A/N Hello there, readers! Sorry I took so long to update, but I've been working on more than one fic. I've been stoked that people like the story so far, and I hope this chapter does it justice. I shall ask you for a favour later, but for now, on with the chapter!!

A loud CRACK! signaled Harry's reappearance. Harry swore under his breath, knowing that he could not make much noise. It was not safe to be heard around here, especially by… certain people. Harry ducked out from behind a stone wall, and looked down the all too familiar street. He shuddered as memories flooded into his mind, and as he reminded himself of what he was here for. No, come on, he reminded himself, you were dreading seeing Malfoy again and that didn't turn out too badly! Forcing himself to remain optimistic, Harry cleared his throat and took off down Privet Drive. Block after block of boring stone houses with perfectly manicured lawns surrounded him as he tread the familiar path towards number 4.

Harry knew he had reached the right house before even checking the letter-box number. Preparing himself for the yell of annoyance, Harry braced himself, and knocked.

The door was opened immediately, and Harry stood face-to-face with his pig-faced cousin.

"Harry?" said Dudley curiously, frowning slightly, "Is that you?" Harry laughed.

"Who else would visit you on a downright awful day like this?" he asked, and grinned at his cousin. Harry wondered briefly what had happened to himself. First he was civil to Malfoy, and now he was actually pleased to see his cousin! This was an odd day…

"Blimey, this is a surprise! Do you want to come in?" Harry nodded, and followed Dudley into his childhood 'home'. Number four, Privet Drive looked exactly the same as when Harry left it when he was almost 17, except everything looked slightly older, and there was less food around the place. It was evident that Dudley no longer lived here.

"So, Big D, what have you been up to?" Dudley shrugged.

"Not a lot. Got married, and moved to London." Harry raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, that's no big deal..." he said sarcastically, "have a few kids, and you'll fit in with a normal day! Who's the lady then?" Dudley turned away from Harry then, and Harry was amused to see that he was blushing.

"Woman called Betty Crocker," he muttered, and Harry had a hard time not laughing, "We wanted to invite you to the wedding, really we did, but Dad wouldn't let us. He said that you'd invite some of your lot as well." Harry nodded, and they stopped at the entrance to the kitchen.

"It's alright, no problem. Look, I was wondering if I could speak to you, as well as your parents. Are they around?" Dudley peered into the kitchen, and then nodded.

"Mum'll be cooking tea, I suppose, and Dad's bound to be watching television."

"So nothing much has changed then," said a grinning Harry, and they entered the kitchen.

"Hey mum, dad, look who's here!" Dudley called out as they entered, and Harry got a glimpse of Petunia's shocked face, before Harry was thrusted against the wall, his glasses askew.

"What do you think you're doing here, idiot boy!" roared Uncle Vernon, and Harry's face was showered with spit.

"Hello there, Uncle! Long time, no see, eh?" said Harry in a falsely cheerful voice, and Vernon unwillingly let him down, mumbling to himself.

"Hi, Aunt Petunia. See you're keeping busy," said Harry to his aunt, but Petunia made no reply; her face was frozen in surprise. Harry grinned yet again, and without invitation, sat down at the kitchen table.

"What exactly are you doing here, Harry? Noone in their right mind would come over for a catch-up on a day like today!" said Dudley, and he sat down opposite Harry. Harry noted that Dudley no longer took up two and a half seats; he must have found a diet that actually worked!

"You're right there, Dud. I have something to give the three of you." Vernon looked highly suspicious, but sat down all the same. He waved his wife over, and Petunia slowly made her way forward, and she sat in the seat furthest away from Harry. Vernon nodded sharply, and Harry took this as telling him, however rudely, to continue. Harry reached into his coat pocket, and pulled out two gold envelopes that were identical to the one he had given Malfoy. He handed one to Dudley, and one to Uncle Vernon. Vernon ripped his open first and read it through silently. When he was finished, he handed it to his wife, and frowned at Harry.

"Why the ruddy hell are we invited to your wedding?!" Harry frowned mockingly.

"Well, when one gets married it is customary to invite your relatives, and you three happen to be the only living blood relatives I've got! Besides, if you aren't there, Uncle Vernon, who will gave everyone a hard time for being magical and say 'I object!'?"

Dudley laughed, but Vernon still looked livid. Petunia, on the other hand, sat there frozen still.

"Well I'll be there, and I'll try and get mum and dad there as well," said Dudley, "congratulations, by the way." Harry thanked him, and they shook hands. Harry got to his feet to leave.

"Well, I should be off. Jolly good to see you all, and I hope to see you all at the festivities!" said Harry, and Dudley grinned. Uncle Vernon grunted, but Aunt Petunia got to her feet.

"Wait," she said, speaking for the first time since Harry's arrival, "I have something for you." She quickly rushed out of the room, and before Harry could look at Dudley in surprise, she was back, a wooded box in her arms. She handed it to Harry, who opened it cautiously. Inside, to Harry's amazement, were two wands, both covered in dust. Two golden rings lay beside them.

Harry gasped. These had to be…

"Your parents'. For some reason, they were not destroyed in the explosion, and neither were their wedding rings. They were given to me when they died, soon after you arrived, because I was the last of Lily's relatives left. I thought I ought to pass them on to you, because, well…" the rest of Petunia's speech was lost as Harry hugged her. She hastily patted him on the back, and he stepped away from her.

"Cheers, Aunt Petunia, this means loads." She muttered "you're welcome" under her breath, and Harry waved to her as he left the kitchen. Dudley followed him, and caught up with Harry as he was about to leave."

"Well, bye then Harry," said Dudley, as Harry shivered in the biting wind.

"Yeah, see you around, Big D." Harry smiled weakly as he left Privet Drive and found his enclosed spot behind the stone wall. Feeling a little confused about the recent turn of events, Harry turned on his heel and disapparated.

A/N Well there's chapter two, sorry if it's a bit long. I was surprised at myself; most of my fics are really short. I can't work out who Harry should visit next, I'm thinking maybe Cho, but if you have any ideas I'd love to hear them. I love reviews, so please keep 'em coming!

Cheers, hippolina xoxo