A/N: Thanks to: blue luver5000, lifestruckmagic, and xxwinterbeautyxx. You guys are awesome! And I'm glad you're enjoying it so far!

Update: 9/21/14

August 2008.

As the weeks passed Dudley struggled with his response to Georges letter. He tried to reply, but everytime he sat down and started to write, his mind would completely blank out. As the time passed though, he started to get this feeling in his gut. And it was telling him to man up, and do it already. So middle of August, he sat down with a pen and paper, and wrote.

'George.

First. Let me apologize. It took me so long to figure out what to say to you. So, I figure I can start with: I do remember you! And the flying car... the main thing I remember though, was my father complaining for weeks about it. How 'you' people shouldn't be allowed automobiles. His views, not mine.

You mentioned knowing Michelle back when she was in school. Would you be willing to tell me about what you know from her time there? I know the basics. Who her friends were, her favorite professors, that sort of thing. But anything you could tell me, I'd appreciate. I know who she was as an adult. But not as a child, or a teenager. I never really got the chance to find out. I haven't spoken with her brother since she passed away, and the people she hung out with while in school have kind of stopped visiting since then. But I'd like to know anything really. That way as our daughter, Rayelle, grows up, I can tell her things about her mom. If you're not comfortable though, that's fine!

- Dudley.'

As soon as the letter was finished, he tied it to Olives leg, and sent her on her way. Walking back into the living room, he found his daughter playing with her building blocks. She was making a tower, which was already at least twice the height as her. Furrowing his brow, he watched her pick up a blue block. He watched her narrow her eyes, and purse her lips, and make the block levitate to the top of the tower. With a shake of his head, he fully stepped into the room. 'Wow. Look at how tall that is!'

Grinning, the little girl spun around. She clapped her pudgy hands together, and pointed at the tower, 'Look daddy! I make it tall!'

'I see it!' Sitting on the floor next to her, he grinned, 'It's wonderful, dear.' Watching her play, he tried to think back to when he was a toddler. Trying to remember if Harry had done anything this magical at two. With a frown, he though of what he knew of Harry and his parents. And how,, even though he was barely one, he had witnessed his mother being murdered. That surely must have put a barrier in his way until he got older.

Grabbing the remote off the couch, he turned on the television, and flipped to a local news channel. The reporter, a pretty blonde with a strange name, was just begining to give a warning on an escaped prisoner that had broken out of prison. The prisoner, Theodore Nott, had apparently been spotted in a nearby county. And had somehow gotten his hands on a gun. Shaking his head, Dudley turned the television off, and realized that he and his daughter lived in a dangerous world.

Leaning against the couch, Dudley watched and encouraged his daughter until she ran out of blocks. The tower, which stood in a perfectly straight line, was about a foot from the ceiling. 'Now what?' Dudley asked. He watched on as Rayelle blinked, and began to clap her hands. Looking back to the tower, he saw that she had changed the entire block tower to purple. She kicked at the bottom block, causing the tower to come crashing down around them.

'Fun daddy. Wanna pay?' Bouncing on her feet, his little girl smiled up at him. Nodding his head in agreement, Dudley moved closer to her:

'Are we going to make another tower?'

Shaking her head, Rayelle smiled. 'House.'

For the next two hours Dudley sat in the living room with his little girl. Watching her dimples flash when she laughed, and the way her eyebrows would straighten when she would concentrate. Just like her mother.

Meanwhile, in Hogsmead.

Harry was running late. He was supposed to be meeting his two best friends at the Hogshead for lunch, but got caught up with a loose end of his current case. Theodore Nott. He and Nott had attended Hogwarts together; they were in the same year. But different houses. Harry had been in Gryffindor, while Nott had been in Slytherin. Lions and snakes don't play well together though, so they were not exactly friends.

Walking into the dusty bar, Harry stood in the doorway. Letting the sun come in from behind him, he stood there long enough for his eyes to adjust. When they did, he realized that though he was late, his friends were even later. Crossing to a bunch of tables that were gathered in the back corner, Harry chose the one that had the least amount of sticky substances on the top. No sooner had he sat down when the door opened again. This time a red head entered the bar though. He was tall, narrowly built, and had a face full of freckles.

'Harry.' Crossing to his friend, the red head grinned, ''Ello mate.' Pulling out a chair, he sat down and stretched his legs out in front of him. 'How's your day?'

Running a hand down his face, Harry groaned. 'I don't want to talk about it. I had to deal with a bunch of Slytherins today.'

'Ew.' Rubbing a hand against his stomach, Ron whined, 'I wish 'Mione would hurry. I'm starved.' Looking over his shoulder, Ron glanced at the door and frowned, 'Hey. Did you hear who the Cannons drafted? Doge.'

'Really? Why?!'

The pair spent the next ten minutes discussing Quidditch while they waited for the third member of the 'Golden Trio'. When she did finally arrive, she wrinkled her nose as she sat. 'I don't know why you guys always choose to eat here.' Looking around, she frowned. 'It's absolutely disgusting!' She placed her handbag on the floor, and sighed.

'C'mon, 'Mione.' Her husband smiled at her, and leaned back in his chair. Wagging his eyebrows at her, he tilted his chair back onto its hind legs, and let his smile turned into a grin, 'You know that old Abe will serve us anything we ask for!'

'Yes. And that would be more then an acceptable excuse,' she paused, and looked at him. Raising her eyebrows, she smiled sweetly. 'If we were still in school, Ronald!' Muttering an incantation under her breath, she watched as the legs of Rons chair broke. 'Tsk tsk. Darling, didn't your mother ever tell you to keep all four on the ground?'

Ron pulled himself off the ground, his cheeks bright with embarrassment. Glaring at his friend, who was currently doubled up in laughter, he muttered a quick 'Reparo' before going to the bar for three butterbeers. When he came back, he handed one to Harry with a glare. And slid the one meant for Hermione across the table to her.

'Thanks baby.' She took a drink, and had the satisfaction of watching his ears turn red beneath the fringe of his hair. Smiling behind her glass, she looked towards Harry. 'Have you had any luck with Nott?' When he shook his head, she raised an eyebrown at him. 'Well have you interviewed everyone?'

Setting his drink down, Harry jerked his shoulder. 'You know, becoming an Auror. I imagined it to be more like how our adverntures in school were. Ya know. Chasing down bad guys all the time, sneaking into places we shouldn't be, get-'

'Almost getting ourselves expelled! On more then one occasion I might add.' Hermione said, with a huff.

Grinning Ron and Harry looked at eachother. 'Priorities.'

'What was that Ronald?'

Shooting his wife a quick glance, he cleared his throat, 'Uh.. I was just saying.. priorities. You know... who hasn't Harry interviewed that could be considered a priority?' He let his voice trail off, and gave a careful shrug.

'A lot of his friends are currently staying in Azkaban, that's the thing.' Shaking his head, Harry ran an impatient hand through his hair. 'You'd think he would have left some sort of trail. I mean, he was a Slytherin!' Ron snorted into his glass.

'Really.' Shaking her head, Hermione closed her eyes. 'Can't we get past the school yard bigotry?' When both boys shook their heads no, she sighed. 'Fine. What about Malfoy? They were friends in school. He might know something.'

Nodding his head, Harry picked up his bottle of butterbeer, and gave her a mock toast. 'Tried it. Got no where.' Rubbing his forehead, Harry sighed. 'He claims that he hasn't seen him since right around the end of the war.'

Ron looked at him like he was daft, 'And you believe him? I mean, this is Malfoy we're talking about here. As in Draco bloody Malfoy!'

'I'll admit, at first I was a little skeptical.' Harry looked at the pair of them, and shrugged. 'But that was just until this little boy, about two, three years old, came out. Malfoy picked him and looked at me. Said that those days are behind him. He wants a better life for his kid.'

'Let me repeat myself: And you believe him?!'

'It is completely possible that people can change Ron.' Hermione said, a thoughtful look on his face. 'And I believe it. Remember how you said you thought Malfoy was about to back out of the Dumbledore thing? I've never fully believed he was one hundred percent evil. I think he was just a big mommas boy. And he wanted to protect her. My research has shown that Narcissa never joined ranks with the Death Eaters.'

'Really?' Harry leaned forward, 'I never knew that.'

'Think about, her son, husband, and sister were all involved. We all just kind of assumed that she was too.'

'Huh.' Sitting back in his chair, Harry thought about what she said.

'It's Draco Malfoy though!' Ron banged his fist off the table, and looked at Harry.

'Ron. He offered to take a dose of Vetriserum.' Harry paused, thinkiing. 'Why would he willingly go in for questioning, and take a truth potion, if he knew anything.'

'I - well - maybe you're right.' With a sigh, Ron stood up, 'I still don't like him though.' After glancing over his shoulder, 'I'm gonna go order, what do you want?'

After Dudley put Rayelle to bed that night, he sat in the living room, and flipped to the news. Towards the end of the program the reported informed him that the 'escaped prisoner' had been caught earlier that afternoon. Apparently he walked into a little pub up the coast. Decided on a bit on lunch, and ran into two cops and a lawyer. They took him into custoday and had him booked before dinner time. 'At least that's one less psycho out there.' Dudley muttered as he stood. Flicking off the television, he walked to his room.

After he changed, and crawled into bed, he heard a soft thud agaisnt his window. Turning on the bedside light, he quickly crossed and let Olive in. After he untied the letter, the owl crossed the room to drink from his water glass. 'Help yourself.'

Opening the letter, he saw that it was short and to the point.

'Dudley.

If you want to meet sometime. I'm game.

- George.

Oh yeah. And I'll leave the tounge toffee at home. Promise.'

Frowning, Dudley read the last line again. Tounge toffee? Then he remembered. The Weasley clan showing up through the fireplace. Harry leaving. The horrible diet his mother had him on. The candy that had fallen to the floor. Then his giant tounge. He sat down on the edge of his bed and laughed. He had forgotten all about that. Thinking back, he started to remember all the magic from his childhood he had forgotten. Like the snake incident at the zoo. All the letters that kept showing up for Harry when they were eleven. He chuckled when he thought about the 'Marge Incident'. And shuddered when he thought about the dementors when he was fifteen.

Drifting off to sleep, Dudley tried to remember every magical thing that he had witnessed while living with Harry.

A/N: So.. what are your thoughts. I know, kind of short. But hang with me?!

-Lorrinda

,