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Dudley's Daughter - Rewritten

Originally written: September 30 2018
Rewritten: March 13 2022

Dudley Dursley never would have guessed that he would ever need Harry Potter's help. After childhood, the two of them hadn't kept in touch. Dudley wasn't exactly sad about that. Of course, after much needed maturing, he felt bad for how his parents and himself had treated Harry. Even thinking about him made Dudley feel terribly guilty. So, he never thought to reach out. He got married, had a beautiful daughter, and was living a perfectly normal life. That was until one morning, while he was getting ready for work, an owl flew in an open window with a letter. That damned letter.

So, instead of going to his job, he got in his car in an attempt to find where his cousin lived. It was hopeless - he could've moved out of the country - but Dudley wanted to try. He would do anything for his daughter. Which made him drive around London all day, slowly and pathetically. It was around four p.m now, and he knew he would need to head home within a few hours. He found himself driving down streets he had never been, strange neighborhoods with strange looking people. Naturally, he kept looking around. Wizards were odd in his opinion, so this seemed to be a good sign. Dudley's car creeped down an eerie street, something about the place made him feel unusual. He looked around like a madman, he was lucky nobody called the police. He squints, slamming the breaks of his car and staring up at the ceiling of one of the flats. It was the owl he had seen this morning. Perhaps the creature knew, or maybe it was dumb luck. Either way, Dudley abruptly parked his car and jumped out; grateful to breathe in the fresh air for the first time in several hours. He wasn't expecting this to be his long-lost cousin's place, but he thought maybe it would lead him to a wizard. And that wizard could know about Harry - or Hogwarts. Either of them would be perfect. He strolled up to the door, straightening up his suit jacket before knocking on the door. He was too exhausted to be anxious.

He heard footsteps, a cough, a mumble. He didn't recognise the voice at all. His heart sank. This was the thing he needed - the only thing he needed. His daughter's gift all depended on this one person...

"Er, hello," Dudley looked up, too distracted by his own thoughts to realise the door had been opened. His eyes glazed over, taking everything in. There stood a tall, lanky blond man. He was dressed formally, wearing an all black suit. "May I help you?"

Dudley stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to say. What exactly was he going to say? He hadn't even thought about it. The man before him sighed.

"You're not the press are you?

"The what?" Dudley frowned.

"The Daily Prophet. I've sent that blasted company a multitude of emails about stalking us - on Harry's behalf of course."

Harry.

"Did - did you say Harry? As in Harry Potter?" He stared at the blond, wide eyed and desperate. He stared back, confused.

"What other "Harry"'s are there?" He asks, leaning against the doorframe in a rather bored manner. "I've never met another. Although, my name is much more unique."

"... And your name is?"

"How can you know Harry and not know me?" He shot Dudley a glare. "I'm Draco Malfoy, his fiancé. I suppose you must not work for the prophet then."

"Are you - "

"Gay?" Draco assumes, before chucking in a nod.

"No, no, are you..." Dudley leans in, lowering his voice. "A wizard?"

"Wait, are you a muggle? Is there a muggle at my house right now?" Draco whined, most likely fighting the urge to slam the door shut.

"Please, hear me out!" Dudley finally spoke up, which got Draco's attention. "Look, I'm Harry's cousin. My daughter just got sent a letter, by owl, about getting accepted into Hogwarts. And I'm... confused. And scared - "

"For Merlin's sake, I'll help you. Harry will be home in, like, half an hour. We're going out for dinner, so let's make this quick, yeah?"

"Who is Merlin? Does he live with you?"

"Fuck, just get inside."

-

Harry flooed to his flat, extremely tired from work. He was holding a handful of papers, too lazy to sort them at the Auror's office. So, he chucked them all down on the kitchen bench.

"Draco, I'm home," He called out. This was their routine. Harry would come home, a mess in one way or another, and his fiancé would fix it all. They both liked doing this. Harry liked giving Draco something to do, and Draco liked helping Harry.

"Oh - coming!" Draco replied, gesturing for Dudley to follow him. They hadn't talked about Dudley's relationship with Harry, so the blond was unaware of what would happen. Dudley wasn't entirely aware either. He reluctantly followed, from a large distance, and stood nervously in the doorway. He watched as Harry pulled Draco into a hug, kissing his cheek. Ah, domestic bliss. Harry looked much different nowadays. He was much more muscly, with smile lines on his face. He was dressed professionally, however his hair remained to be a bird's nest. Dudley couldn't tell what he was feeling, but some emotions were stirring up inside him. He was oddly proud, but he still felt that heavy guilt in his stomach. He watched as Harry tried to kiss his spouse, before Draco turned away. Was it too late to leave now? "Harry, look who came to visit."

Dudley cringed as Harry peered over at him. He watched as pure shock registered on his face. Then, anger. He pulled away from Draco, stalking over like a hound on his prey.

"Dudley." He spoke, and his cousin was terrified. He wasn't as big, nor as strong as Harry. He was chubbier, and relatively weak. He shivered, looking over at Draco for some kind of comfort. The blond stared back, confused as Harry spoke. "Why are you here?"

"W - well, I,"

"His daughter got into Hogwarts, he came here for advice..." Draco walked closer, unsure of what to do.

"So, you decided to speak to my fiancé behind my back?" Harry begins bitterly, towering over him. "You're so lucky that I haven't told him, or anyone, what you and your parents did to me. You need to leave right now, or I swear to Merlin - "

Draco places his hand on Harry's shoulder, pulling him back to face him instead.

"Uh, Mr. Dursley, how about you go to the living room for a minute?" The blond beckons, and Dudley quickly walks away. Draco held onto him tightly, so Harry didn't try to follow him, or hurt him. Of course, Draco loved a bit of violence - but he knew Harry would regret it. So, he stopped him, and was about to try and calm him down. He just held Harry in his arms for a while, rather forcefully, until he hugged back. His shoulders relaxed, his eyes falling shut.

"'M sorry," Harry mumbles quietly, his eyes fluttering open. "I don't know what happened, I'm not a violent person."

"I know you aren't. Do you think he just triggered you?"

"I suppose..."

"That's okay, love. Shall we kick him out now? I don't want to miss our reservation." Draco whispers back in reply, offering him a small smile. "We can talk about this over dinner."

-

It had been about a month since the incident. Harry told Draco everything, and so he understood why Harry had reacted the way he did. Dudley hadn't come over since, too terrified of what might happen to him if he did. However, once his daughter arrived at Hogwarts and got settled in, he felt like he should send a letter. Thankfully, that same owl was willing to deliver it. You could imagine Draco and Harry's surprise when they got a letter, by owl, from a muggle.

Hello,

I would just like to inform you both that my daughter has settled in quite nicely at Hogwarts. I believe she got sorted into Ravenclaw - I think that's the name, anyway. She told me it's the smart house. If you two have any advice, I'd love to hear it. Besides that, I hope you are both doing well.

Regards,

Dudley Dursley.