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"Welcome, Harry and Ginny." Dudley extended his hand to his cousin, a small smile on his face. "My wife's setting up the table."

"You really don't have to do this, Dudley," Harry said, shaking Dudley's hand. Ginny did the same. "Louisa just gave birth to Daisy, isn't this a bit tiring for her?"

"We would have planned this earlier but dad doesn't think you're supposed to be part of this family. He wants Daisy to live a normal life." He led them to the dining room, the house layout a bit similar the old Dursley house at Pivet Drive. "Mum doesn't really care if I contact you or not. Says I'm a man now, I have to make my own choices."

"Took you long enough, Duddykins."

"They still call me that, you know."

"Really?" Harry glanced at Ginny, as if saying, 'told you so'. Ginny giggled, remembering when Harry described how the Dursleys spoiled Dudley.

"Louisa teases me about it all the time. At one point, she wanted to name the baby Duddykins." They entered the dining are, connected to the kitchen where Louisa was preparing the food.

"Only you can't name a girl Duddykins," Ginny cooed. She was looking at the baby in a high chair, reminding her of her own daughter. Even at two weeks old, Daisy was showing some similarities to Dudley, but her features were softer, like Louisa.

"Yeah." Dudley scratched his neck sheepishly. "Louisa chose the name."

"No, Duddykins chose the name, I suggested it," came a voice behind them. There stood Louisa Dursley, a petite brunette with warm chocolate brown eyes. She was smirking, silently laughing at her husband.

"Louisa," Dudley warned, "stop calling me that."

"Hey, no need to to be ashamed, Big D," Harry teased, patting his back.

"Anyway, dinner's ready. Take a seat, Harry, Ginny." Louisa beamed at them, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

With Louisa cradling Daisy, Dudley chatting with Ginny, Harry saw a great future for them.

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