Author's Note: This is what I would have liked to have happened in the Harry Potter world post Voldemort. Also, I'm going to be ignoring the majority of what's canon post books cause I'm not a fan of it all.
Chapter 1: Can We Go Home Now?
Vernon Dursley was sitting at the shabby kitchen table eating breakfast as Petunia Dursley fussed over a kitchen counter that refused to look clean no matter how many times she attempted to clean it. They glanced at each other every so often, anxious. It had been around midnight when a silver Dog had woken the family up with the voice of Dedelus Diggle saying "Harry Potter had been killed by You Know Who, stay alert." Hestia Jones had stayed behind to guard the Dursleys in case Death Eaters arrived to eliminate the rest of the Evans bloodline.
Hestia paced back and forth in the kitchen but paused as a crash sounded above them. The three of them looked up and when no other sounds came from above, Hestia resumed her pacing and Petunia her scrubbing. Dudley Dursley had taken the news of his cousin's death surprisingly hard. He has retreated upstairs and seemed to be taking his sadness out on the cheap furniture that had come with the safehouse they had been living in for countless months. "My poor Diddykins, Vernon I'm going to try and get him to come down here" muttered Petunia as she left the kitchen.
Vernon glared at Hestia, "I thought we'd be in the clear now that the boy is dead. Why are his people still after us?" he said. "Because, You Know Who will want to make sure anything that can be used against him is gone. And as there is powerful magic in the blood your wife and son share he will be sure to target you when possible", said Hestia looking at him disgusted. "You've taken care of Harry since he was a baby and you don't even care that he's gone? You're monsters", she scoffed. Mr. Dursley didn't say anything. It was true he hated the boy...However, he never wished death upon him no matter how many times he had said on the contrary in the past. In fact, the boy wouldn't have been fine to have around if he hadn't always posed such a threat to his family.
Mrs. Dursley walked back into the kitchen with her large son. His shoulders were hunched over as he guided him into the seat next to her husband. Dudley had been struggling a lot with the relocation. He missed his friends, his school, and surprisingly his cousin. However, Hestia suspected this was just because he no longer had anyone to torment. It came as a shock to her how shaken he seemed to be over the news. She, herself, was battling with her instinct to join the battle. She knew all wands would be needed now that their only hope was gone.
Suddenly a loud crack sounded as Dedelus appeared in the kitchen. Vernon yelled as he, Petunia, and Dudley all ducked under the kitchen table as Hestia spun on the spot drawing her wand and pointing it at him. At this point it was almost eight in the morning and it had been hours with no news. "Harry Potter is alive, he has killed He Who Must Not Be Named. We won. It is over!", Dedelus said hysterically, jumping into Hestia's arms. "What? How? You said he had been killed?" Hestia exclaimed. Dedelus then excitedly recounted the entire story of the fight between Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort. After recounting everything the witch and wizards looked eagerly to see the muggles reactions. There was dead silence for a few moments, then Vernon Dursley said, "Great. So we can go back to Private Drive now?"