Ever since he was born, Dudley had been taught that people who rode brooms, made things fly and change, and did all kinds of freakish things were not be associated with him. He had been told that people like his cousin were nothing but monsters that deserved no love from them whatsoever.

Indeed, raised in a Muggle household with  a magical cousin had taught him a few things such as those freaks couldn't use magic unless they were seventeen or it was accidental, that they had homework like every normal student, that they wore uniforms and that seventeen year olds used spells all the time and even that there was a spell to erase someone's memory. Despite being taught that these freaks were evil, that they weren't to be associated with him and his family at all, Dudley can't help but watch through the window of his room each day as the window to a neighbor's house is pushed open and a mockingbird flies out into the sky only to come back in the late nights of the morning.

Despite being told to never associate with them, Dudley grows immensely curious and when the mockingbird flies out one cloudy afternoon, the fourteen year old decides to investigate the boy living across from them whose as much as a freak as his cousin.

"Why did you come here?"

"I was curious."

"Curiosity killed the cat, ya know."

"But satisfaction brought it back."