we’ve been living in hiding for so long now (Since July 27th last year, it was a Saturday. I remember because I missed my favourite telly programme) it seems so surreal when Hestia and Dedalus tell mum, dad and I we're free to go home now. That Voldemort's dead, that Harry's killed him.
Hestia Jones and Dedalus Diggle have been protecting us while we've been in hiding; they're wizards.... Well I suppose Hestia's really a witch isn't she? Being a girl? But it doesn't matter right? I mean they can both do magic, there's not much else to it is there?
My cousin Harry (He’s a wizard too) has been off trying to kill this evil wizard Voldemort for the past year and now he’s finally done it. At his special school for wizard’s and witches. Dedalus found out from that radio he’s always listening to; Potter watch. I like listening to it with him, dad doesn’t though, he thinks it’s a ruddy nuisance and it’s only because it’s made by wizards reporting wizard news.
I don’t know who was happier to find out we could go home mum and dad or Hestia and Dedalus. Mum and dad are happy because they can ‘finally get on with our bloody lives!’ I recon Hestia and Dedalus are happy because the war’s over and they can see their friends and family again and they get rid of us. I’ll be sad when they go, I like them, they’re okay people; I really like Dedalus, he tells me all these stories about the first war and Harry and all the stuff that’s happened in the wizarding world.
It’s damn bloody interesting. There a lot like us really, wizards. Just they have magic powers. I’d love to go with Dedalus to the wizarding world one day, not that’ll he’ll probably ever take me, he’ll probably never see me again.
I’ve had a lot of time to think here in hiding, there’s not much else to do. I’ve thought about how I’ve acted over the years, and about mum and dad and Harry and about how much of a prat he must think I am.
I’ve never really realised it before now but I do really love my cousin and I miss him. I mean the bloke saved my life, even though I’ve been a right prat. I want to see him again, but I don’t think I’ll ever get the chance to. I’ve written him a letter though. I’m going to give it to Dedalus to give to him, it reads;
Dear Harry,
I’ve realised being in hiding how much of a prat I’ve been. And how much of a prat my mum and dad are. As soon as I get home again I’m going to move out and finding my own place as far away from them as possible. I just wanted to let you know I’m sorry and I think that all the stuff you’ve done was really brave.
Love your really sorry cousin
Dudley.
I know it’s not much but it’s all I can come up with. Everyone is celebrating, there are beer and wine bottles everywhere and Dedalus is shooting stars everywhere with his wand. Dad’s too busy dancing around like a loon with mum to notice him doing it though.
Hestia said they’ll take us back to private drive tomorrow, after they’ve checked to make sure it’s safe, I’ll give Dedalus my letter for Harry then.
Harry
I’ll admit I’m shocked when Dedalus Diggle comes to me at the Gryffindor table at breakfast with a letter from my cousin. What the hell does Dudley want with me? Surely he’s not going to sue me or something?
Ginny, Hermione, Ron and the other Weasley’s look over my shoulder as I open the letter and begin to read, it’s short but I can see Dudley’s words are filled with true emotion.
Dear harry,
I’ve realised being in hiding how much of a prat I’ve been. And how much of a prat my mum and dad are. As soon as I get home again I’m going to move out and finding my own place as far away from them as possible. I just wanted to let you know I’m sorry and I think that all the stuff you’ve done was really brave.
Love your really sorry cousin
Dudley.
“Did he err.....? Say anything when he gave this to you?” I ask Dedalus politely after reading my letter.
“Yes Mr Potter sir. He asked if you’d like please reply to his letter and was wondering if you would like his new address once he moves out of Privet Drive, sir.” I blush; I hate it when people call me Mr Potter or Sir.
“Please call me Harry. I’ll just get Hedwig and....” But I stop myself realising, I’d almost forgotten Hedwig had been killed long ago. But Dedalus just looked at me sadly and nodded his head.
“I can pass on your reply if you’d like Mr Pot.... err Harry” he replied kindly. I thanked him and scrabbled at quick reply to Dudley on some parchment;
Dudley
Dedalus gave me you letter.... err thanks I guess, I’m okay but there are several others who were killed in the battle, one of them being my friend Ron’s brother Fred. I’d like your address once you’ve moved out. I’ll send you an owl, just untie the message from its foot, and then tie your reply back onto it. It’ll know where to go.
From Harry.
Dudley
It frightens the life out of me when Dedalus just appears out of nowhere in the living room of my new flat with a crack! He has a letter in his hand; I bet it’s from Harry.
“Harry says he hopes all is well and you found a decent place to live” He smiles handing me my letter.
Dudley
Dedalus gave me you letter.... err thanks I guess, I’m okay but there are several others who were killed in the battle, one of them being my friend Ron’s brother Fred. I’d like your address once you’ve moved out. I’ll send you an owl, just untie the message from its foot, and then tie your reply back onto it. It’ll know where to go.
From Harry.
“Err.... Dedalus how will the owl know where I live?” I ask him. He shrugs.
“I don’t know they just always do for some reason. He has to get a new owl since well.... I’m sure you’ve seen Hedwig..... She was err.... killed when Harry was taken to his safe house” He stuttered sadly.
Of course I remember the snowy owl. I remember the day Harry brought her home and dad went bloody crazy and padlocked her cage. I liked her even though she made a lot of noise. Sometimes I’d give her little pieces of biscuit when no one was around.
“That’s so sad. Should I just wait for his new owl then?” I ask and he nods before turning on the spot and disappearing again with a crack! Before I can even say thank you.
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