The canonical characters from the "Harry Potter" books and movies belong to Joanne K. Rowling, as does the Wizarding World and all associated concepts. Ms. Rowling is utterly unaware that I or my stories exist, and is probably happier for it. This story is written to serve as nothing more than an outlet for one of my hobbies. I'm doing it because I felt like it and am not planning to realize any sort of monetary award for it.
The plot for "Harry Potter & The Search For Peace" is mine.
Harry, Ron and Hermione left the Gringotts bank, grateful that the Goblins had not actually killed them for breaking in. The Ministry had already paid the compensation from the vaults of the Death Eaters that had been seized. The Trio on their part had apologized and reasoned that their plan was to escape unnoticed, thus saving the Goblins from the fury of Voldemort.
The Goblins had tried asked for the Sword of Gryffindor. Harry had returned it and had recounted the two instances when the Sword had appeared for the help of a worthy Gryffindor. As a last attempt to apologise, Harry offered to withdraw his money from Gringotts, so that the Goblins are not displeasured when he visited. This has got the Goblins thinking. If The-Boy-Who-Lived withdrew his money, the general public too would lose confidence in the bank. At last, the Golden Trio was forgiven.
Apart from an apology, Harry was also given the details of his inheritance, which he should have received on his seventeenth birthday. The Goblins had blamed the Death Eaters for the delay. Harry did not complain.
"Okay, let's apparate now. Harry, are you sure about this?" Hermione asked. Harry nodded. He apparated with Hermione first, then came back for Ron. He, along with Ron, had obtained their Apparation license just the day before.
Harry led his friends on the familiar path of the Privet Drive. They were soon standing in front of Number 4. Harry rang the doorbell and wondered, not for the first time, why had he decided to come here. The answer was very clear. Seven years with Hermione Granger had taught him to do whatever she said was right. She had said that Petunia Dursley deserved to know that the man who had killed her sister was gone. Harry had agreed to her.
The door opened and Harry saw a much thinner version of Dudley Dursley. "Hey Harry, how are you?" Dudley asked him. He looked slightly flushed. Harry nodded at him awkwardly, as they walked into the Living Room. "What are you doing here, Boy?" Uncle Vernon's voice hit Harry's eardrums. He smiled and looked around. The Order members had done a good job repairing the house. Hermione nudged him.
"Oh, right. Umm, this is Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia," Harry pointed to his uncle and aunt, introducing them to his friends. "This is my cousin, Dudley. And these are," Harry pointed at Ron and Hermione, "my best friends from school, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger." Dudley shook their hands. For a minute or so, Harry was too shocked to react. Another nudge from Hermione. "Umm, Aunt Petunia, I wanted to tell you that the man who killed your sister is gone now." "We know that already. There was no need for you to come here and spoil our day," Uncle Vernon blasted off.
"Harry, why don't you go and see if there is anything in your old room, you want to take with you," Hermione spoke gently. Harry stared at her for a moment, causing Ron to give him a stern look. Chuckling to himself, Harry left the room. He wondered if his friends knew that in situation like these, they acted like a married couple, with Harry as their son.
"Mrs Dursley," Hermione spoke sternly, "if you and your husband were the ones who died, say in a car accident, do you think your sister would have treated Dudley in the same manner, you treated Harry?" Petunia Dursley's eyes widened, "Listen here you…" Hermione paid no attention to her and continued, "Do you think she would have locked him in the cupboard under the stairs? Made him pretend like he didn't exist? Punished him for being the only non-magical person in a wizarding household? What do you think, Ron? Would Lily Potter do something like that? From what I have heard, Lily Potter was a wonderful person. But of course, you knew her better, Mrs Dursley."
Vernon Dursley was furious, "I don't know what you are trying to prove..." He found two wands in front of his face. "No," Dudley moaned. Suddenly, Harry was there, pulling his two friends out of the house.
"What were you two thinking?" Harry scolded his two friends as they entered the Burrow. They were greeted by the smiling figure of Kingsley Shacklebolt. He was sitting with the Weasley family. "Minister Shacklebolt," the three friends greeted him.
"There is no need of that formality," Kingsley smiled, "I suppose your relatives are fine, Harry. Arthur told me you had planned to visit them." Harry nodded, "There as good as they can be. How have you been? And how is the Ministry?"
Kingsley sighed, "I am fine. About the ministry, it is coming around. Although it's not easy. I won't bore you with the details. I have found the people you wanted." Harry and Ron sat up straight. Kingsley continued, "The Australian Ministry of Magic has found Wendell and Monica Wilkins in Sydney. They are working as dentists there."
"You found them," Hermione gasped. Kingsley smiled gently, "Harry and Ron told me what you did to keep them save. You will need to go there to reverse your memory charm. The Australian Ministry has offered any assistance, you might need. They would be happy to host the Golden Trio."
"They are not coming with me," Hermione said in between her tears, "Ron, you should be here with your family. And Harry, shouldn't you be here with Teddy?" Ron was outraged, "You are not going alone." Hermione tried to make him understand her point but Harry interfered.
"Hermione, when we went through that trapdoor in our first year, you and Ron had no reason to accompany me. Yet, you did. We are coming with you. It was decided years ago." Hermione smiled. "And come on, we won't be there at Hogwarts with you. You can scold us there in Australia as a compensation," Ron added.