A/N: Last Chapter! Thank you so much to those who've stuck with me this whole story…I know it probably wasn't easy…
Disclaimer: I'm not blond, I'm not British, and I'm not even in high school! Please tell me how I can possibly be J.K. Rowling.
"This the house?" James asked, gazing skeptically at the pristine gardens and perfectly painted fences.
Lily studied the green door of number 4 Privet Drive. "Yeah. I guess. Number 4, right?"
James referred to the scrap of parchment in his hand, on which Dumbledore had scrawled the Dursley's address in his elegant, loopy handwriting. "That is correct."
Lily shook her head. "It's just like Petunia to settle down here. Honestly, there's no room for imagination!"
She led James up the carefully-lain brick path that wound its way to the front step. On the porch, there were two white rocking chairs that moved gently in the light spring breeze.
Lily raised her fist to knock. While they waited for someone to answer the door, Lily went over to the chairs. "I've always wanted one of these," she said thoughtfully. "They're so peaceful, don't you think? It's the epitome of happiness."
James furrowed his eyebrows. "Er…okay. Whatever you say."
The door suddenly swung open. A large, mustached man appeared, apparently very angry. "What do you want? We don't want anything you have to sell!"
"We're not sellers," James said, obviously miffed. "You know that because no one in their right mind would sell something to you."
"James," Lily warned. She placed a hand on his arm. "I'm Lily, Petunia's sister."
If possible, Mr. Dursley's face got even redder. "Oh. Her." He said it with as much contempt as possible, practically spitting out the word.
James, ever the protective one, drew himself up to his full height and glared at Mr. Dursley with such a look that he took a fearful step backwards. "And what," James growled, his hazel eyes flashing, "is that supposed to mean?"
"L-listen here, young man, this is my house, I will not a-allow you…" he trailed off when James bristled.
"Youngman? Young man?" James spat. "I'm twenty-two, and a father. Don't 'young man' me!"
There was a clatter of footsteps from within the house. A second later, Petunia appeared. "Wha—what's going on?" Her eyes widened. "Lily!"
"Hey," Lily said sheepishly. "I'm back."
Petunia started crying and ran forward to hug her sister. Lily was so surprised at this sudden display of affection that she staggered backwards a few steps. "Hey, Petunia…it's okay."
Pulling herself together, Petunia stepped back and smiled widely. "I thought you were killed! That Dumblely-man said you were kidnapped, and I thought of all the terrible things I've said to you, and what if I never made up with you, and you'd died, and—and—"
Petunia couldn't go on due to the fresh stream of tears making their way down her cheeks.
Vernon and James stared at each other in open-mouthed disbelief. Both of their wives' were acting quite abnormally. Though it was clear the two men had nothing in common, they were united in this mutual belief: woman were weird.
"Petunia, I didn't die," Lily said earnestly, her own eyes filling with tears. "Besides, you must have gone barmy if you thought you could get rid of me that easily."
Petunia let out a small, choked laugh, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Yes, I suppose you're right."
They hugged again, and when they pulled apart, an awkward silence settled over them all.
"So…" James began, swinging his arms at his side.
"Oh my goodness!" Petunia exclaimed suddenly, turning and running back into the house.
Her sudden departure took them all by surprise. "Er…all I said was 'so'," James said uncertainly. "I didn't know that actually meant something."
A second later, Petunia was back, bringing with her—
"Harry!" Lily cried.
Harry whipped around in Petunia's arms to find his mother's voice. Upon sighting her, he squealed excitedly and reached for her. "Mummy!"
Lily took her son from her sister and hugged the little black haired boy tightly. "Oh, we missed you so much!"
James wrapped his arms around his wife and son, completing the family circle that had been disbanded for so long.
Vernon had gone inside, but Petunia still stood uncomfortably a short distance away, wanting to witness the family being united again, but at the same time not sure if she should be privy to something like this.
Despite herself, Petunia smiled a bit, because she knew that the family was complete once more, and nothing could break them apart again.
A/N: Finished! I can switch the thingy to 'complete'! I want to thank, once again, my wonderful reviewers (anthony37 and AmandaMau and Yami Tenno 3) who made this story possible and kept me motivated! You guys rock! Go get yourself a chocolate chip cookie!
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