Its very short. It's not that good either, first fanfiction that I wrote.

Harry Potter was sitting on a bench in a park in London. His son, James sat next to him.

"Where are we going dad?"
"Right there" Harry was pointing at a house a few meters away.

Harry wasn't sure if he was doing the right thing. He had no idea if the person he wanted to meet lived there. Right now he didn't understand why he was here. He didn't even liked this place.

"Then why aren't we moving? Come on, I wanna see it" James was already on his feet and going towards the house.
"Wait a sec, James" Harry said as he began walking after his son.

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Harry stood at the doorstep, he hesiteded but then rang the bell. Footstep was heard inside the house and a secound later the door opened. A little girl with light blonde hair stood there, she was a little chubby and had double chin just like her father.

"Hello, Are your father at home?" Harry asked her. She ran into the house without a word, and was soon back followed by a chubby man.
"Hi, who.. are you?" The man looked at Harry with questning eyes, he was not certain he was right. It couldn't be? Was It.. ?
"Harry"

When Dudley didn't speak Harry introduce his son. He didn't know if he did the right thing to come here and was just going to leave when Dudley could speak again.

"Ehrm.. hmm.. Wanna, ehm, come in?"

Harry Potter walked into the house, it looked almost exactly like it did x-years ago. When Dudley went to the kitchen to get some coffee Harry went to take a look at the living room. The furniture where almost the same, except for an armchair in on of the corners. He wasn't suprised when he saw the new TV, dvd and a lot of videogames. Dudley hasn't change at all.

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They sat at the kitchen table, Dudley introduced his daughter Melinda, and said that his wife was out shopping. They didn't say much to each other, just sat there speechless. After all this years, what should you say?

"What have you been up to?" Harry asked. Trying to make a conversation.
"Ehrm.. We escaped as you know. We lived in Canada for a while, but moved back here when that.. guy died. That weird little man said it was okey for us to leave. Mum and Dad has an apartment in centre now, so i took over the house... as you see.. Ehm, thats pretty much all of it."

They talked about Harry for a while when the telephone rang. Dudley went to get the phone. James who had been quite for a long time whispered "Dad, is that my secound cousin? Really?" He was pointing at Melinda who was in the other room.

"Yes, be nice" he mummbled from the corner of his mouth. The little girl approached them and sat down across the table.

"Do you have any siblings?" James asked, in an attempt to be nice. "No. You?"
"Yes, a little brother was born a few weeks ago. He is really annoying right now, just screaming and all that. But you should meet him when he gets older."
"Yes. Sure." The girl was looking as that was never going to happend. Instead she went to sit by the computor in the living room.

James looked at his father like 'What did I do wrong?' Harry just smiled and told him to not care. He had a feeling that Melinda was more like his father then he had thought.

Dudley entered the room and sat down at the table. "Do you want more coff e?"

Harry declined and told him they where going, his wife were waiting for him back home. Dudley nodded and followed Harry back to the hallway. Harry put his hand forward and Dudley took it.

"Goodbye Dudley"
"Bye" and after a little hesitation "I'm glad your alive."

Harry gave him a smile and got out of the door, James hurried after. At the corner of the street he turned around and gave the house a last look before he and James dissapeared.