[HP] If Dudley had a sister

what is the future?What choice will I make?The answer is, she doesn't know.

Today is June 23rd, Deborah is six years old, and Dudley's birthday is naturally on the same day - they are twins, although they don't look alike.

But the genders are different, why do you want to look the same!

This day is of great significance to the Dursleys. They have already decided to take Dudley and Deborah to the park for a picnic, because today there will be a small town band that Deborah has always liked performing in the park. According to the usual practice, Harry will be Stay with Mrs. Figg and spend the day with the cats.

"Happy birthday, Dudley." Deborah was putting her gift in Dudley's hand at this moment.

"Happy birthday." Dudley took out one of his more than 30 gift boxes and put it in Deborah's hand, "This is your gift." This is the custom of the two brothers and sisters every birthday - exchanging each other's gifts .

After answering the phone, Petunia walked up to Vernon angrily and said, "Bad news. Mrs. Figg broke her back. It seems that it's because of her pets, so she can't come to pick him up." She turned to Harry. Edge nodded.

Dudley was dumbfounded, and Vernon was staring at Harry as if Harry had orchestrated it all.

Harry had no expression on the surface, but his heart was beating drums all the time.Maybe I can follow to the park today?Harry tried to guess in a good direction, maybe he could stay at home, he wouldn't be huddled in a cupboard all day, maybe he could secretly play with Dudley's toys?

"I...I... don't want him to go..." Dudley squeaked and pretended to cry, as he usually did and Petunia anxiously fulfilled all his wishes, "Today is my birthday and Deborah's! He's going to screw everything up!"

"Oh baby Dudley, don't cry, don't cry. Mommy promises not to let this freak ruin your birthday with your sister," said Petunia nervously.

"I'm not going to ruin Deborah's birthday," Harry muttered.

"What bad idea are you muttering about there, brat!" Vernon yelled. "Send him to Maggie."

"Don't be a fool, Vernon, she hates the kid."

"Then take it to your friend."

"Emily went on a trip, Evan just gave birth and won't agree to me." Petunia said anxiously, "And I don't want them to know his existence—God I can't imagine, if this kid is here My friends do weird things at home, and I'll be laughed at!"

Her expression was terrified, as if Harry had done something outlandish.

"Why not let him go to the park with us? Or just stay at home." Deborah suggested, "If we continue to discuss it, we won't be able to play for long, and we may even miss the show."

"This kid will make us come back and find the whole house destroyed," Petunia said angrily.

Vernon looked down at his watch, and after his complexion changed, he compromised: "Okay, let's go first. Then let him stay in the car."

"Don't let him stay in the car! He'll tear the car apart!" Petunia squealed.

"Then let him get out of the car and follow us! Don't let him run around!"

"No-no-!" Dudley started howling, he didn't want what he always thought was a freak to ruin his birthday, until he saw Deborah's face getting worse and worse, and then he realized that he should let Look at my sister.

Originally, Deborah had been looking forward to going to the park for a picnic and watching the show for a long time. Dudley thought angrily, if it wasn't for Harry, they would have set off faster and happier!

It was a sunny morning, and Harry thought it was the happiest he had been in a long time, even after listening to Vernon's series of complaints in the car: complaining about the bad weather, complaining about the bank, complaining about Harry.

Harry came to the park for the first time, his thin body and shabby clothes were out of tune with the Dursleys and everyone here.He even had his first sundae, because Deborah gave him hers.

"I want to lose weight, and Mia said I'm getting fatter and fatter." Deborah explained her behavior to Petunia a little aggrieved at the time. Mia is one of Deborah's current friends, and she often comes to the Dursleys' house Play with Deborah.

"My little princess, girls are cuter when they are fatter, and you are not fat at all." Petunia comforted her, "Today is your birthday, let go." After she finished speaking, she went to buy another chocolate The sundae was for Deborah, and to reassure her, I bought one size smaller than before.

There are colorful balloons and kites, a girl with red hair is sitting on a swing and playing, the big tree next to the swing is blooming with flowers that Harry can't name, and the stage on the lawn in the distance is singing Deborah's usual favorite songs. Favorite tune...Harry thinks the park is so beautiful.

From the beginning to the end, Harry listened to the music and sat quietly on the grass in the park. He saw the Dursleys bought a kite for Dudley and Deborah respectively, and Dudley asked for a hamburger.

He saw Deborah showing the first childish smile of the day after getting the kite. She found an open space and tried to fly the kite into the sky by herself.

Harry loved watching his cousin run across the lawn, her loose blond hair glistening in the sun.

"Harry, do you want to fly it together?" Deborah ran over and handed the kite string to Harry as a gesture.In the distance, Petunia's expression is still "Why is my little angel so kind and cute", while Dudley, Dudley's expression already has the shadow of his father when he was angry - like a big beetroot with a big beard, although Dudley Li doesn't have a beard.

"Dudley, do you want to play together?" Deborah waved to her brother, who snorted, but obediently took his kite and ran to Deborah's side.

"Deborah! I won't allow you to deal with this freak!" Dudley was furious.

"It's okay." Deborah said softly. She let Harry hold the kite, and then she ran with the string. She ran faster and faster. Harry felt the wind gradually strengthened, so he relaxed slowly. hand.

The kite floated up smoothly after being blown by the wind, making a "woo-woo" sound.

Fly a little higher, a little higher, Harry kept wishing in his heart.

He felt that sometimes strange things happened around him, and sometimes he felt that he could really get what he wanted. He hoped that the kite could fly higher, because Deborah would laugh more happily this way. .

"Look, Dudley! Our kite is approaching!" Deborah pointed excitedly at the two similarly shaped kites in the sky. Dudley was chatting with Deborah while flying the kites, but he didn't want to talk to Harry.

And Deborah raised her head, her hands kept releasing the line, and the kite flew higher and higher.

Suddenly something was wrong with Harry, as in hindsight he thought good luck never lasted long.A violent gust of wind blew inadvertently from a distance, the leaves were blown by the wind, and the dust blinded almost everyone's eyes, followed by Deborah's soft cry—her kite broke. Line up.

"It's all your fault!" Dudley took out his anger on Harry without reason.

"It's okay." Deborah comforted them with a smile. She looked up at the sky. The kite was flying in the blue, clean and vast sky. Every move of the broken kite was no longer what Deborah expected to control. of.

"That's great," Deborah said softly.

"I'll get your kite back!" Dudley said excitedly as if claiming credit, and he ran towards the direction the kite was flying despite Deborah's obstruction.

"Hey!" Deborah yelled anxiously, and she quickly turned to Harry and said, "You go and ask your mother to follow, you can't let Dudley run so far alone!"

"Huh?" Harry was stunned for a moment, and when he saw Deborah running away with Dudley, he immediately reacted and ran to call the Dursleys.

Dudley was stomping angrily at the branch where the kite was hanging when Deborah managed to catch up to him.

"Let's go back, Dudley, and forget about that kite," said Deborah.

Dudley took a look at Deborah, and as if he had made up his mind, he put his foot on the tree to find a point of strength, and then started to get up.Deborah was taken aback, and hurriedly persuaded: "Get down quickly! This is very dangerous!"

"I don't want it!" Dudley shouted, he climbed higher and higher, probably no one would have imagined that his fat body could climb trees with such agility.Stretching out his hand, Dudley finally touched the tail of the kite, and he yelled triumphantly to his sister, "Hey! Deborah, I've got your kite!"

He waved his hand happily, but the branch he stepped on couldn't withstand the pressure because of too much movement, and cracks began to appear with a "click"—the branch broke faster and faster, Dudley and Deborah's faces turned pale in an instant .

Dudley burst into tears for a moment, but he still held on and said, "Day, Deborah, don't be afraid, I can jump from this height...AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

In the chaos, the wind blew up unexpectedly, and Dudley felt as if he was sitting on a flying carpet and floating in the air. He felt that the speed of his falling was infinitely slowed down, slowed down, until he landed steadily. on the ground.Dudley forgot the experience of almost falling just now, he took the kite and wanted to show it off to Deborah, hoping she would praise him - but Dudley suddenly didn't dare to speak.

Deborah looked at him blankly.

"Deborah... look at your kite..." Dudley said nervously.

"Who asked you to find a kite for me!" Deborah roared angrily, "What are you doing all these unnecessary things! Who asked you to climb a tree! Do you know it's dangerous!"

"Didn't I get down smoothly!" Dudley argued stiffly.

That was caused by the magic riot in my desperation!Deborah roared in her heart, she was too angry to speak.

So she snorted and started walking straight away from Dudley.

Seeing his sister's actions, Dudley felt aggrieved and dissatisfied. This overlord finally couldn't help but quarreled with Deborah: "Since I tied your rabbit last time, you always help Talk to that freak! This time you also allow him to follow you to the park!"

Dudley couldn't stop complaining as if he had opened up the conversation: "You never talked to that kind of person before, you used to only talk to us, and you said you liked talking to me the most—"

Deborah knew who he was talking about. He was talking about the original owner—the little girl who had to grow up in the hospital because she was sick.

Dudley in the original book is a bully spoiled by his parents since he was a child. Even now that Deborah exists, his favor has not diminished.From Dudley's point of view, his sister didn't rely on him as before, and listened longingly to his talk about life outside the hospital. Instead, she got to know more people, and even some people he hated. The boy can't bear it.

For Dudley, it was as uncomfortable and angry as if his precious toy was suddenly taken away by others and forced to share with others.

The six-year-old boy didn't know how to vent these emotions, and he didn't know how to get along well with Deborah. In the end, he could only make such childish behaviors.

The angry Dudley in front of Deborah's eyes overlapped with the Dudley who was crying and yelling "I'm your brother" at her in Zhoumu, and she shed tears for no reason.

Dudley became more and more annoyed when he saw Deborah crying. He didn't want to stay any longer, so he walked away from Deborah and prepared to walk across the driveway to the opposite lawn.

No matter what, he dared not face Deborah again.

After Deborah noticed it, she said, "Don't run there! Cars are allowed to pass there!"

After she finished speaking, she covered her mouth, and a red car drove out of the corner in an instant.

Harry and the Dursleys who rushed over saw such a scene: Dudley stood there blankly looking at the car that was about to hit him, and their youngest daughter Deborah rushed over as if to prepare herself Protect the brother behind you.Petunia let out a louder scream than she had ever heard before, and Harry, Harry ran up to the siblings faster than he expected and pushed them away.

Then the Dursleys watched in amazement as the car turned a strange turn before hitting Harry as if it was being manipulated by some hand, and then crashed into the nearby grass. The air cushion also hit the foreign object after the car It suddenly opened to protect the driver of the red car.

"My God..." Vernon murmured.

The author has something to say: Driver: Confused

The plot of the birthday is an excerpt from the birthday of the Philosopher’s Stone, which is marked in the text to affect reading, so it is marked here.