Petunia pulled into the parking lot of Dudley's school and found a parking spot. Turning to Harry, "Harrison, I need you to stay in the car, I'll be right back with Dudley."

"Yes ma'am," Harry said. "But why do you keep calling the Harrison. I thought that my name was Harry?"

"I'll explain when we get to Diagon Alley, Harrison."

Petunia cracked the windows and got out to the car. Harry watched his aunt disappear into the building and began to panic, thinking that she was just going to abandon him here. However, before he could work himself into too much of a panic attack he saw the door open and his aunt and cousin walked out of the building. Petunia seemed to be talking to Dudley and the Dudley stopped and looked at his mum, cocked his head, and then nodded.

Petunia opened the door the Dudley and he climbed in, reaching the the seat belt to belt himself in. Dudley kept looking at Harry and then looking at his mum. Finally, Dudley enough and blurted, "Mummy, why is the freak coming with us?"

Harry flinched, certain that Petunia would realize he was in the car and pull over and dump him on the side of the road. But instead, "Dudley, you are not to use that word for your cousin ever again; his name is Harrison."

"But Daddy said that we weren't supposed to name him?" Dudley said, confused.

"Yes well, we will no longer be mean to family," Petunia said sternly.

"But mum, what about Daddy? He says that the Fr-, Harrison should never have been dumped on our door," Dudley said, close to a tantrum at losing his punching bag. However, when he almost called Harrison a freak he saw the look his mother had given him in the rear view mirror. He may not have seen that look directed at himself before, but he's seen it many times directed at Harrison.

"Dudley you will understand more when we get where we are going. Until then I do not want to hear another word from you?" Petunia sternly cautioned.

Dudley sat back in his seat, quietly fuming. However, the longer they drove the more Dudley was able to think. Harry had never really done anything bad to him and he was always confused at first why Harry was always making his daddy mad. Harry hardly ever even made a sound and he even cooked breakfast and dinner for the family. His cooking was always good, but he still managed to get daddy angry. He kind of knew that it was wrong to hit Harry, but he also remembered the one time that daddy had ever gotten mad at himself and he did not want a repeat of the beating that his dad had given him.

-FLASHBACK-

Dudley had come home from school with a black eye and his mummy and immediately whisked him into her bathroom before daddy had gotten home from work. "Dudley, what happened sweetums?" his mummy had asked while turning his face to get a good look at his eye.

"Some boys were picking on Harry and I stepped in to try and stop it, I know that daddy doesn't like Harry much, but he's so little. I don't want him to get hurt."

His mummy's face had softened at that, but then her face had hardened, "Dudley we need to cover this bruise before your daddy gets home. You know what he thinks of Harrison, so we are not going to tell him," Petunia said.

"Not going to tell me what? Not going to tell me that my son is too weak to recognize the fact that the little freak too much of a burden to care about? I am going to teach you not to stand up for that little freak again you weak little shite! Get over here!"

"Vernon, he's your son! You can't do this?!"

Daddy had slapped Mummy then, "Do not presume to tell me what I can or cannot do in my own home with my own son, Petunia. Now come here Dudley!"

Daddy had taken his belt off and grabbed Dudley by the back of the neck and bodily thrown him into his parents bed. He grabbed Dudley again and slapped him in the face and then undid his trousers and yanked them down to his ankles. He had then thrown him face down on the bed, "Do not move boy, this is what will happen to you any time you decide that the freak is any family to you!" Daddy and then hit him with the belt so many times that his backside was black and blue before he decided that Dudley had had enough.

-END FLASHBACK-

Dudley had never forgiven Harry for causing his daddy to treat him that way, but the more he thought about it the more he knew that his daddy was wrong for the way that he treated Harry.

"Mummy? If I say something nice can I talk to Harrison?"

"Yes Dudley, you can talk to your cousin if your aren't mean."

Dudley turned his head to Harry and swallowed, "Harrison I'm sorry I hurt you. Daddy was mad and I just get really scared when he's made. I didn't want him mad at me."

Harry just stared at his cousin and waited for him to laugh and start punching him again. This day just couldn't get any more weird. First his aunt is nice to him and now his baby whale of a cousin is apologizing to him? When no laugh or punch came, Harry relaxed and smiled for the first time at cousin since that day on the playground. "It's OK, Uncle Vernon can be pretty scary."

At that moment Petunia pulled into an alley and parked at the curb. She turned in her seat with tears rolling down her cheeks, "OK boys, we're here. I need you to look around when we get the sidewalk and tell me if you see a pub, OK?" Petunia explained gently.

"OK mummy," Dudley said, taking Harry's hand when he just nodded.

Petunia reached over to the passenger's side and grabbed a baseball car and handed it back to Harry. "Harrison I need you to put this cap on and keep your head down. I'll see if we can't get your healed up in the alley today, but until then we don't want to draw attention to ourselves."

Harry took the cap and put it on his head, effectively hiding not only his bruised but also the untameable hair and AK green eyes that are so famous in the wizarding world.