HP of Dudley

The sound of thunder mixed with the sound of wind, the roar of the gods resounded throughout the world, and the rain mixed with the sea water washed away the poor wooden house. A strong young man with blond hair and blue eyes sat next to the window. The non-stop thunder light illuminated the coast, showing the strength of the waves. "Dudley?" He called the blond boy with blue eyes in an anxious voice. Dudley breathed out gently, and responded to the voice softly without moving, "Are you too hungry to sleep?" "If the storm calms down we can fish," Dudley said with a chuckle. Harry Potter didn't find this interesting at all. Harry knew what Dudley was expecting from a week before his birthday. Even in this terrible situation, Dudley's anticipation only became stronger. Harry was covered with the moldy quilt that Dudley had given him, and underneath him was a shabby, moth-eaten sofa. Harry really didn't know what to expect from this. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.