Chapter 2

Harry stepped from foot to foot as he stood by the large brown door, he thought to himself about all the years he had spent here, and spending another day here was not something he relished. And suddenly wished he wasn't doing this.

Ginny saw the pain in her husband's, normally so fearless, eyes. She put her hand on his shoulder and said "Harry, look at me, it'll be fine, they've changed and you still get on with Dudley."

"I know," said Harry to Ginny. "It's just being here brings back so many memories. Well we can't stand on the doorstep forever, I suppose we had better stop dawdling and get on with it."

Ginny stretched out her hand and rang the doorbell, taking a deep breath as she waited for someone to answer the door, straightening her clothes out.

Then Harry and Ginny heard the sound of a latch and then the door opened wide, Petunia gave Harry a small smile. As much as Harry wanted to respond with a smile he found that he could not, but he just couldn't.

Ginny glanced at her husband and decided to smile for both of them.

"Hello, I'm Ginevra." She said to Petunia, stretching out her hand.

Petunia took it and said, "Petunia Dursley, although I'm sure you already know this."

Harry studied Petunia as Ginny and her were talking, and realised she looked a lot different, there was less stiffness to her posture and her smile seemed to reach her eyes.

Unlike Petunia the house was like a time capsule, even the picture on the wall was in exactly the same place, Harry doubted it had moved even a millimetre along the wall.

"Well don't just stand there on the doorstep, come in." Petunia added with a wave of her hand.

Ginny ploughed straight in, walking with Petunia, taking everything in her stride. Harry on the other hand stepped hesitantly over the threshold and walked slowly into the hallway.

He looked ahead of him and saw Ginny turning into the living room, Harry followed her.

As Harry walked in, he gasped, the little girl standing in front of him was the spitting image of his mother. From her red hair to the tip of her toes, only her piercing blue eyes were different.

Harry had not been prepared for this, he had presumed that she would look like a smaller Dudley, and had not even given a thought to the fact that she could look like his mother at all.

It was not strange though he though to himself, after all she was his cousin, and Petunia and Lily had had the same parents.

"Happy Birthday" Ginny said in a bright voice, elbowing her husband.

"Yeah, H-H-Happy Birthday" Said Harry, rubbing at his arm where Ginny had elbowed him.

"Thanks," said Amy awkwardly.



Well, she thought, they seemed nice, certainly nicer than her other relatives.

"Could we have a moment with Amy on our own please?" Harry asked Petunia.

Petunia hesitated for a moment and then nodded, walking from the room, closing the door softly. Amy watched her as she went, she was not particularly close to her mother, but was quite uncomfortable at being left in a room on her own with two strangers and wished that her mother hadn't left.

Just then the woman with the bright red hair started talking and Amy couldn't believe what she was hearing.

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