Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

Chapter 6: Harry, We Are Brothers

Since changing jobs, Vernon Dursley's business had been thriving, growing bigger and stronger. This was evident from the increasing number of electrical appliances at home and the frequency with which the family replaced their clothes.

"Oh, my dear Dudley, how do you like the shirt I bought for you?"

Petunia gestured with a black-and-white checkered shirt in her hands, the largest size available in the store. "Hurry, try it on. It must fit you perfectly."

Petunia's sense of aesthetics was truly unique.

"Aunt Petunia." Harry happened to walk out at this moment, weakly calling out. His eyes lingered on Dudley and the new shirt for a few seconds.

What was readily available to you might be something others wished for desperately. At least, for Harry, currently residing in Aunt Petunia's house, having enough to eat every day was already good enough. New clothes were a luxury.

Harry hid it well, but Dudley wasn't blind.

Regardless of the reason of staying with the Savior to complete the mission, Dudley felt sorry for Harr

Setting aside the fact that Harry often brushed off his complaints about dust falling whenever someone went upstairs, Dudley felt a bit sorry for Harry. Having lost his parents shortly after birth, he could only live with his aunt, who didn't treat him well. Growing up in such an environment, Harry had become accustomed to accommodating others and was sensible, making people feel sorry for him.

All Dudley could do was try to treat him a bit better.

"Mom, what about Harry's?"

Actually, Dudley knew that his mother's feelings toward Harry were quite special. It wasn't pure dislike. Dudley had seen Petunia staring at Harry's back, lost in thought, or gazing into Harry's eyes with a complex expression, a mix of nostalgia, memories, and sorrow. It was a myriad of emotions, everything except disdain.

Of course, this was a rare occurrence. Most of the time, Petunia didn't show a good face to Harry.

His father, Vernon, was the same. He constantly referred to Harry as a freak, but it was mostly done in front of his mother.

If Petunia wasn't around, Vernon wouldn't bother with Harry at all.

"Haha, Harry also has one." Petunia reluctantly took out a similar but two sizes smaller shirt from her bag and handed it to Harry. Without much emotional fluctuation, she said, "This is yours."

Harry received the shirt with a face full of joy, paying no attention to Petunia's attitude. After all, he had a new shirt, and that was the key.

With Dudley serving as a lubricant to ease the tension, the relationship among the family of four was relatively harmonious, and Harry's living conditions weren't too bad.

"Do you like it? But you'll have to wait a while before you can wear it."

Dudley walked to Harry and patted his shoulder. Seeing the puzzled look on Harry's face, he said, "Forgot, didn't you? Today, we agreed to help you redecorate your room. You often complain that whenever someone goes upstairs, dust falls into your room, right?"

"Wearing new clothes now would be a waste if it gets dirty later."

While talking, Dudley took out a toolbox from the drawer, put his arm around Harry's neck, and walked toward his "little room."

Although called a little room, it was just a cupboard under the stairs.

That was Harry's room.

A day of busy work ensued, with constant knocking and clanging.