Again, Vernon Dursley marched as far as the front door, but Dudley did not follow."Off with some of \iour\i lot?"Hestia looked outraged. Harry had met this attitude before Witches and wizards seemed stunned that his closed living relatives took so little interest in the famous Harry Potter."It's fine," Harry assured her. "It doesn't matter, honestly.""Doesn't matter?" repeated Hestia, her voice rising considerably."Don't these people realize what you've been through? What danger you are in? The unique position you hold in the hearts of the anti Voldemort movement?""Er -no, they don't," said Harry. "They think I'm a waste of space, actually but I'm used to -""I don't think you're a waste of space"If Harry had not seen Dudley's lips move, he might not have believed it. As it was, he stared at Dudley for several seconds before accepting that it must have been his cousin who had spoken; for one thing, Dudley had turned red. Harry was embarrassed and astonished himself."Well... er\a133 thanks, Dudley."Again, Dudley appeared to grapple with thoughts too unwieldy for expression before mumbling, "You saved my life,""Not really," said Harry. "It was your soul the dementor would have taken\a133"He looked curiously at his cousin. They had had virtually no contact during this summer or last, as Harry had come back to Privet Drive so briefly and kept to his room so much. It now dawned on Harry, however, that the cup of cold tea on which he had trodden that morning might not have been a booby trap at all. Although rather touched he was nevertheless quite relieved that Dudley appeared to have exhausted his ability to express his feelings. After opening his mouth once or twice more, Dudley subsided into scarlet-faced silence.Harry led them all back into the kitchen where
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