From the corner of Dudley’s eye, he could tell Harry was rubbing his face, clearly crying out well deserved happy tears. In their youth Dudley would have tormented Harry for crying. But sitting out on that patio, overlooking a cluttered yard full of beautiful and healthy kids, Dudley simply held his drink out to Harry. The two wordlessly clinked their glasses and drank it all in - the sights and the butterbeer.