The first ray of morning light landed on Harry's face. He screwed his eyes tighter in hopes that he could stay a sleep. He tossed turned in his old creaky bed as a last effort to keep dreaming. But there's no use. He was wide-awake and there was no way he was going back to sleep. He turned to lie down face up in his bed as he yawned and stretched his arms. He sat up and looked around his room. He had the strangest dream. Aunt Petunia had apologized to him. It was crazy. But it seemed so real to him. Harry shook his head and made his was down the stairs and made his way down to the kitchen. He saw Aunt Petunia cooking breakfast and Dudley was sitting down anxiously waiting to be fed.

"Good morning." Harry said flatly.

"Good morning." Petunia answered.

Harry sat down next to Dudley. Uncle Vernon then came marching into the kitchen, seemingly in a fowl mood.

"Good morning sweetheart, good morning Dudley… Potter." Uncle Vernon greeted shooting a glare in Harry's direction.

"I just had the most terrible night! I dreamt that Potter's useless deadbeat father beat me up!"

"VERNON!" Petunia cried out indignantly earning a shocked look from both Vernon and Dudley but not from Harry.

"What? What did I say?" Vernon asked.

"I'd like for you to show some respect for James Potter, he is Harry's father and my brother-in-law and he deserves to be spoken of decently." Petunia answered.

Now Harry felt shocked. His face mirrored both his uncle and his cousin's expression.

"But… Petunia… he…" Vernon argued clearly baffled.

"I want none of it Vernon. From now on you respect Harry and his family. If you have nothing good to say to him, better not say anything at all!"

It wasn't a dream. Everything that happened with Aunt Petunia really did happen. Harry was so happy that her apology wasn't just something he imagined, but something that happened in reality. Uncle Vernon was spouting incoherencies in pure indignation. Aunt Petunia served up a big plate of food and walked over to the table. Vernon grunted as he reached up to take the plate off of his wife's hands but Petunia quickly retracted it from his reach earning a questioning look for her action.

"This isn't for you Vernon, I'll have your breakfast soon."

Assuming the food was for Dudley, Vernon relaxed. But when she placed the plate in front of Harry, Vernon turned bright red.

"Eat up Harry!" Petunia said as she lovingly ruffled Harry's messy black hair.

Harry looked down at his plate. There was bacon, eggs, buttered toast, and pancakes. Harry looked up to Petunia.

"Thank you Aunt Petunia!" Harry said.

"You're very welcome Harry; and Ickle Diddykins, I'll serve up your breakfast in a moment."

Vernon had enough with this travesty! As Petunia walked to the kitchen, Vernon stood up and reached over to Harry as he was beginning to dig in to his food. He grabbed Harry by neck and lifted Harry up. Petunia turned around and screamed, dropping and breaking one of her family's china plates, as she saw her husband lifting up her nephew up and shaking him violently. Dudley quickly stood up and tried to pry his father away from Harry.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY WIFE POTTER? I DEMAND YOU UNDO WHATEVER YOU DID TO HER YOU SPINELESS FREAK!"

"VERNON!" Petunia said, helping Dudley break them apart.

Dudley pulled his father away while Petunia pulled Harry away. Dudley saw Harry's face turn pale and he used all of his strength finally managed to pull Vernon away from Harry. After managing to pull them apart Dudley stood in between Harry and Vernon. Harry was slightly hunched over, gasping desperately for air as he gently clutched his neck. Petunia rubbed circles on Harry's back and she hunched over to get a look on his face and make sure he was not seriously hurt.

"Harry! Sweetie, are you ok? Are you hurt?"

"I'm… I'm all right Aunt Petunia… I'm ok." Harry said coughing and gasping.

Vernon tried to charge back at Harry but Dudley didn't let him get near him.

"Get out of the way son! I'll teach that creature a lesson for putting some spell on your mother!" Vernon roared still as red as a beet.

"I can't let you do that dad."

"Out of the way Dudley!"

Dudley shoved his father lightly and brought up his fists to his face and took a boxer stand.

"You're not going near my cousin dad, don't make me hurt you."

Vernon was horrified that his own son had threatened to hurt him, in favor of protecting Harry.

"VERNON! HOW COULD YOU? YOU COULD'VE KILLED HIM!" Petunia angrily cried out.

"He did some of his weird magic thing on you Petunia, don't you see it?" He cried out.

"He did no such thing Vernon!"

Harry stood up straight after finally catching his breath. He looked straight at Vernon. Harry narrowed his eyes angrily at him. Vernon went to charge him again but Dudley stepped in front of him again with his fists still raised. Harry grabbed his wand, ready to draw it if Vernon actually hurt Dudley or stepped closer.

"But he must've! There is no way that you would actually ever consider treating him, like– "

"Like a decent human being? Harry is not a freak; he is a human being. And he deserves to be treated as such.

"But… he's a freak!"

"He is not a freak Vernon. He's different from us but that didn't gave us any right to treat him like we did, and it certainly doesn't give us the right to treat him badly now. Harry is our nephew and we should show him our upmost respect, especially since he's here to protect us from those horrendous men who are after us even with a pregnant wife and son at home. So from now on you better treat Harry nicely, and God help you if you don't Vernon!"

Vernon held his breath in anger until finally sighing in defeat. Dudley lowered his fists and stood down.

"Fine…"

"Now apologize to Harry for choking him." Petunia said sternly.

Vernon growled.

"I'm sorry… Potter…"

"He has a name." Petunia chimed in sternly.

"… I'm sorry… Harry… for chocking you." Vernon grumbled.

"Apology accepted Uncle Vernon." Harry said.

Vernon threw his arms in the air and grunted. They all sat at the table and finally had their breakfast. Dudley congratulated Harry once again for the new baby.

"Harry, I think you should move into the bedroom next to Dudley's. I think it would be much more comfortable than the attic."

"But, what about Dudley's boxing gear?" Harry questioned.

"Oh, we can move that into the attic. Dudley can train in the attic instead." Petunia added waving her hand.

"Are you sure about this Aunt Petunia, would it really be ok?" Harry asked humbly.

"It's fine by my accounts. Would it be ok with you Dudders to let Harry sleep in the other room and you could train in the attic instead?"

"Of course. I don't mind training in the attic." Dudley said shrugging his shoulders.

The three of them then turned to Vernon in silence. Vernon looked up from his plate of food.

"What do you think Vernon?" Petunia asked.

"Fine do what ever you want." Vernon grumbled as he continued to eat.

"Then it's decided! Dudley will move his boxing equipment up to the attic and Harry will move in to the other bedroom. You boys can work on that later after breakfast."