Authors note:

Here is the final chapter to this story. I hope you liked it as much as I loved writing this story. I want to thank Susan for all her help in this story.Chapter Four.

The last day of camp came, Dudley looked at the chart that showed the weight that he was at when he first arrived at the camp. "I weighed over 159.1 kg, when I first arrived here and now I weigh about 113 kg. Thats a lot of weight taken off right?"
"Yes, you have lost a good deal of weight but you still need to get more off, you have to get it to 92.5 kg, which is be your ideal weight for your height but remember to watch your blood sugar levels, Dudley." Jenny stated, as she wrote down Dudley's final weight in his file. She looked at him. "Dudley, I will be faxing your weight file to your GP before you leave today. He will be very pleased with how you have lost weight and now getting your diabetes under control. It will be a hard road to row, but your health has been getting better. I have been watching you run in the morning and you are faster instead of being at the end of the line dragging your feet breathing hard."
"It took me quite a while before I was really able to really run, I usually walk real fast," Dudley admitted. "Now, I'm able to run and I have a new sense of myself. Thank you for all your help Jenny. By the way, how are my dad and aunt doing with their diabetes?"

Jenny smiled. "Well, this is the only time that the parents are able to see the camp. Your folks will be here very soon if not already here."

Dudley asked. "I wonder if mum cleaned out all the junk food out of the house yet before I come home?"

"I pray she did for it is not good for her husband or your health." Jenny stated, noticing that there was cars coming up the road. "Oh the parents are here."

Dudley headed out of the nurse's office to see several cars pulling up and he wondered what his father would now look like with some weight taken off. He could see his mum stepping out of the car and start looking around. "Mum! Dad!"

Petunia heard her son's cry and turned to look in the direction of the voice. She was shocked her extremely overweight son looked thinner; her mind went racing about how to fatten him back up again. "What have they been feeding you? You are too thin!"

"Mum, I must lose the weight or die. Dad, Aunt Marge and I are all diabetic, we must lose weight or die." Dudley stated calmly but sure of himself.

Petunia couldn't believe her son. She was not very happy with how the camp made Dudley loses a good amount of weight. "Where is the administrator of this camp? I want to file a complaint."

"Mum, please this camp is for diabetics and we all lost weight to stay healthy and alive, we must." Dudley stated. He turned to his dad. "You are looking really good, dad. Are you up for a morning run tomorrow?"

"Of course, I have been doing a mile each morning and evening right after supper. How is your blood sugar level right now?" Vernon said, as he looked at him.

"My level is doing really good. Maybe Harry can run with me if he wants to," Dudley said.

Petunia heard that. "That boy will not do a thing with you. He's the reason why you have diabetes!"

Dudley snapped. "Mum it's hereditary and sometimes genetic and Harry is not responsible for me getting it! I am...and I'm sick of you blaming Harry for me getting diabetes if anything I should blame you mum for allowing me to eat whatever I wanted and you knew when I got it so you didn't do a darn thing to prevent me from gaining all this weight. Now I'm paying the price for it thank you mum!"

Petunia was sobbing at being told off by Dudley but Vernon agreed with his son, he said. "Pet, he is right. You did allow him to eat whatever he so wanted and didnt restrict his meals. I, too, am partially at fault here too. I didn't make you do chores around the house as that would have cut into your time eating and getting fatter. Now, when we get home, I've revamped the chore sheet. Harry, you and me will be doing the chores around the house together."

Dudley nodded. It was a fair exchange with Harry and it would keep them from going back to being lazy again. Dudley didn't want to get lazy now that he knew that he had diabetes. "Has Harry returned from that 'world' yet?"

"No, he won't return till next summer holiday," Vernon said.

"Good riddance!" Petunia stated harshly.

Dudley spoke up, "Well you are being selfish mum and we all treated Harry badly. It's your fault that we had treated him wrongly. We should really treat him a bit nicer as he's not guilty for a crime."

"Yes, he is! The crime of being born!" snapped Petunia.

Dudley knew his mum was being stubborn. He turned to his dad. "Are the sweet food removed from the house?"

"Yes, they have all been removed from the house. They were removed when we returned home and there hasn't been any since. The only sweets we have are fruits and vegetables. We do have sweets but they are sugar-free type."

"That's great, but I will only have them once in a while and only for a treat. Have you had an apple with peanut butter on it? It is great! I love it." Dudley stated, as he put his trunk in the boot of the car. "Dad, I want to come back next year, I like this place. The people are very kind."
"Okay, Ill make sure you will be able to return. Let's go home, son." Vernon said, as he looked at his son.

Dudley agreed and said his final farewells to his new found friends and told them that hell keep in touch as he waved goodbye to them all before getting in the backseat and finally putting the seatbelt on without much trouble. Dudley grabbed his meter and got couple of drops of blood to test to see how good his blood sugar levels were and they were good. He quickly jotted down in the log book what his level was at as they drove back to number four Privet Drive. Dudley knew he needed to keep an eye on his diabetes and his weight.

As the car turned in four Privet Drive, Dudley stepped from the car and hurried into the house as he had to use the privy. "Dont worry about the trunk, dad. Ill get it when I get out of the privy."

Vernon smiled as he pop open the boot and looked at the house. He knew that Dudley and himself had a hard road to hoe and they needed to stick to their diet plan, their exercise plan and make sure that their blood sugar levels were at their proper levels.

This story is now done.