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Chapter 55: A Day Off

Harry Potter and the Setting Sun

Disclaimer: HarryPotter by J.K. Rowling, the Twilight Saga by Stephanie Meyer and all related materials belong to their respective owners. This is non-profit fanfiction.

Warning: This story contains slash. This chapter references child abuse.

Chapter Fifty-Four – A Day Off

Harry's revelation about the chocolate frog cards was excitedly received by the headmaster. The old wizard thought that the cards could very well hold the key to discovering what the next Horcrux was.

The Sword of Gryffindor had been all but ruled out as a possibility. Headmaster Dumbledore assured Harry that the Sword had been hidden away since before Tom M. Riddle was even born. It had been lost sometime after the death of Godric Gryffindor and was not recovered until Harry pulled it from the Sorting Hat in his second year at Hogwarts. Although there was a slim possibility that the sword could have been recovered by Voldemort sometime before Harry pulled it out of the Sorting Hat, it was very unlikely.

If Voldemort had found it and turned it into a Horcrux, he would have undoubtedly taken some steps to protect it. Steps which would have either ensured the Sorting Hat couldn't have summoned it from its resting place or that would have harmed anyone attempting to use it. Even if the Sword of Gryffindor had been a Horcrux, the infusion of basilisk venom should have destroyed the bit of Voldemort's soul encased within it. Just to be on the safe side, however, the headmaster had agreed to examine the sword thoroughly.

Rowena Ravenclaw's card was the more difficult issue. There were several items in her picture that could have served as Horcruxes. The headmaster was fairly certain that Ravenclaw's diadem, said to be a mystical item, was the trophy that Voldemort would have picked to house a fragment of his soul in, but he had no proof. After obtaining the real locket and finding where Voldemort had hidden the cup, researching the diadem would be the next priority.

Even with his reconciliations with his old friends and his godfather, everything seemed so very complex to Harry. He only had until the end of the year to end Voldemort's life and the key to doing that was making sure that all of his Horcruxes were destroyed. The dark wizard had created seven of them—six made intentionally and one unintentionally.

The bit of Voldemort's soul that had been accidentally placed within Harry had been burned away by vampire venom. The ring and diary Horcruxes had been destroyed and Harry and his allies at least knew where the locket Horcrux was. That left three Horcruxes unaccounted for: Hufflepuff's cup was believed to be a Horcrux, but they had no idea where it was; the headmaster suspected Ravenclaw's diadem to be a Horcrux, but they were neither positive about that nor knew where it would be; and then there was a final Horcrux they didn't even know where to start with.

But those concerns felt like they were a million miles away at the moment. The Cullen family had spent so much time worrying about one problem or another over the past few days that they all needed a little time to decompress.

"This town is so boring," Emmett complained as he walked down a London street with Harry.

"After living in Forks, how can you possibly call London boring?" Harry asked his brother with a laugh.

"It just is," the curly-haired vampire muttered. "They don't play football right in this country. And people keep staring at me whenever I talk."

"It isn't your American accent that's getting their attention. Everyone stares at you because of how you look. How we look, I should say."

"You're starting to sound as vain as Rosalie," Emmett joked as he stopped to look in the window of a novelty store.

"I most certainly am not," the newborn replied indignantly.

All of the vampires had split up into different groups for the day. Edward and Rosalie were on a much needed hunting trip, Esme and Carlisle were checking out the London museums, and Jasper and Alice were off shopping. Of course 'Jasper and Alice were off shopping' was actually code for 'Jasper was watching his wife model different form-fitting outfits.' That left Harry and Emmett to their own devices.

"We could hit a movie," Harry suggested to his very bored companion.

"Is there anything out that we haven't already seen?"

"I'm sure a London cinema has more to offer than Port Angeles," the younger vampire pointed out.

"Yeah. I guess we can check it out."

The pair shifted course in the direction of where Harry thought he remembered there being a movie theater. He'd seen the theater a couple of times when he was little. His uncle had taken his cousin there multiple times when he was little, but he was never allowed to actually go to the movie; Dudley and Vernon watched the movie while Harry was forced to hold Petunia's purse while she shopped some of the area stores.

"So how did things go with your godfather?"

"Horribly uncomfortable," Harry answered. "The last time I saw him, he called my marriage a mistake and I broke his nose. This time he apologized, I forgave him, and then neither of us knew what to say. When I finished talking to Ron and Hermione, Sirius and I just of sat across from each other at the dinner table. He asked a couple of questions about how married life was treating me. That's about it. I'd never been so grateful to see Molly Weasley show up with dinner."

"Yeah, well you missed your godfather's little chat with your husband," Emmett snickered.

"Edward's been pretty good at avoiding that particular subject. Was it really that bad?"

"It was worse than you can imagine. Black kept talking about how important it was that Edward treat you with respect. I'm not positive, but I think Sirius thinks that you are still a virgin."

The newborn laughed at that. "He thinks that Edward and I have been married since the start of August and that we haven't had sex yet?"

"I don't know if it is so much that he thinks that you're a still a virgin as much as he wants to believe that you're still a virgin. I'm pretty sure he wants to ignore the fact that you've grown up in the time you've been away from here."

Harry kicked a little pebble and then cringed as it skittered across the street and hit the corner of a building hard enough to chip off an equal-sized bit of concrete. Emmett sympathetically patted his little brother on the back.

"So Sirius gave Edward a chat about treating me with respect," Harry mused after his moment of embarrassment had passed. He took a moment to adjust the sunglasses that he was wearing to hide his human blood-tinted eyes from the world. "There has to be a way I can use this to my advantage."

"You wouldn't."

"Oh, but I could, would, and shall. Using this sort of thing against one's spouse is one of the perks of being married."

"Now I know you're spending too much time with Rosalie," Emmett said between bouts of barking laughter.

"Actually, I got that little tip from Alice."

"I had no idea that our dear sister was so devious," Emmett said with a smirk. "Just remember to use your powers for good and not evil."

"Of course, good sir. I have no intention of using my Edward's embarrassment for anything but sexy, sexy fun. And that qualifies as 'good' in my book."

"Ugh, it's bad enough I can hear it when the two of you are actually going at it like rabbits. I don't want to have to hear you talk about it as well," the older vampire complained in overly dramatized disgust.

Harry laughed as the pair continued on their path. They continued to joke happily all the way to the theater. When they arrived at their destination, however, Harry saw something that made him freeze in his tracks: standing in front of the theater were the Dursleys.

Harry felt like fate was mocking him for thinking about the Dursleys when he suggested the movie.

Vernon was just as large as ever, though his thick, dark hair and moustache were a bit grayer than Harry remembered. Otherwise, he looked the same as he did the last time Harry had seen him over two years earlier. Petunia hadn't changed in the slightest; she still looked like the awful lovechild of a giraffe and a horse. And Dudley still looked like a miniature, blond-version of Vernon. The teen's eyes, however, seemed to have softened considerably. Then again, that simply could have been Harry's imagination.

"What is it?" Emmett asked when Harry stopped abruptly.

"It's the Durlseys."

"What?" Harry's brother asked in alarm. He followed his younger brother's gaze to the three individuals who were chatting merrily outside the front of the movie theater.

Emmett didn't know much about Harry's childhood. He knew that the boy had been very unhappy and that the Durlseys had been neglectful at best and outright abusive at worst. The only story that he could recall about Harry's life before going to Hogwarts involved Petunia Dursley burning Harry with a hot spoon for failing at some task in the kitchen. And Emmett only knew that story because Rosalie had miserably recounted the story to him one night. Seeing the people that had caused his little brother so much grief, Emmett had to work very hard to not go up to the horrid people and do something that, while he was certain he wouldn't regret, would upset Harry greatly.

It surprised the older vampire when Harry began to walk confidently towards his only living blood relations. "What are you doing?"

"It would be impolite to not say 'hello' after all these years," Harry replied darkly. He closed the distance between himself and his aunt, uncle, and cousin in a confident stride. "Why hello there, Uncle. Fancy seeing you here"

Vernon turned from his conversation with his wife and looked at the newcomer. The large man took in the youth's pale appearance and expensive clothes. It took him a long moment before he could see any trace of his hated nephew anywhere in the figure. "Y-You," he said almost accusatorily.

"Now if you use that tone with me, I'll start to think that maybe you didn't miss me these last two years."

"Potter," Petunia said as she finally connected the dots and realized who it was that had interrupted her conversation.

"Hello, Aunty."

"Harry? Is that you?" Dudley asked. His kind tone took Harry by surprise.

"Yes, Dudley. It's me."

"And I'm Emmett," Harry's companion interjected into the conversation. "Harry's brother-in-law."

"Brother-in-law?" Vernon questioned suspiciously. "I knew you'd end up in this kind of trouble some day. Probably got some girl in trouble and had to marry her, didn't you? And now you've tracked us down to try and hit us up for money to support the two of you. Always the lay-about and delinquent."

"Why do you insist on lying and spewing that bile, even when there isn't an audience to play for?" Harry asked the man. He didn't expect any answer beyond Vernon's typical sputtering and the reddening of the large man's face; Harry wasn't disappointed. "I just came over because I saw you standing here and there's something that I've wanted to say to you for a very long time."

Petunia looked at Harry in barely disguised interest, wondering what the nephew she pretending didn't exist was about to say to her.

"You may be the most awful human being I've ever met. And I've met some really terrible people in my life. You are vile and my mother would be ashamed to call you her sister. She would be almost as ashamed of you as your parents would be." As soon as Harry had said his short piece, he turned on his heel and started to walk off.

"Ungrateful brat!" Vernon said fiercely before Harry could get more than two steps away. "After everything we gave you."

The vampire turned back around and regarded his uncle. "The only thing you ever gave was an example of what not to be. I look at the way you treat people and every day of my life I tell myself: be different. So for that one life lesson, I'll thank you. But not for anything else."

Vernon tried unsuccessfully to respond, but all he could do was open and close his mouth and make choking sounds. Harry resumed his course away from the trio with Emmett hot on his tail.

"How satisfying was that?" Emmett asked.

"Very. I can still hear them both sputtering back there."

The vampires managed to get a full block away when someone shouting for Harry caused them both to stop and turn back around once more. This time it was Dudley Dursley.

"What do you want, Dudley?" Harry asked his cousin as neutrally as he could.

"Well, uh," the large teenager fumbled for a moment. "It's just, you didn't say anything to me."

"What?" Harry asked in shock.

"I was pretty awful to you too, so why didn't you say anything to me? You've earned it."

Now it was Harry's turn to gape with his mouth opening and closing like a fish. "Are you saying you want me to say something nasty to you?"

"I don't really want to you to say something nasty, but you should. I was a real bully to you when we were kids. Then you saved my life and got tossed out on the street. I've always wanted the chance to thank you and to apologize for all the things I did back then."

Harry took a long moment to stare at his cousin, catalogue the differences that he'd undergone in the past two years, and compose his response. "You were your father's son. You treated me exactly how he wanted you to treat me. If you're trying to be a better person, then that means you recognize that fact. I don't think you need to apologize to me. Trying to change is good enough for me."

"I do still need to apologize," Dudley said with a nod of his head. "I'm sorry for all of it. The 'Harry Hunting' and ignoring why my parents were doing to you. And I'm grateful you saved me. I really owe you one."

"Let's call it even for the tail that Hagrid gave you," Harry said with a good natured laugh.

Dudley gave an embarrassed chuckle. "Listen, if you ever want to, I don't know, get together at the holidays for a drink or something . . ."

"Maybe," Harry said. "But can I ask you one favor?"

"Anything."

Harry leaned in close to his cousin and whispered to him. "I think that being a wizard or witch is at least partly genetic. So if you have a kid that's magical, keep being a better person than your mum and dad, okay."

Dudley pulled back. He had a sad smile on his face. It was the smile of someone who recognized the failings of his own parents. "Sure thing, Harry."

The vampire smiled at his cousin one last time before turning around and walking away. "I'm never going to see him again," he said softly to his brother as they headed back in the direction of the hotel.

The rest of the afternoon was spent in the main room of their suite. Having had their attempt at going out to a movie interrupted by Harry's decision to get closure, the duo decided to watch some of the movies available at the hotel.

Rosalie and Edward returned after the third movie of the afternoon. They each greeted their spouses warmly.

"So, what did you do today?" Edward asked his husband as he slid his hands down Harry's side to rest on the smaller vampire's hips.

"A little of this, a little of that," Harry answered in a sing-song voice. "We can talk about it on our date."

"Date?" Edward asked.

"Yup. Even though we're married, I think we should continue to have weekly date nights. It's one of the things you do in a relationship when you respect your partner."

Harry managed to maintain a straight face despite the way Edward's eyes became as big around as saucers at the reference to his chat with Harry's godfather. That passive resolve crumbled when his husband began to mercilessly chase him around the hotel suite.