose weight and join boxing he ruled the school with fists and threats. Kids his graded hated him, but they were too afraid to do anything in retaliation. The teacher either didn't care or thought it was pointless to try. He wasn't worth the effort, just another bad apple that would rot away on his own.

His parents never minded, they let him get away with everything which could be a form of abuse some claim in their own way.

But the point being Dudley was a bully who had no limits when it came to Harry. Just like his parents.

Because in the house found at 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey England, Harry Potter wasn't and never would be considered a human. Not a little boy, not a young man, and certainly not someone worth anything.

Despite all of this and every problem they left in the bloke's mind, Harry still wanted to protect them. He stopped that terrifying ghost thing from attacking them (though at the time he couldn't see them. Dementors they were called) breaking his world's law about magic and sent them away.

He stayed behind to fight some lunatic that killed his parents- wasn't that a shock? His aunt and uncle weren't drunks who died in a car crash but were instead murdered in their home with Harry the sole survivor- standing at the door with a grim face as his parents complain every second about it.

As if though they weren't leaving behind a child to fight a monster. As if though that same child who is filled with so much kindness was willing to save them when in all honestly he had every right to let them die.

Harry, the one treated the less human in that house, was more of a man than Vernon or Dudley could ever be.

He stayed behind to fight a secret war against someone the adults should have dealt with and all Dudley could have offered him was an awkward farewell and stumbled "I don't think you're worthless". For the first time, his parents were torn with letting him get away with whatever came out of his mouth and outrage that their child would say something so "terrible".

As they drove away, he glanced back at Harry, who had gone from a scared scrawny kid to a young man with a straight back and haunted eyes without him noticing. The same young man who hated the Dursley family, who had every right to hate them and yet still could not allow them to be harmed.

A boy who was too darn kind for his own good.

Afterwards, he didn't hear from his cousin for a long time.

Dudley continued his schooling and went to university. There were some troubled times, for the first time his parents couldn't afford whatever his heart desired and he was forced to pick up a job for his studies.

The value of money was something he never had to face before until it was smacked into his face with every angry customer who wanted a low-fat latte at five in the morning.

On-campus, away from his parents, he realized just how horrible and not normal his childhood was. The things that came out fo their mouths weren't funny or true. The sneers at anyone that was slightly different, the harsh punishments they demanded, the need to be normal and right, wasn't how the world was.

The way his dad and mom behaved wasn't supposed to make the house feel suffocating even when they let him do whatever he wanted. But he still loved them, because at the end of it all, they were his parents and they loved him.

Dudley fumbled in his adult life. He had expectations that were more fantasy than reality. His so-called friends spent more time in and out of jail then he thought possible. He had no idea what he wanted in life, other then what he knew such as have everything handed to him and the world scoffed or laughed at him.

Dudley was only twenty and he was falling apart unused to have mommy or daddy pick up the pieces for him. This was something he needed to do on his own. He found he had no idea how.

It was his godawful job that he met Tiffiny. She first came into his life with a bright smile, and cheerful spring in her step. She was a year younger then he and the cafe manager had wanted Dudley to train her.

Tiffiny isn't a stunning beauty but she was pretty when you took the time to give her more than a passing glance. She was attractive in a comfortable way, one that could make a man's heart melt when she smiled up at him. Motherly too, with just enough devil-may-care mindset that made her interesting and rebellious but never cruel.

She wore shirts with cartoons, ripped jeans, dangling earrings and pretty dresses. She knew all the old Star Wars movies line by line, adored superheroes and wasn't interested in dating but wasn't put off by it either.

Once upon a time, Dudley would have called her a loser or a prude but that was when he was young and foolish.

Dudley, now as an adult who understood things better, fell in love with her instead. Luckily for him, she felt the same way.

After two years of dating- with his mother insisting that it was too long for her to be serious about him.- they got married. Around that same time, Dudley completed his studies and became an accountant. He chose this career after learning he was good at math when he put his mind to it and didn't mind spending days calculating budgets.

Dudley did his parent's taxes and ran their finances for them as well. He made a horrible discovery. The reason his parents were able to give him everything he ever wanted as a child was because those extra funds came from Potter family wealth.

His family lived a comfortable life on Harry's money when he was a child. And yet, Harry was barely financially taken care of. It made him sick to think about. but he was glad his cousin cut them off the moment he turned eighteen.

He closed the old documents and tried not to think about it again.

Tiffiny made more money than he as an eye doctor much to his father's horror but she loved every second of it and he couldn't find it in himself to care. So what if his wife was amazing at what she did and was rewarded with the appropriate paycheck? That's how it should be.

His parents had some problems with his marriage but it never got in the way of their love and visits. They were part of his life and he adored them all the same. Then Tiffiny gave him his first child, a sweet little girl named Daisy.

Dudley had heard his mother say over and over again throughout his life that he was the greatest thing to happen to her but he never really understood until Daisy opened her eyes for the first time.

His princess was a scrapper. Smart and sociable in ways her parents weren't. Daisy luckily inherited most of her looks from her mum, sharing only his hair color and smile. Dudley thought she was the most adorable thing to ever grace the earth.

Petunia Dursley wholehearted agreed. She spoiled her grandaughter something rotten, more so then Dudley which was a horrifying thought to Tiffiny.(his mom and wife were often butting heads about the proper way to be a mother and wife. Tiffiny did not like her advice on what a proper wife/mother should be)

But his daughter loved her grandmother so much, and always, always wanted to make her proud. She often made them her grandparent's gifts or chatted with them on the phone every evening if she could. Daisy was beside herself when Tiffiny got pregnant again with a boy.

This child he named Josh after Tiffiny's late father. Things were going great for a while, he had a loving family, a respectable job and people liked the new him.

Then one day, Daisy made her drawing that she created for her grandmother flout at the age of eight when she was being babysat by the woman. Dudley had arrived to his little angle sobbing in terror while his mother screeched things he hadn't hear in years. Things that she used to scream at Harry.

His father refused to have Daisy anywhere near Josh, scaring the little girl with threats that he used on Harry. The baby in his arms crying for his sister, even though he too had no idea what was happening.

The second he learned his mother had attempted to "break the freak" out of Daisy, he had to do something he never thought he would. He cut his parents out of his life. Prohibited them from ever coming near his children again.

Tiffiny didn't know about magic but she did know enough to swear up and down that if Veron or Petunia ever tried to lay a hand on her child again she would carve them with the kitchen knifes like a Christmas Turkey. They moved away just to make double sure the kids were far away from their grandparents.

Dudley ignored all of their pleas and messages, not willing to bend on the matter.

He had seen what they did to Harry, and he would not allow the same to befall onto Daisy.

As much as he wanted to protect her, he couldn't fix the damage they had already inflicted on his daughter.

Daisy spent weeks crying and apologizing. She didn't know what she had done to make her beloved Grans despise her. "What did I do Papa? What did I do? Why don't they love me?"

It broke his heart.

More so when he looked at his sobbing little girl and thought of the boy under the stairway. Was this what he allowed to happen? How could anyone do that to a child? They were so defensive, so tiny, and they didn't understand why someone could be so cruel.

Good Gods, why did Harry Potter ever thought they were worth saving? There was too much good in him, maybe from his father's side. There was no way Harry learn to be kind from their side of the family.

He sat Tiffiny down, explained everything to her that he knew about his cousin and together came to terms that their daughter was a witch. They never spoke to his parents or saw them ever again.

It broke his heart all over again, but to make sure that Daisy never felt the way Harry did, he stayed away.

A few years later, a wizard arrived at their house to give Daisy Dursley her own letter to Hogwarts.

Professor Longbottom is a kind, soft-spoken man who did his absolute best to answer all their questions. Things he should have known because Harry went to Hogwarts but he knew next to nothing about the wizarding world. Dudley hadn't the slightest clue of his daughter's new world.

He should have. Had his parents and himself not been absolute monsters.

Professor Longbottom came back to take them shopping for Daisy's school supplies.

For the first time in his life, Dudley was introduced to the world Harry Potter is a part of and disappeared into. Watching the bricks move out of the way he couldn't help but wonder how his parents possibly thought this world could be bad.

Everywhere he looked, magic was being used and it left him breathless in wonder. Magic, he had at a distance known was real, but to see it was nearly overwhelming. As it were, Daisy who was having the time of her life looking at everything would glance back at them as if though it helped her stay calm knowing her parents were there for this big new change in her life.

He wondered with a pang of self-hating guilt if Harry felt just as overwhelming need to have someone reassure him this new world was going to be alright. Tiffiny squeezed his hand, something she did whenever he thought back to his cousin.

She knew now what his parents had done and what he had done to another magic user in his family. Tiffiny didn't approve but she told him that lingering with regret wouldn't change the past. He could only one day find Harry and maybe make amends.

Daisy left that September for her schooling. The house felt emptier without her but his little girl always wrote home. She had been put in the house of the hard workers, Hufflepuff they were called.

While reading her letter, he wondered which house Harry was in. Every summer his things were locked away so he didn't even know the color of his old robes. Daisy said the color told the House.

The last thing in Daisy's letter hurt. She was having the time of her life meeting kids that are just like me Papa! I'm normal here!

That night he held his wife just a little tighter, crying into her shoulder. People like me. A place where one could be normal.

Tiffiny knew he was bisexual, had known long before they married but he didn't share that knowledge with anyone. His parents made sure he never felt normal for noticing blokes and even in this day and age he couldn't stand the idea of anyone besides his wife knowing.

His daughter would never feel that way. She was ina world that didn't care apparently, according to her letter.

Had that been what Harry found? Did he know that he now lived in a world that cared little about sexuality and cared more about blood statues? Did he too, meet bigots who turn their nose up at his "muggle" upbringing?

Daisy, as a muggle-born, had a lot of idiots try to shame her for it but she was nothing if not resilient. At least she claims so, in her letters, and he thought about all the kids he tormented as a child.

His daughter now had to face idiots like her own father. It made his stomach turn and shame burn every nerve of his body.

One day, Daisy wrote about the dreamy (his baby was too young to think about boys! Even if Tiffiny found it all quite cute) six-year perfect. A young man named Teddy Lupin, who had been an enormous help to Daisy and had made settling into Hogwarts easier.

-A shapeshifter called Metamorphmagus! He's also Harry Potter's godson, the Savior of the wizarding world. But I try not to make a big deal about it because Teddy doesn't like people going all gaga over his godfather.

Dudley nearly spits out his drink, eyes widening as he re-read the same passage again and again. It took Josh's head butt to his knee in a misguided attempt of a good morning hug that snapped him out of his shock.

"It's been almost fifteen years," Tiffiny said looking over the letter. "maybe it's time to face the person you were in the past."

He sent Harry a letter through Daisy. His daughter was downright shocked that they were actually related to the Harry Potter, and she swore she would get Teddy to pass it along. If not him then she would give it to James Sirius Potter, Harry's oldest child and fellow first-year though he is a Gryffindor.

A few weeks later he meets up with Harry in a small pub, the entrance of the two worlds. Before his cousin could say anything he blurted out "I'm sorry for everything. I wish I could go back and change all of it. I hate who I was and I hate how my parents acted. You deserved so much better."

Harry looked bewildered. "You already said that in the letter"

"I need to say it for the rest of my life. I need to make up for what I've done"

His cousin started at him for a moment before pulling out some paperwork. Harry's smile is tight, uncomfortable and he looks worn out like those veterans he sometimes saw.

He does want to be here, but he is, because Harry is one thing many people in this world aren't. He's too kind. "Let's talk about something else. You want me to help you find someone to be Daisy's magical guardian in case anything happens to you and your wife right?"

Dudley swallows. He knew that Harry wouldn't forgive him. But he is grateful none the less he's still here, still willing to try. "Yes. I can't have Daisy be given to my parents if we were to die. They…you know what they are like about magic."

Harry's eyes turn dark "I can never forget."

He winces. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine-" Harry stops, shakes his head and starts again. "It's in the past. Let's leave it there yeah?"

Leave it that they do. They stay in contact- Harry agreed to be the temporary Magical guardian until they find someone- and though they aren't friends he can at least say he made amends with his cousin.

Two years later, Dudley has to do one of the hardest things is ever had to do. He' has to say goodbye to Tiffiny. Has to hold his children while they lower her into the ground, a victim of an unknown infection in her lungs that they caught on too late and wonders what in the world is he going to do know.

Josh is but six, and Daisy is only thirteen. They need their mother. He needs their mother. But she's never coming back.

Live goes on but he keeps thinking she's just around the corner. Wakes up in the mornings expecting her to be at his side.

Without Tiffiny Dursley he feels like he's falling apart, and then to make matters worse, Josh makes his oatmeal exploded three weeks after her funeral. His son is a wizard. Dudley puts his head into his hands and he screams.

Daisy jumps into the fireplace with tears in her eyes, holding her baby brother and her mind filled with the last time she spoke to her grandparents. Dudley is left feeling like they were moving onto a world he could never reach and sits miserably sobbing into his hands.

Harry shows up the next day, with a kind understanding eyes and offers to let him stay with his family.

"I know what it's like to lose someone important." He says and Dudley thinks of the stories that Daisy has about the Boy-Who-Lived and the Battle of Hogwarts. It's all so unfair. Why does he have to suffer so much? How many did Harry see die and why is it that it only took one person for Dudley to break? "Come on Big D, I'll help."

He's too kind. Much too kind. Dudley doesn't deserve any of that kindness.

The Potters are lovely. They help put himself back together, help him get out of bed and be there for his children. Tiffiny would have had his head if she could have. The thought doesn't hurt as much as it did when her death was still fresh.

Magic is part of his life now. Will always be. With both his children having it. Sometimes he can understand why his mother was so jealous of his aunt Lily. The things magic can do, the wonder they bring.

Harry and Ginny have agreed to be their permanent magical guardians. He's grateful, one less thing to worry about. A year with the Potters allows him to breathe easier. He moves out again with Daisy and Josh. A small but no longer broken family.

Dudley is finally come to terms with his past, his present and he hopes his future will be better for his kids.

Then his car gets hit.

As he's sailing through the air, having been flipped from the impact he is suddenly confronted with everything all over again. He's not going to live he knows, and he thinks that Harry will take good care of his little ones. He thinks he'll see Tiffiny. He thinks of Daisy and Josh who lost both her parents much too quickly. He thinks of the people his kids will marry and the grandchildren he'll never meet.

He thinks of Josh getting his first wand in three years, of him going to Hogwarts, of Daisy being made Head Girl, graduating and earning her Potion Mastery without him being there.

He thinks of magic and how he still even after all this time wishes he could save Harry from his childhood.

He thinks, magic, Daisy, magic, Josh, magic, Harry, magic, regret, magic.

Dudley Dudley thinks all this when suddenly something in his chest feels like it squeezes and fire burst from deep within him. There is a bright light of silver sparkles whirling around him just as the roof of his car caves in.

He wakes to find himself a year and half suddenly being smothered by his mother's voice and arms. Sitting in a corner is a toddler with wild hair and green eyes crying.

What happened? He wonders. Where am I?

His mother tries to put him to bed, but he's not having that. Not when he sees his father attempt to drag the other toddler into the cupboard fo bed. He thinks of Harry's kindness and finds that while nothing is making sense he's not going to allow it to happen.

Dudley's parents always let him get away with anything. Helping his cousin into his bed, so he can hold onto the baby version of him is no expectation. Petunia's lips press close together but she can't say no to him and Harry falls asleep in his arms.

Making sure the green-eye boy is well covered by the blankets, Dudley stares up at the ceiling and thinks.

Magic has been apart of his life for years now. He can recognize it. But it doesn't make sense. In that car, there were no magicals, only he.

He turns his eyes to toddler-Harry, who is clinging to him with all the might a child can. Dudley is reminded of those early nights when Daisy and Josh were born; both would fall asleep the fastest when they laid on their left-side and had his arms surrounding them.

Turn his arms don't quite go around his young cousin since Dudley finds himself in a toddler's body as well now, he still makes sure to tuck him closer to him and swears.

If this is real. I'll make sure this time, you have someone who cares about you.