Ok, just bare with me and please allow me to write thie story and get it from my head. I am still writing others, and PLEASE REVIEW. It inspires me to write more.

The quick overview.

A secret love, kept secret and a child concieved. A marriage of convience and loved came to thee. On the night of the birth, surrounded of death and gore, came the crumbling of the man, the saviour, the hero with the loss of his love. Now away into hidding must the child go, for if the saviour fails, must she be the next to deliver the blow.

Re-acquaintancing Oneself, Chapter One

Lightning struck the night sky that night. Light cracking the sky like the Grand Canyon and each lightning bolt strayed longer in the sky then the one before. If it hadn't been for the late night, the county of Kent would have had an early firework show but every occupant of the county was snuggly tucked safely in bed.

Unlike most storms, cold and drizzly this one had a warm feeling almost muggy. It smelled sweet and sour at the same time.

The banging of a door disturbed the slumbering occupants of number twenty-five of Elizabeth Street, in the sleeping suburbs of some town in Kent. The night had been irregular to say the least, being mid-summer the population was used to droughts, sunshine packed weekends to the coast, and blistering heat, but that day was filled with storm clouds and a major chance of snow.

BANG BANG

"Alright, alright, I'm a commin." Croaked an annoyed sleep laden voice. Dudley Dursley stepped lightly down the stairs hoping off the last step and lunged for the door hoping his wife wasn't disturbed. The twelve years passed since his last summer with his cousin had been easy on him. He had married, moved from the constant watch of his parents and set up a gym for the neighboring boys and girls to join and learn to fight.

The banging continued until he opened the door and was almost hit in the face with a fist. The lightning clapped behind the disturber illuminating his body. He noticed two heads on one body.

"Blood hell?" Dudley muttered when his eyes finally adjusted on the speculation.

There stood a ragged man, with a black shaggy mane of hair pouring over his shoulders, and his green eyes almost dull in color. The only distinguishing figure was the remaining scar on the man's forehead that had split open.

The rain started to pour down lightly but by the time his back was soaked did he make a gesture to move.

"So are you going to ask me in or not?" The voice snapped the silence like a tooth pick. Dudley stood aside allowing passage into his humble abode to his only cousin.

Harry stepped into the foyer and moved farther into the house until he found the living room and placed a bundle down on the plush couch. The bundle looked more like a package of blankets to Dudley's' eyes, but he knew it was more when it began to shift slightly by its own accord.

Harry took a step back glancing around the room; hold his wand steady and muttering a few words. Dudley too shocked by the appearance of his estranged family ignored the enchantments and charms being performed on his house.

"Well Dudley, life looks like it has been treating you well." Harry said stretching a bit after checking on the bundle that ceased its movement. "Mind if I borrow the WC?" Harry asked and Dudley motioned to some door down the hall way and continued to stand in the foyer looking around his living room. He didn't even hear the approach of his wife coming down the stairs calling his name, or when she stood a foot by him and asked his name again.

"Dustin?" She asked touching the crook of his elbow. She barely reached the height of his chin, so she started him to say the least. She jumped away from his fast reaction. "Dustin what is the matter?"

"Lara, what are you doing up?" He asked touching her shoulder.

"I woke and heard voices, so I came downstairs. What are you doing down here?" She asked looking around at her illuminated living room. Something was misplaced, and there was light coming from nowhere. "Dustin, what was that banging earlier?"

"Oh, that would be-

"Dudley, I think your WC is on the fritz." Harry said emerging from the bathroom only to startle some strange woman, she started screaming and both men jumped at her outburst.

"DUSTIN, THE MAN FROM THE NEWS, THE SERIEL MURDERER. HERE IN THE HOUSE?" Her screams were soon silenced by the use of magic before muffled by her husband's hand.

"Bloody hell Duds, you picked on with a voice on her." Harry said, his hair recently returned to his normal length, and his face cleaner then two minutes prior. Lara continued to scream but only to scream silence and sound mute to the men.

"Pollocks Harry, what the hell are you doing here?" Dudley asked before catching his wife from fainting.

They moved swiftly to the living room, Dudley sitting with his bride on one couch and Harry placing himself next to the bundle that started to shift, but Harry rubbed the blankets gently and soon the movement stopped again.

"Harry what the bloody fuck are you doing here in the middle of the night?" Dudley asked putting his wife to lie on one half while he sat across from Harry. He starred at the bundle with wondering eyes. "You look like hell."

"Well thanks Duddy-kins." Harry snarled sarcastically but shook his head. "Sorry Duds," he apologized but Dudley waved it off.

"It's not Dudley anymore by the way." He mentioned. Harry looked bewildered. "I changed when I became legal to Dustin. I couldn't handle the name like Dudley in the real world. I mean, how could I be taken seriously in the fighting world with a name like Dudley."

"You did always sound like a candy jingle." Harry laughed but his laughter quickly died and he starred at the strange woman. "Your wife?" Dudley nodded and held her hand. "Sorry I couldn't make the nuptials, I was busy."

Dudley nodded. "I didn't blame you for not showing."

"Dud, I mean Dustin, I don't blame you for anything your parents doing. Well I might hold some grudges but I came to ask a favor of you." Harry starred slowly at the carpet.

Dudley looked strangely at his cousin, gone were the glasses and the quiet boyish behaviors. He looked ragged and torn. He looked closer to death then to life and his face showed no life only mirth. "Before you ask me anything Potter, what the hell are you doing?"

Harry pointed at the bundle and slowly opened the blankets to show a slumbering child. "My daughter is the reasoning I am here."