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When Harry saw who was at his front door, several things happened. Ginny stormed off into the kitchen. Obviously she knew who they were. Then, a wave of disbelief, and then a wave of naususia, followed by a wave of confusion, washed over him. Of all people who would try and visit him the Dursley's weren't even on that list. Even Marge was there. Draco had brought them here and even he was uncomfortable. Harry talked to Draco and when he had to leave, he was left with the worst thing he could possibly imagine. The Dursleys.
"Hi I'm Lindsay, Lindsay Dursley. Are you Harry?" a petite brown haired woman had asked. All Harry could do was nod.
"Aren't you going to let us in boy?" Vernon asked. Harry swallowed a lump in his throat as he remembered the horrible day at number 4 Pivet drive.
"I guess." Harry said after a while. He heard his own annoyance, confusion, and disbelief in his voice. He turned to walk into his kitchen, he heard everyone else follow.
In the kitchen Ginny was staring out the window above the sink. James Albus and Lily were sitting at the table. Harry walked over to Ginny and wrapped his arm around her waist.
"I didn't know." Harry whispered to her.
"I know."
The first thing Lindsay saw as she followed Harry into his kitchen was three children. There were two boys both with messy black hair and glasses like Harry. They could have been twins, except the boy who was James had hazel eyes and was taller than the boy with bright green eyes—like Harry's – whom she assumed to be his brother. There was girl too. She was obvious younger than her brothers. Her red hair was cut to her shoulders and she too had bright green eyes. Lindsay looked around the kitchen and saw Harry and the red-headed woman, who must have been his wife, where caught in an embrace. The little girl turned around and caught sight of the Dursleys. She studied them for a moment, and then turned to her parents.
"Hey, mum dad, who are they?"
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