Chapter Two

A/N: I only own Riley, Jasmine, and Suzanne. I do not own any of the characters from the actual books/movies.

The day of the get together had finally arrived. Dudley had already dropped Jasmine off at his parents' place, hoping that his elder daughter would be on her best behavior.

"You ready Dudley?" Suzanne asked. She was wearing a teal dress, which went nicely with the silver chain Dudley had given her for their one-year anniversary.

"Yes love," Dudley straightened his tie and grabbed the bottle of Port he was going to give to Harry. It wouldn't do to show up empty handed—even if his cousin would probably scan it for poison before opening it.

"Now Riley, the hat stays on your head," Suzanne was scolding their daughter. Riley, only a few weeks old, was progressing faster than most babies her age. Maybe it was her magic helping her along? He'd have to ask Harry. The ride was smooth but a feeling of dread gathered in Dudley's gut when he realized that he didn't know how to get to Harry's wife's family's place.

"Why don't you phone Harry?" Suzanne suggested when Dudley admitted this.

"I don't have his number," Dudley admitted sheepishly. "I know where he lives though. He sends Christmas cards. I could drive there and follow them to the event."

Suzanne smiled and Dudley drove to Number 26, Godric's Hollow. Getting out of the car, Dudley knocked on the front door only to find a stunning redhead on the other end instead of his raven haired cousin.

"Uh…sorry, I must have the wrong—"

"Dud!" Harry called from the other room and walked to the door. "Come in. Ginny, this is Dudley. I've told you about him."

"Only good things I hope," Dudley tried to smile but the glare he was getting from Ginny was very off putting. "Harry, I'd like you to meet my wife Suzanne and our daughter Riley."

Harry shook Suzanne's hand and his face almost lit up upon seeing Riley. But there was another look too. Almost a look of sympathy. Dudley couldn't stand it. Did Harry really think he'd mistreat his own daughter?

"WAHHHH!"

"Oh James!" Ginny exclaimed in exasperation. "He just went down five minutes ago."

"He slept through the night Gin," Harry called after her retreating form. "He won't take naps."

"James?" Suzanne asked, trying to make conversation.

"Our son and first child," Harry said with a smile. "James Sirius Potter, named after his grandfather on my side and my godfather."

Dudley racked his brains for any mention of a godfather from when they were teens. There was only one mention he could recall.

"The one who died? The one that old bloke mentioned that night when you were sixteen?" Dudley asked and didn't flinch from his wife's glare. Honestly, it was only a question.

"Yeah," Harry nodded, a bit subdued and Dudley realized that it wasn't the most tactful way of asking. Luckily, Ginny broke the tension by bringing out James. He was dressed in a blue jumper and grey pants.

"Gin, it's summer," Harry said. "Isn't the jumper a little unnecessary?"

"Mum made it," Ginny said with a smile. "You know she loves it when her grandchildren wear them."

"It looks lovely," Suzanne told her. "Your mum seems like a very talented woman. I'd love to know how to knit. Sadly I don't have the time."

"What do you do?" Harry asked.

"I'm a trial attorney," Suzanne said. "We've got a big case tomorrow too so I may have to dash off."

"You'll get along right well with Hermione," Harry said with a fond smile. "She works for the Ministry. Comes home late every time there's a case. Drives Ron mad."

"It's how Ron learned to cook," Ginny told the two muggles. "Hermione was late getting home from a case so Ron took a cookbook down and followed the instructions. Hermione was so amazed that he didn't burn the flat down."

"Speaking of late," Harry said, looking at his watch, "we should go. Portkey or Apperation?"

"Excuse me?" Suzanne asked, a little concerned by the sudden lack of communication.

"It'd be better to take the Floo, you know infants don't react well to Apperation or portkeys," Ginny said, repositioning James so she was holding him in a more comfortable manner.

"What are you—?"

But Harry didn't answer Suzanne's question. Instead, he lit a fire and took James from Ginny.

"You'll be alright with Dudley and Suzanne?" he asked, positioning James in a way that he'd be safe.

"Go! You know Mum hates it when we're late," Ginny said with a shake of her head. Both Dudley and Suzanne jumped when the flames roared and turned green. When they subsided, Harry and James were nowhere to be found.

"What just happened?" Suzanne asked in trepidation.

"It's the only way to get to my parents' place with infants," Ginny explained. "Come on. Dudley, is it?"

Dudley nodded and took the offered hand—stepping into the fireplace. Surprisingly, the flames didn't burn him. He did run the risk of throwing up at the spinning that had occurred. Before he knew it, the spinning stopped and he was standing in a completely different room.

"What the hell just happened?" he asked Ginny. Ginny didn't answer, but directed him out of the fireplace. Good thing too, as the flames reared up and when they died down, Suzanne and Harry were standing in the middle of the fireplace.

"I'm dreaming," Suzanne muttered as she held Riley close to her. "Dudley, did I fall asleep in court again?"

"If you did, I'm having the same dream," Dudley told her and then turned to Harry. "Look, what did you just do?"

"Flooing," Harry said simply. "Why?"

Dudley pulled Harry to the side of the room. "Suzanne doesn't know about magic," he growled in a low voice. "I've been trying to keep her from freaking out about it."

"Oh," Harry said with a frown. "Then why didn't you bloody tell me! I could be arrested right now for doing magic in the presence of a muggle!"

"How was I to tell you? Oh Harry, hey I know this is odd but my wife doesn't know about magic even though you told me that my newborn is a witch. Is it okay if we drive to your in-laws?"

Harry ran a hand through his already messy hair and then walked off to talk to Ginny. After a few minutes, Suzanne and Dudley were ushered into a rather orange room.

"Okay," Harry said with a sigh. "Suzanne, how much do you know about magic?"

"Magic?" Suzanne scoffed. "No such thing."

"Love, how are the pictures moving then?" Dudley asked, hesitantly waiting to hear his wife's reaction.

"Battery operated."

Harry sighed. "There's a world completely different than yours, Suzanne. A world of magic. Normally, we're not supposed to be telling you this, but as a certain young girl with the last name Dursley was admitted into Hogwarts a few weeks ago—"

"Riley?" Suzanne gasped. "No. We'd notice anything odd."

"Magic starts to show when the child is four or five," Ginny told the woman with a smile. "For me, it was six. For Ron, he was eight. Hermione told me she was three when she first showed signs."

"But the child is admitted into Hogwarts at birth," Harry continued on with the explanation. "It's a very good school. Both I and Ginny attended, along with my in-laws."

"I need to sit down," Suzanne held up her hands. It looked as if she was coming around to the idea, but was still hesitant of the thought. "Is Jasmine-?"

"No," Harry shook his head. "Fair warning, this may cause jealousy."

"We can handle that," Dudley told his cousin. "Jasmine and Riley have been having screaming matches every night since we brought Riley home from the hospital."

"Oh," Harry winced in sympathy but then regained his composure. "So, are you all ready to meet the Weasleys?"

"No," Suzanne said. "Honestly, I still don't believe magic exists but I will meet your family. If only to be a good guest. You invited us, and I don't plan on hiding out in a overtly orange bedroom."

"If she wasn't a muggle, your wife would defiantly be a Gryffindor," Harry muttered to Dudley.