Hey peoples! Don't expect many updates for a while, because I'm going off to the beach on June 2. (Saturday. Today's Tuesday.) I'll be back within 9 days, though! Then I'll probably update more, and I'll get as much in until Saturday.

Ok, so this is fluffy parenting ^^ Harry deserves it. 3

PhoenixGrifyndor: Yes i HOpe you enjoy. I really liked writing it.

alex remus black: YES another fan. . glad you liked them ^^ enjoy!

anthony37: Bella already got him out of it. But you know, i'm sorry if it was confusing.

Rainbow2007: yay you're back! NOw, I have to ask you, can you tell me more than you love it? I'm glad you do, really, but what do you love about it? What should I change? A longer explanation would be nice! 3

Abbi: That's a great idea, and I promise I'll do it! (feels guilty; forgot all about Neville)... -.-'

Snorbie: glad you like it!

Silo666: Is this soon enough?

Enjoy!

XOXO,

SIlence Shouting

Silence Whispering

Silence ETernal

The next morning, for the first time in 15 years, Harry didn't wake up to the sound of Aunt Petunia banging on his door, screaming for him to get up and make breakfast already. Rather, he woke up to the savory smell of… sausages?

Harry stumbled downstairs blearily, and in the kitchen found that most of the family was as they were every day. Uncle Vernon was reading the newspaper, and Aunt Petunia sipped nervously from a cup of coffee. Dudley so far seemed to be asleep. Then Harry turned away from the breakfast nook, to the actual kitchens. Ah. That's right. Mum's here. It was Bella who was cooking sausages, and dishing them out on plates that already had a healthy serving of eggs. She turned suddenly, noticing Harry. "Morning, sweetheart. Breakfast's almost ready, so could you wake up Dudley for me?" Harry nodded, heading back upstairs. "DUDLEY, TIME TO WAKE UP!" He bellowed when he'd made it halfway, too lazy to keep going.

Breakfast was a strange affair, to be honest. Mr. and Mrs. Dursley didn't say much, and Dudley just kept eating, glancing up at Bellatrix every once in a while. However, Bella didn't seem to have a problem with this, as she and Harry kept an avid conversation throughout the entire time, filling the room with pleasant chatter.

After breakfast, as the two were washing the dishes, Bella said, "Oh, Harry, I was hoping you don't have anything planned, because I want to go out and buy you some Muggle clothes. My son doesn't need to wear the over-sized hand-me-downs of some kid." "Now wait just a minute!" Vernon Dursley yelled, finally cracking. "You come into my home, threaten my family, use my food, and now you're just throwing away my son's old clothes! Some mum you are, don't you see how hand-me-downs save money! I suppose you'll be wanting money too, to pay for the new clothes!" He ranted.

Bella walked up to the man quietly, and he just stared her down. Then, smack! Vernon looked at Bella in shock, even as a red hand mark was already appearing on his face. "I wouldn't be here, Dursley, if you hadn't treated my son well enough. Unfortunately that did not happen. Don't you see? I would have gone into a hotel, but I can't leave Harry alone with the likes of you! Please! What kind of mum would I be? As for the money, do you really think that a Death Eater who didn't like the Dark Lord would be as negligent as to forget to have Muggle money on her at all times? Honestly, your stupidity astounds me! I have plenty of money to buy Harry clothes, and more. So don't get in my way. Do you understand." Bella said. It wasn't a question, really.

….

Bella and Harry were in London, and Bella seemed actually very excited. She was wearing Muggle clothes—a yellow shirt and blue jeans—and fit in quite nicely. Still, you could tell she really didn't belong, especially when the two walked into the stores. She took one look at the place and her eyes lit up. "My, look at this place! Isn't it exciting? What's that?" She asked, pointing at a cash register. "Oh, that's just a cash register." Harry stated. Bella looked at him questioningly, and so he continued. "The cashiers use it to keep up with how much money the store makes. They also give you change depending on how much money you go over the price of the stuff when you pay." Harry said. "Oh, the things Muggles use instead of magic!" Bella giggled.

Later, Harry and his mum had amassed a large amount of clothes for Harry, all of which fit perfectly. After Bella paid for them, Harry smiled very big. "Thanks, mum!" He grinned. Bella froze. Then, in a quiet voice, she asked, "Harry, have you ever had any Muggle clothes of your own?" "No. Aunt and Un—Mr. and Mrs. Dursley don't like buying me stuff, especially clothes." He grinned.

The two went to lunch, and then explored the rest of London (where Bella was awed by even the most ridiculous examples of technology) for the rest of the day. They didn't get back to the house until late, yet still, Harry must have enjoyed that day more than any before, perhaps even greater than the times in Hogwarts. It was the first time that Harry truly felt like he was a part of a family.

The next few days passed in the same fashion, and Harry and Bella were soon thick as thieves. Harry found that his mum would hug him randomly, out of the blue, and Bella loved to get to know Harry. The two were always found together, a mum and a son, reunited after so many years.

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley didn't cause much trouble after that. In fact, Harry hardly saw them at all. This, of course, was no problem for Harry.

All too soon, it seemed as though the fun was coming to an end. Harry and Bella were the only people in the house, as the Dursleys had gone on a trip. They were hanging out in Harry's room, just chatting. (They were talking about favorites—favorite books, movies, foods…) Suddenly the doorknob started jiggling, and Bella made herself invisible as the door flew open to reveal an assortment of wizards and witches.

-Ha ha, cliffhanger!-