I know I should probably be updating The Strangest Birthday instead of writing random one-shots, but oh well. Just a random scene for y'all.

Disclaimer: Remember, I own none of these characters or anything that has to do with Harry Potter.

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"What are we doing, Dad?" James asked, looking confused at his father, who was putting his coat on.

"We're going to visit Dudley, James," Harry Potter answered his son. The son of the legendary hero curled his lip in disgust.

"Why?"

"Because he invited us over," Harry answered. His wife, Ginny appeared with their daughter Lily in tow.

"Where's Albus?" Ginny asked, helping Lily put her coat on.

Harry sighed in exasperation. "I don't know." He promptly bellowed out, "Albus!"

A muffled voice from the second story answered quietly, "What?"

"Come down here!" Harry shouted. The distinct sound of thumping was heard, and Albus Potter soon appeared, a book in his hand.

"What?" he asked.

"We're going to Dudley's house," James replied miserably.

"Oh. Do I have to? I'm reading Hogwarts, A History, you see, since I start next year, and it's really good, and…" His voice trailed off at the raised eyebrow being sent to him by both his parents. "You know, I think I'll go put my book away."

Finally, the five Potters gathered together, coats and hats and boats and mittens on, ready to face the cold winter evening and Apparate to the home of Dudley Dursley. The kids all held on to their parents, and Ginny held onto Harry, and Harry whisked them all away to the home of his cousin.

After the war, the two of them had properly made up. Dudley had seen that Harry had saved his life when they were fifteen, and understood that maybe Harry wasn't so bad. Harry had been willing to forgive his cousin; after all, they were family.

They arrived on the doorstep of Number Four, Privet Drive, where snow lightly fell. Vernon and Petunia had moved out long ago, refusing to return after being forced to abandon during the war against Voldemort. Dudley didn't mind returning, and led a happy life in his childhood home.
"I get to ring the bell!" Lily claimed, and poked the doorbell, to much groaning from her brothers. Muggle doorbells were fascinating, and it was a huge deal to get to use one.

Dudley answered the door, and smiled when he saw his cousin and the entourage that accompanied him. "Hello, come in, and Happy Almost Christmas!" He opened the door wide, and the Potters trooped in. He shook hands with both Harry and Ginny, and invited them into his living room.

Seated there on Dudley's couch was a lady. She was very pretty, with soft gold hair that traveled in ringlets down her back, and pale, untarnished skin, with bright blue eyes and a happy smile.

"Dudley Dursley, have you found yourself a girlfriend?" Harry asked in disbelief.

Dudley grinned bashfully. "This is Caroline Miller, and yes, she is my girlfriend."

"It is a pleasure to finally meet the Boy Who Lived," Caroline said, rising to her feet and extending a hand for Harry to shake.

"You're a witch?" Harry asked with no small amount of surprise. Caroline nodded.

"You were in my year, weren't you? A Hufflepuff?" Ginny asked.

"Yes, I was," Caroline affirmed.

"Do your parents know?" Harry asked Dudley.

Dudley nodded. "Dad was bloody angry when he found out I was dating one of your kind. Mum was pretty okay with it, actually, but Dad hasn't spoken to me in about three months now."

"Well. When you invited us over for dinner, this definitely was not what I was expecting," Harry said.

"Speaking of dinner, come, it's ready," Caroline said, leading them into the dining room.

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It's short, I know. The idea wouldn't get out of my head though.

Quick band joke: Why are pirates and trumpets alike?

They both murder on the High C's!

-Jake