New A/N: This is the improved story. A few bits are rewritten but the story is still the same. The plan below is still in effect, just taking longer than I expected because of life. If you have me under Author Alert expect a few more stories in the coming days.
Previous A/N: This is the first of many short stories that will eventually lead up to an epic Harry Potter multi-crossover, which will have one crossover at a time. It'll make more sense later on. This story, and the ones to follow, is just for fun and to help set-up a much later on part of my epic story. These short stories will be canon as possible but I couldn't avoid a few OCs.
Disclaimer: I do not own in any way or form the world of Harry Potter created by J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros.
May 12th, 2045 6:00 am
BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ
"I swear if that is another journalist…" Harry mumbled as he rolled out of bed. He sends a jealous glare towards his still sleeping wife, but it quickly changes to a loving gaze as he remembers their anniversary that would be coming up within the next week.
Sometimes, he still couldn't believe Ginny agreed to marry him. Especially with how he ran off every other week on Auror missions when he started off in the Ministry on Kingsley behalf. 'Just think of it, 45 years!' He rubs his eyes to full awareness thinking of the past 45 years, his three wonderful kids and even more amazing ten grandchildren, and that's not counting the numerous nieces and nephews. His wish for a large happy family was finally coming true. Looking over at Ginny again he notices a small smirk on her face. Damn it! She was awake and stealing his precious hours of sleep he needed, especially since he has a Wizengamot meeting at ten. Damn wizards can't take care of themselves, damn dark wizards can't stay clean, damn doorbell. Whoever was at that door was going to face the wrath of the greatest dark wizard killer in all of wizarding history. Not that he cared for titles of course.
Creeping down the stairs to avoid waking Sirius' mum, which he still couldn't get the bloody thing down, he tip-toed to the front door only to find when opening… Dudley?
11 Hours Earlier
May 11th, 2045 7:00 pm
"Happy Birthday Daniel!" he cheered along with rest of his family. Well, most of it he thought with a wince. His cousin wouldn't come over to visit unless he had one of his children with him and they were grown now. And the few times that he did visit was only because Harry still believed in family. He wouldn't even know how to go about contacting him anyways.
Thinking back as he watched his grandchildren tear into the cake he realized he last saw Harry at his son Albert's twenty-first birthday party along with his daughter Lily. And that was only because Lily and Albert met by chance at a pub and he invited her. That was sixteen years ago.
Refocusing back on Daniel, Albert's now eleven year old son, Dudley smiled fondly. Remembering his own eleventh birthday he was glad to see him opening the small gifts from his older cousins and younger brother.
Daniel was a weird kid, not in a bad way don't get him wrong but he spent all his free time reading law books. What kid spends his time do that of all things. However, his childhood wasn't that normal either. That was why he tried his hardest on raising his own kids to be good people and later his grandchildren too.
"Hey Dad," Dudley look over to see Albert cleaning up the wrapping paper as the kids ran outside to the yard to play football. "Do you think you can get the mail for me, we still haven't gotten any birthday cards from June's parents and I swear if they miss out on one more family event I'll…"
Dudley laughed as he pushed down the fist Albert was shaking in the air, "As if you would every resort to violence son."
"Yeah… but those people! They rarely visit! They even miss June's sister's engagement party last month!"
"You know they're busy with their shop and getting up there in the years. And it was April's third engagement party. Look, I'll go check the mail and if there isn't anything there from them we can drive up to see them tomorrow along with Danny."
"Sure whatever, but really, you're willing to drive all the way to Cardiff? That's almost a three hour drive from here."
"Anything for family, son." And he meant it. He said it so often that when his children were younger they had turned it in to the family motto.
Going through the mail Dudley noticed no letters from the Andersons', but upon reaching the bottom of the pile he dropped everything.
New A/N: I'm deleting most of the author notes since the information in them weren't needed anymore. Just a reminder that this Dudley and Harry are around 65 years old. They may be a bit different because of that.
