Harry Potter's Niece

On one regular summer night in early June Headmaster Harry Potter was going over all the mail he had gotten from a variety of different people.

Harry's POV

I Sighed. I had never realized how much work came with being headmaster of Hogwarts. Not that reading letters is all the responsibility I have, but I should have listened to Hermione (as always) and went through all this junk a week ago instead of now. I have all these letters from the Ministry of Magic where they keep going on and on about the same bull about what I "should" teach, but I'm just glad they don't interfere. Blaise and Hermione Zabini (I know surprised the hell out of us too), Ron Weasley, Ginny and Neville Longbottom were all asking how I was and what they all had planned for the coming school year. I have just as many people who want to ask me questions and as much I hate to refer to it as fan mail that's exactly what it is fan mail. But then there isn't much I... well that's strange. It looks like a muggle letter. I bet one of the house elves brought it from Grimmuld Place.

I turned it over in my hands and could just barely make out the chicken scratch handwriting on it. I could make out my name and address then I turned my attention to the return address. It read Ms. Georgia Figg #7 Private Drive, Little Whingy. I thought for a second then it hit me Mrs. Figg's daughter. I quickly opened the letter my curiosity picked and was about to look at the contents when my door opened "Babe are you ever coming to bed. It's cold and I'm tired I've read every good book the library has to offer and you can do that tomorrow so come to bed." I looked up to the irritated voice of my lover/husband which is sort of the same thing in the wizard world, but we're thinking of having some sort of ceremony. "Draco I'm just sorting through some stuff. I just received a letter from Mrs. Figg's daughter Georgia". I said giving him a small smile. He crossed his arms and chewed his lip then asked "Well what'd it say"? I smirked and then shrugged "Dunnno haven't read it yet" and with that he got up and walked to stand next to me and bent down to read so I followed his example.

Dear Mr. Potter,

It may concern you to know that your cousin a Mr. Dudley Dursley is still living and that 13 years ago he was married. His wife…well, fits him…literally. Now 2 years after they were married she had a baby 2 actually. Twins if you hadn't already guessed. A boy and a gurl. They will be turning 7 years old on Sep. 1.

I paused there. Wow. Dudley a father? Never would have imagined. But why would she be telling me this? I don't know.

The young man is called Marcus Vernon Dursley. He takes after his father and his grandfather. To his family he's a strong, tough, and sturdy young man, but reality he's a brute. While the young lady is Marge Samara Dursley. She is a sweetheart and such a great kid not to mention powerful. Why just last week I offered to watch her and she was on my porch when some bullies came over and started teasing her. She got so upset that she blew the fuse box of my home and I think maybe a couple houses on my street. I have reason to believe that your cousin is mistreating her because she is showing signs of being a witch and I just thought you should be aware of the situation since I have from time-to-time seen marks on the poor child,

Sincerely,

Ms.G.Figg

I leaned back in my chair and cross my arms.Oh Merlin. First I find out Dudley got married, second I find out he got A WOMEN pregnant, and thirdly that there is a third generation Dursley running around. Wow. How did my life end up so hectic?

I looked up at Draco and there was a small frown upon his lips, his arms were crossed, and his brow was furrowed so I put my hand on his arm. He looked at me and seemed to shake himself out of his thoughts. He cleared his throat and then in a quiet low voice said "So what are you going to do." Putting emphasize on the you. I kept my face serious and replied "First off it's not what I'm going to do it's what we're going to do. Second what's there to do I mean we obviously need to let the Muggle police and the ministry know and let them do their jobs right"? He moved to the other side of my desk and sat down in a chair. "Harry don't you see? I mean you know we can't have any children and we talked about adopting before." And as he spoke he got more and more excited. I sighed I mean I always knew that Draco wanted children no surprise there, but I dunno I'm a little skeptical. I'm not sure why though. Maybe this is a good thing I mean we'd get her out of that horrible environment and into a safer loving one.

I looked up at my loving passionate man and smiled he was till going on about all the reasons why we should adopt her. "Babe", but I was ignored so I got up and walked around my desk and then leaned against edge then again said "Babe" this time he looked up and was surprised at how close I was standing. He blushed a little and I gave him a small smile then began slowly "Drake I believe it might be a good idea as well. Simply because she's my responsibility as her older cous-", but I was cut off by the man sitting in front of me "uncle". I gave a small laugh then continued "she's my responsibility as her uncle plus rather then have her have to deal with abuse till she's 11 like I had to I'd rather rescue her now" I said and I relaxed and looked at Drake. He had the biggest grin on his face as he got up kissed my cheek then ran to the cupboard that I kept parchment in and brought out a couple of pieces. He then sat down in my chair, passed me a few sheets of parchment along with a quill, and then he put the ink in-between us then he immediately started writing. "Drake who are we writing to and why" I had to ask with a laugh in my voice. He stopped writing then looked up at me "Harry have you hit your head? What do you do when you have a baby? Tell your friends and family of course" then he put his head down and continued writing.

I sighed "Sorry love, but can't this be done tomorrow and besides everyone is pretty bus-"I ceased talking at once because my lover's mouth was to the floor. "Harry when are you going to get it through your thick skull that people actually love and care about you and if you're in a sense having a child there are a lot of people that would be upset if didn't mention it. Plus we can't do it tomorrow because we are going to go get her tomorrow". After this little speech he reached for my hand and gave it a squeeze as I voiced my thought "Tomorrow? You don't think it's a bit soon"? He was already shaking his head. "You said it yourself that need to get her out of there A.S.A.P. so that's what we're gonna do. Now I'm writing my mother, Severus, Blaise, and Marcus as well. You write to that mutt godfather of yours and his wife, the Weasleys make sure you get all of them, and the Long bottoms. And I think that's about it. Any one else we can let know day after tomorrow" as he said all this he continued to write. I gave a huge sigh which he artfully ignored and so I began to write Dear Remus and Tonks…

Hours later after sending a million owls off with tons of letters I was rubbing my aching fingers walking toward my private apartments. After he had finished writing his letters he had ordered me to send them off and rushed off saying he needed to add on an extra room to our apartment. I sighed something I had done a lot of these past few hours as I approached the portrait of Sir Codogan who had valiantly offered to guard mine and Draco's private rooms. As Sir Codogan heard my approach he immediately took me for an invader "Stop there for you shall not take I, Sir Codogan by surprise". I showed myself and said "Hello Sir Codogan. Hedwig" and for a few minutes all he did was talk and so I had to repeat the password numerous times before I finally gained entry.

As I walked through my room and pulled off my top robes so my muggle clothes were all I had on. I heard talking coming from a room that hadn't been there when I left the s'morning so I walked toward it and saw Draco talking to Dobby. I leaned against the doorway of a large white room that had hardwood floors and just plain white walls. I yawned and then said "Drake if we're going today I want a couple of hours of sleep before I face those people. Plus don't you think we should let her decide what she wants her room to be like. By the way where is Damien" both Dobby and Drake looked at me. Draco told Dobby I was right said good night well actually good morning.

He came over and gave me a hug which I returned. We then got ready for bed and laid down. We snuggled and as I stretched my foot came into contact with something hard at the end of the bed. I felt whatever it was roll onto my foot pinning it down and sighed "Looks like a found Damien, babe" I said referring to the giant black panther laying on my foot. " Night Harry and don't worry everything will worth out fine" as we snuggled I replied " I hope so".