AN: Bored. Late. Sick. Here you go:
Premise: Summer, 2015.
Harry felt flooded with emotions as he stopped the car in front of Number Four, Privet Drive. Sadness, thinking of all he endured here. Joy, that he could leave and it still be standing. And finally, worry, for he just ran over the mail box of Number Five after attempting to parallel park. Harry said a few choice words followed by gasps from his children in the backseat.
Ginny laughed. "I told you that you should have practiced more." Harry glanced around to make sure no one had noticed the crash. Somehow, Harry felt the people of Privet Drive were slightly less nosy than they had been in 1998.
"Reparo," Harry whispered flinging his wand at the mailbox. It shifted back to it's original form. Harry let out a deep sigh and opened the door narrowly missing the mailbox he had only seconds before salvaged. The rest of his family did the same. The family began to walk up the sidewalk.
Harry had a sudden feeling of nervousness - as if he were about to have massive amounts of diarrhea. He reached the door and stuck his hand toward the doorbell, but couldn't force himself to ring it. They stood on the porch for a solid two minutes in the warm afternoon. Harry glanced at his watch - 5:02. He would just be coming in as dinner is being served. He knew vaguely what to expect on the other side of the door. Dudley would be here. According to his last Christmas card, the very short message revealed that he and his two kids had dinner every Thursday at 5:00. Knowing his Aunt Petunia, dinner started at exactly five. If Dudley hadn't been here, Harry doubted he would have came.
Lily sighed and rang the doorbell. Muffled, confused sounds came from the other side. Harry heard a voice that, though slightly weakened, he recognized as his Uncle Vernon. His heart felt heavy as he heard the voice. It had been seventeen years since he heard that voice. Footsteps could be heard coming toward the door.
The door was answered by a girl Harry had never seen before. She looked to be about sixteen. "We already have a religion, we're happy with our phone and cable service, and we don't need any yard work done." She proceeded to close the door.
"Wait, is this the household of Vernon and Petunia Dursley?" Harry asked.
The girl opened the door slightly wider. "Grandma, Grandpa, do you recognize these people?" Aunt Petunia, who looked almost the same with the exception of a few more wrinkles and had gotten a little bigger, didn't look up as she kept tossing the salad on the counter. Uncle Vernon turned around in his chair.
"Harry?" he asked looking surprised, which Harry could not tell if the surprise was pleasant or not. Petunia had just picked up the salad, but was startled by Vernon's comment. She dropped the bowl onto the counter, and it shattered.
"H-h-harry," she said breathlessly.
Author's Note: Yeah, it's short, but there's more. Review if you want to see more of this. :DD