Harry was with Conner running some errands, having returned to the academy after Christmas, but it was a weekend so he had the day off. It was early February, and his beautiful little boy was a healthy nearly six months old, and doing well, at the top of all the progress charts. Conner often went to work with his dads for a bit, for the kid even managed to have Mad eye wrapped around his pinkie finger, which was hard to do. Conner usually spent the days with Grandpa Moony and Selene, Dobby along for a hand, for Remus loved having his grandson close.

They were in muggle London, something Harry did not do too often, for there were still memories from when he was a child. Harry had not heard from his relatives since the war ended, and he came to be with his dads, and he had no desire to. They had never hit him, but they were mentally abusive, and scarred him for years.

Conner had been sleeping but when they entered a shop for some snacks he and Draco both liked, he heard."Waaahhhhhhhhhhhh...."

Harry's son was usually so sweet tempered, he barely made a fuss, he nearly panicked. "Conner, what is it Prince?"

As he scooped his son up into his arms, he bounced him up and down, as Draco always did when Conner was colicky which was rare. His son calmed down a lot, but he was still reaching for something Harry realized, and he looked around for what little toy his son may have lost.

Suddenly a tall oddly familiar looking man handed him Conner's beloved stuffed wolf. "I believe this is what the little guy was looking for."

Harry took the wolf and his son was soon clutching it to him. "Thank you. I would never get my little pup to sleep without it tonight."

He went to settle his son back into his stroller, calmed since Wolfy had been returned to him, but he could see the other man had remained. He felt uncomfortable with the man's eyes on him, usually not something seen in the muggle world, unless you were in the gay sector. Harry would have thought away from the sector and with his infant son, he would not have drawn such attention, and he straightened up, to tell the man off.

The man though was looking at him for different reasons. "I thought that was you Harry."

Harry realized why he had looked so familiar. "Dudley. It has been years."

He had never thought to see his cousin again; they had made some peace before Harry had last left the home of his relatives. Dudley thanked him for saving him from the dementors, and they had shaken hands. Hard to believe since they had grown up together, but that was one of the few times they had got along with each other.

Dudley looked down at the stroller. "Is he your only one?"

Harry smiled and nodded. "My husband and I have only been married a year and a half. Conner will be six months in two days. And you?"

He was surprised when Dudley took out his wallet, and he was reminded muggles often kept pictures of kids in their wallets. He remembered his Uncle had done such, but while Harry had lived with him since he was little, but the house had never bore a sign of him, even when he was.

Dudley showed him a photo of his wife and a baby all in pink, several photos."My daughter, Heather, she'll be a year in May, and my wife Anna."

Harry noticed the man had not reacted to the fact he said husband. "Conner and I need to collect his Papa's sweets and head out, or we will be missed."

Though he did his shopping, he found himself talking to Dudley for a bit, and he was surprised to learn Dudley lived on the same street, but at number was more surprised when his cousin extended an open invitation for Harry to come for dinner, and bring his husband and son. Harry had never thought the day would come, but when he paid for the goodies, and prepared to leave with his son, he could admit he liked the thought.

He shook his cousin's hand. "My husband is a doctor, but if we can work it out, I'd like that."

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Draco worked days and had evenings and weekends off usually, like his husband, he had been called in the day Harry shopped. Harry had not wanted to commit to anything, for he was not sure how his husband would react, but Draco was intrigued to meet his muggle cousin. The following Sunday the three of them headed for dinner and Harry kept his eyes from the old house, but came face to face with it.

Vernon answered the door. "So you decided to come after all, and brought two more of your kind with you."

Petunia interrupted her husband "One more word Vernon and you can go home without dinner. Harry and his husband and son are welcome."

Harry was shocked, and when he was led into the sitting room, his husband squeezed his hand, for he knew Harry was in bad shape. Dudley quietly apologized after he introduced his wife and daughter, explaining Anna had invited them. Anne was a good hearted woman, Dudley met her in college oddly, and married for two years, his cousin a PE teacher and Anna was a stay at home mom mainly, but was also a published poet.

Petunia came over to Harry and handed him a box. "A few things I had of your mother's, they should have been yours. I am glad to see you so happy and in love."

Harry kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you Aunt. I am happy you are as well"

His Uncle refused to speak, and he was civil with his Aunt but he and Draco got along well with their hosts. Harry and Draco shared a look, and they knew they would come back if invited, for Harry was happy to know his mother's family again, but hopefully only the intended three. Harry was about to find out the real reason his Uncle looked ready to kill him, when a cake crashed down on his Uncle's head when his Uncle mad a cross comment at Dudley.

Vernon snarled when Harry assured him it was not his husband or him. "I bloody well know it isn't."

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