OK everyone, here is a shot of the couple visiting Privet Drive after the War so Harry can have some answers :)
I hope you like it, I think JKR shouldn't have forgot to mention the Dursleys, anyway, here is the shot :)
Privet Drive No. 4, once more.
Both Harry and Hermione were standing in front of the house Harry lived for ten years. He had started wondering if Vernon, Petunia and Dudley were back to normal. Now with his life trying getting back on track, Harry wanted to know if his only relatives were fine. They had been horrible to him, but they were innocent and had gotten involved in a war they hadn't reason to be in, so Harry wanted to know that everything was OK before he moved on. Hermione was surprised when he told her about them and his desire to assure that everything was fine.
She supported him on his decision –as always- and she accepted to be with him on his short visit in the Dursley's house. Harry looked at the house again, not being sure if he did the right choice after all, but Hermione squeezed his hand and he looked at her. She smiled at him and he nodded.
'Everything will be fine,' Hermione said and smiled at him, brighter.
He remembered her words from the day before. They'll see you move on and you are happy now. Hermione had said and Harry even if he hadn't admitted it, he wanted to show to them he wasn't the pathetic freak they wanted him to be. So he moved the last steps firmer than before, and looked at Hermione again. She nodded this time and he reached for the doorbell and pushed it.
The couple stood there, waiting for some moments, a large form showed up behind the door's glass but Harry couldn't say if it was his cousin or his uncle anymore. The door opened and Dudley Dursley looked outside, gasped and waited. His cousin hadn't change a bit in the last year. He looked first at Harry and than at Hermione in shock. Harry looked at him for some moments and after Hermione's hard squeeze and a couple more uncomfortable moments he finally spoke.
'Uhmm, hi,' Harry said and Dudley looked around in the neighborhood, but Harry could see his cousin wasn't sure if he wanted to talk or let him enter the house.
'Hi, Harry,' Dudley finally said quietly.
'Dudley! Who is it?' Vernon shouted from inside and Dudley jumped on his feet. He looked at Harry and Hermione again.
'I just returned to see if you are OK, and to show to my fiancé the house I lived in.' Harry said as Vernon approached the door. He looked at the couple and narrowed his eyes at Harry. Dudley's eyes widened at the word "fiancé."
'We are fine and we are not the zoo, so you can bring people and show them my property!' Vernon spited. Harry didn't want to tell his opinion about how much of a zoo this house was so he just bit his tongue. To his surprise, and Vernon's shock, Dudley stepped aside.
Harry moved inside first; taking Hermione with him by the hand. She moved inside, the whole time her eyes were pinned on Vernon. Petunia showed up with a mug of tea in her hand; she let the mug fall from her hands when she set her eyes on Harry. Harry smiled at her as much as he could. She nodded, not giving attention on the smashed mug in front of her feet.
'I just came here to see if you are fine,' Harry said and Petunia nodded while Vernon snorted. Harry looked at him as Hermione let her eyes from Vernon and looked to Petunia.
'Who is the girl?' Petunia asked and Harry, answered even surprised.
'Her name is Hermione Ganger, she is my fiancée and she is like me, magical, a powerful witch.' Harry said his voice full of proud for the woman next to him.'
'Hello, Mrs. Dursley, I –' Hermione's voice trailed off as her eyes looked at the small cupboard down the stairs. She looked, shocked, at Harry and he nodded, his expression full of sadness and tiredness, as he looked at the cupboard too.
Hermione moved closer to it and opened the small door and looked inside like she didn't believe it. She shut the door with force, making the three Dursleys jump on their spots. She looked at them angrily, but her features softened as she looked at Harry again.
'Did the Order treat you nicely the months you were away?' Harry asked addressing to Dudley more than his parents. Dudley had been looking at Hermione, but turned and nodded to Harry.
'Yeah, they were very good with us,' he said and Vernon snorted again. Harry looked at him, irritated.
'What didn't please you?' Harry asked, his voice rising to every word. Hermione moved close to him again.
'I'll tell you what didn't please me; I had to be depended on them. The freaks you call community, I had to abandon my business, and I've been trying to recover it the last two months. I left my house and now I have you in my house again!' Vernon shouted, but before Harry could reply, Hermione made a step towards Vernon.
'You are right, Mr. Dursley, absolutely right. Harry should have left you and your family die as you deserved for treating him like you did for ten entire years!' Hermione replied loudly and made another step towards Vernon, touching her jean pocket, her wand was resting there. Vernon made a step back and looked at her pocket, scared. Harry had to admit he enjoyed the picture.
'Harry never did something bad to you! He beat his enemy and saved every-'
'You did it?' Petunia asked shocked, and everyone looked at her. She was looking at Harry. He nodded.
'I did, I killed him but he killed many people as well. I saw mom,' Harry said and she looked at him, her face puzzled. 'Through magic,' he added and her face didn't change like it used to when she was listening to words like "magic" and "wand."
'She is happy and she is fine,' Harry said and Petunia nodded her head and looked at the smashed mug on the floor. Harry returned his gaze on Hermione, she nodded and looked at Dudley and then at Vernon.
'We will go upstairs so Harry can show me where he lived after the cupboard and then we'll leave, understood?' She asked firmly and Vernon nodded his head. 'Good,' Hermione said and returned close to Harry, he took her hand and led her upstairs. Harry opened the door of his old bedroom, the Dursleys had already moved things inside, making it the bunker it was as he was living in the cupboard. Harry had always a Gryffindor flag above his bed and to his surprise the flag wasn't moved or even touched. Hermione looked at him, her eyes full of worry and pain for him.
'I told you this bedroom is not much better than the cupboard so don't look so sad.' He said softly, trying to make her laugh but she just forced a smile and hugged him; he enveloped her by her waist and back.
'I wish I could heal all these traumas for you,' she whispered in his hug. He moved his head and kissed her neck.
'You do, Hermione, like no other, you are healing me,' Harry whispered as well, his voice weak to be louder at the moment. He moved a bit and looked at her.
'I'm happy I'm here with you,' Harry said and Hermione smiled, truly this time. She let of his hug and moved closer to his bed, boxes and pieces of fabric moving aside without her touching them.
She reached for the flag of their school house and took it from the wall. Harry approached his old desk and looked at it, beneath boxes and other items there was a cornice, he too and looked at it: he, Hermione and Ron were waving and smiling. It had to be in fifth year before a Quidditch match, both Harry and Ron were in their uniforms, their broomsticks on their shoulders, smiling and waving and Hermione was in the middle, smiling. As he could see by the clean uniforms and smiles, the picture was before some match, because after every match that year, Ron was looking miserable, Harry was angry and Hermione wasn't smiling...
With an ache in his heart, Harry remembered Colin Creeve took this picture of them. At that time, Sirius hadn't died, nor Remus, Tonks, Collin, or other people. Hermione's hand on his shoulder pulled Harry out of his thoughts and memories. Hermione looked at the photo and smiled sadly.
'The trio,' she said quietly. Now Ron was alone in Hogwarts, both Harry and Hermione had seen him some days before when the students visited Hogsmeade for the first time of the term. The couple had met Ron in the Three Broomsticks, but that single day wasn't enough for them. All of them were busy with their studies so they hadn't time to exchange letters. Harry was sure things would be back to normal after Ron's return from school, but until then…
He looked around the room again. Nothing was banding him with that house; only shouts, commands, punishments and nightmares were filling his mind as memories of that room. He looked at Hermione, his future, that house was the death of his innocence before Voldemort and the woman in front of him, the girl had made love for the first time with, the woman who had his mother's ring on her finger was his love, his companion, his smile, his future, his life. It was her, Hermione.
'Come on, lets get out from here,' Harry said and Hermione nodded, he took the flag from her hand and along with the photo on his hand he started his way to the door, taking Hermione with him by her waist. They moved down the stairs, and only Petunia was on the hall. She was staring on the cupboard's door like something very important was on it but she jerked her head at the couple's direction as they moved the last steps of the stairs.
Harry looked at her. He remembered the time he saw his mother in the forest some months before, how two women; brought into life by the same parents could be so different. Petunia looked at Harry and then at Hermione.
'I hope you are happy together,' Petunia said and Hermione took Harry's hand, hers and his fingers becoming one. Petunia looked at their joined hands and then at Harry again. 'I think Lilly would be satisfied with your choice, her ring was your father's gift. I think it's in good hands again.' She added and before Harry could answer something in his surprise, she turned around and left for the kitchen. Leaving the couple there, alone. Hermione squeezed his hand and smiled at him.
'I think we really have nothing else to do here,' she said softly and Harry nodded, still surprised by his aunt's words.
He moved around and stepped closed to the door. Hermione followed. He opened the door and let Hermione pass first. He followed and as he was ready to close the door of that house, he glared at the cupboard he lived in for ten years. He smiled at the idea of not seeing that place again and closed the door with force.
The sound of the door shutting behind him, assuring him that this life was finally over.
