In The Life Of A Muggle

The Life Of A Muggle

As I watch the sunrise out of the window, I think about their world. My cousin, how he has changed since he started that school. Sometimes I wonder, what if I had the gift too. My Mother and Father hate their world.

Last night, I crept into his room, my cousin's, I stole a book of his, as well as some of his letters. I started to read the book, Standard Book Of Spells Grade 2, and the letters. Ron seemed a nice guy, Hermione was kind. I wish I had friends like that. The notes were filled with talk about a Dark Lord, and of Sirius. You could tell Ron liked Hermione, why the way he always spoke about her. They too, seemed surprised with my attitude towards magic.

Once I had been expelled from Smelting's halfway through the year, I changed, I had become more understanding of what went on in the world. When you are young, you think the world is what is going on around you. I realise my mistake now, so, I have changed. I no longer bully people, or Harry, I accept the worlds people.

"Duddy-Kins, time for breakfast," I hear my Mother call. I ran down the stairs, and into the kitchen. Mother was cooking, my Father, reading the newspaper. Harry was not down yet. "Good morning my Duddy-Kins," Mum said, giving me a hug.

I sat down in my seat at the table. Dad ignored me, as always now. Ever since had come home and I voiced my curiosity with the magical world, he shunned me, like he does to Harry.

Harry came into the room and sat opposite me, while Mum gave out the food. As usual, I was given more then him, but that was about to change. When my Mother turned her back, my Fathers nose in his paper, I tipped half of my food onto Harry's plate, and pointed out that he had to eat fast. He looked at me questioningly, but started to eat, his eyes never leaving me. "Talk later," I mouthed, picking up my own fork. After we had finished eating, I followed him upstairs.

"Why did you do that Dudley?" he asked turning to look at me, a puzzled look on his face.

"Because you hardly get any food. I felt sorry for you," I mumbled, looking at the floor. I knew he would ask that. When he came though the barrier at Kings Cross, I could see he was happy, more happy then I ever was. He was with his friends, always laughing. I never had real friends, only fellow bullies.

"Tell me what's wrong, maybe I can help," Harry said, reassuringly. I look at him, sincerity shone in his eyes, so I told him. I told him everything, how I felt lonely, like I felt that I had wasted my life.

The rest of the holidays were fun. We went to see his friends, laughing over a sweet I had eaten three years ago. In September, I left for collage, while Harry left to fight Voldemort, by becoming an auror.