Author's Note: Thank you so much for all the support this story has received. Sorry I couldn't update sooner, but I recently started a new job, and haven't had as much time to write.

To Strawberrybreeze (one of my reviewer's): I'm so glad you're enjoying this story! Thank you so much for pointing out to me that "Privet Drive" had been spelled "Private Drive" in earlier chapters of this story. I did know that the name of the Dursley's street was Privet Drive, but my computer was automatically correcting "Privet" to "Private" and I didn't realize it. I was able to go back and correct this mistake thanks to your comment.

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Harry Potter, but I don't.

"Your wedding?!" Petunia asked, shocked.

"You two are engaged?!" Dudley happily questioned.

"Yes," Harry told them. "I proposed 8 months ago. We're planning on having the wedding at the end of August."

"So soon? The end of August is less than 2 months away!" Petunia informed them.

"We know that," Ginny said stiffly, looking less than thrilled at Harry's impromptu wedding invite. "We're not planning anything extravagant. We're just going to put up a tent in the backyard of my parent's house."

"I'm sure it will be great, and we'd love to attend, only… Harry, do you really want us there? Don't feel like you have to invite us because of some kind of family obligation. We wouldn't want to do anything to spoil your wedding day for you," Dudley explained.

"It wouldn't ruin my wedding day," Harry assured him. "As much as I consider Ginny's family to be my family, it would still be nice to have some blood relatives there. I understand it may be uncomfortable for you to attend, so don't feel like you have to come just because I invited you."

Dudley was just about to tell Harry, "As long as you really want us to, of course we'll be there!" But Petunia spoke before him.

"Well, we'll have to see if we can come," she said. "What is the actual date of the wedding?"

"August 21st."

"I'm not sure what we may have going on that day. I'll have to go home and check the appointment book. Can I just have Dudley send you another letter when we know whether or not we can attend?" Petunia asked.

"Sure," Harry replied. "I hate to be rude, but Ginny and I have to go now. We agreed to babysit my godson at 7:30."

"You have a godson?" Dudley inquired.

"Yeah, his name is Teddy," Ginny answered for Harry. "And we're going to be late to watch him if we don't leave now," she continued, this time speaking more to Harry.

The four of them said their goodbyes, and Harry and Ginny walked out of the pub.

"What in the name of Merlin, Harry?" Ginny asked as they made their way down the road.

"What?"

"Why would you invite your relatives to our wedding? These people were nothing but abusive to you! This is the first time you've spoken to your aunt in over 3 years, and you've only written to your cousin a handful of times since the war ended! Our wedding is supposed to be a nice, happy day."

"And it will be. I meant what I said in there though, I really do want to have a better relationship with Petunia and Dudley. I just thought our wedding would help with that. But it doesn't matter anyway, I don't think aunt Petunia is really going to go home and check her appointment book. I think she just needed an excuse not to come," Harry explained.

Ginny gave him a sympathetic look as the two of them walked into a darkened alleyway. Once they were sure no muggles could see them, they apparated away.

Back at #4 Privet Drive, Dudley was growing more and more frustrated with his mother.

"What do you mean we're not going to the wedding?!" He demanded. "We need to be there for Harry. We're his only living family."

"Oh, Diddy," Petunia replied. "Don't you see, Harry doesn't actually need us there. He invited us to be polite. It was a formality. He doesn't actually expect us, nor want us, to attend."

"You're wrong, mum. I truly believe it was a genuine invitation. Harry wants to make things better between us, and I want that too. If you don't want to go it's fine, I'll tell Harry you already have plans for August 21st, but I'm going to that wedding."

"No, you're not, Dudley! Neither of us are going! It's just not safe!" Petunia exclaimed.

"What do you mean 'it's not safe?'" Dudley asked.

"Harry is a wizard! He's marrying a witch! All of their friends are magical!"

"And….?"

"Don't you see, Dudley? It's going to be a magic wedding! And magic is dangerous!"

Dudley sighed in exasperation and sunk down into a chair. He shook his head for a moment and then looked up at his mother.

"I can't believe you're still hanging onto this absurd idea that all magic is dangerous. Yes, I know there was just a war in Harry's world, and that we got caught up in the middle of it, but that's in the past now. The good guys won that war, and Harry was one of the good guys… Maybe even the best guy. Nothing bad is going to happen to us if we go to that wedding, and you know it. You're just not brave enough to face the fact that your fear of magic was just an excuse for you and dad to abuse Harry throughout his entire childhood," he asserted.

At this, Petunia burst into tears.

"You're right. You're right," she said to Dudley. "I'm a horrible person. I ruined my nephew's life."

Dudley softened at the sight of his mother in tears.

"You didn't ruin his life, mum," he assured her. "Harry did have a really horrible childhood, and there's nothing we can do about that now. But guess what? Harry's not a child anymore. He's an adult now, and he's trying to start a new life for himself. A new, happy life with his wife. We need to go to his wedding not just to support his marriage, but to support his future happiness. We have to do this one thing for Harry. We have to let him know that we don't want him to suffer any more."

Petunia managed to nod through her tears. She sat beside Dudley, who at this point was sobbing too, and put her hand on his shoulder.

"You're right," she said. "Write to Harry and tell him that we'll both come to his wedding."