AN: I know that this chapter is short, but I wanted it to be. I promise that they will get longer! I promise that they will. So enjoy!!!!

Chapter Six:

Harry clinched the paper in his hand with a smile on his face.

He had a godfather. And that was all that mattered. He had another link to his parents. Yet as the Hogwarts Express made it was back to London after the spring term, he couldn't wonder who he and Dudley would be staying with over the summer.

It was far too dangerous to have Sirius come back and watch them. Lupin was out of the question because he was a werewolf (even thought Harry wouldn't mind). Hopefully it wouldn't be Aunt Marge.

Perhaps the Weasleys? Maybe the Grangers?

"Where's Dudley?" Ron asked, bringing Harry out of his train of thought. His new owl Pigwidgeon hooted excitedly for no reason at all.

"Probably pigging out on whatever he bought from the food trolley," Harry said with a smile. if there had been one thing that had shocked him more then anything this past year, including having a godfather who was considered a murderer, it was the change in Dudley.

When Dudley had first arrived at Hogwarts, he was scared and unsure of himself. But after several confrontations with Malfoy and finding friends of his own – he had become good friends with Neville Longbottom of all people – Dudley had seemed to come into his own. And Harry had to admit that having Dudley around was intimidating to some people into leaving him alone, like Malfoy. Besides, Dudley was actually good at magic, which shocked Harry and he was smarter then Crabbe and Goyle put together.

But the odd thing was after Harry explained why he was the boy that lived to Dudley, they seemed to grow closer as cousins. And Dudley actually gone several months without torturing him or anyone else who wasn't in Slytherin house.

It had been a good year after all. Probably the best that Harry had at Hogwarts so far.

And hopefully they would only get better. Especially with the Quidditch World Cup coming up that summer. Harry couldn't wait!

"So who are we going to stay with?" Dudley whispered to Harry as they passed through the barrier from Platform 9 and ¾.

"I'm not sure Dudley," Harry said as they followed behind the Weasleys and Hermione towards where Hermione's parents and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley stood.

Mrs. Weasley quickly hugged Harry tightly. Then much to Harry's surprise, she went on to hug Dudley as well.

"Now boys, Mr. Weasley and I have both discussed you both coming to the Quidditch World Cup with your cousin and she said that it is fine with her."

"Our cousin?" Harry and Dudley asked at the same time, looking at bit confused at each other.

"Yes," Mrs. Weasley said leading them to an older woman, who looked to be about Mrs. Weasley's age. She had dark hair, like James and Harry both had.

"This is your great-cousin Isra Peverell," Mrs. Weasley said. "She attended Hogwarts with Mr. Weasley and I. She is your father's cousin, Harry."

Immediately Harry recognized the woman. he had seen her several times in some of the pictures that Hagrid had given him. but he wondered why he hadn't been given to her when his parents had died.

Mrs. Weasley hugged the boys one last time, before leaving them alone with Isra.

"Come on boys," she said. "we better get home."

She smiled softly at them both. And it was in that smile that Harry knew everything would was going to be alright this summer. And just perhaps he would be able to learn more about his parents. But why hadn't Dumbledore ever told him about her?