A/N: thanks for all the reviews, it was quite funny that 98% of them started with: oh my, he's a squib! How dare you??? LOL:)

Slytherins R Sexy: about the plot? Well, I hinted at it – Dumbledore gave Harry a letter in chapter two. That letter's content revealed what the plot would be about…

Mage: it's going to be a bit longer than the first fic, and yes, you're asking too much :)))

Notebook Girl: well, Davie being a wizard does have something to do with Dan being a squib – it'll be explained later. No, no adoption at all!

BlueIce: there will be some very short chapters (this one is the shortest of all) but there'll be much longer ones as well.

Brigade701: no, no latent powers.

Yibble Legnets: you thought I didn't like you? What gives you that idea? I cannot answer everyone's reviews, I simply need to select the ones that are the most intriguing – but now I'm answering you:) And please, don't shut up, you aren't annoying at all! About the meaning of my name: Agi is the Hungarian nickname for Agnes (that's my given name) and Vega is a star in the constellation Lyra (I love astronomy very much).

Pumpkin3223: what? I thought Filch could never do magic! He tried but he never succeeded!

PUNKsarcasm: why didn't Neville's parents know that he was a wizard? Well, probably they never asked McGonagall whether the boy's name was in the parchment book or not :) I think when Rowling wrote book one she didn't think of the parchment book yet – she talked about the parchment book in a much later interview. So that's the source of the inconsistency.

Mikey: no human sacrifice.

Aurumlupi: at first this is the shame, but later something else will happen. Not revealing anything! :)) Switch kids? Hehe, no. That would be a bit perverse, wouldn't it?

Dark Faery: Harry met Abu in Egypt (TGSoHH chapter 17). He took the monkey from Egypt to India and from India to Great Britain. So simple. More babies? Maybe. Bad guys? Of course! Remus? A bit more of a role then in TGSoHH, but not much more.

LisaQT3: more trouble for Harry and Ginny – and almost everyone - of course.

veronik: I watched Luz Maria (but I think it should have ended when Lucecita and Gustavo got married. It was silly that Gustavo and the baby got kidnapped by Myrta.) I started to watch Pobre Diabla but stopped – found it boring. (my mom loved it, though!) 3 days between chapters, I guess. We'll see…

princesswitch: this story is a bit longer than the first one – so MORE THAN 34 chapters.

jeanineDR23: sorry if the marriages are annoying you, because there's more to come… About the title: you're partly right. But there'll be more shame for Harry.

Faunix: I guess 3-4 days between chapters.

JoeBob1379: read my answer to Aurumlupi. Yes, I DID know that I wrote Harry Birthday – it was a joke of mine, because I have typed Harry's name so many times that whenever I want to type 'happy', I type 'harry' instead. So I decided to type this deliberately that way:) The other reason for it: you remember the tart Hagrid gave Harry in the movie? He wrote 'happee birthday' on it! Yeah, Arabella and Albus are together.

Draco's Secret Lover: you'll get to see a bit of Draco soon, and a lot of him later. Be patient. In this story there'll be much more Draco than in the first one.

shalara: no, Daniel and David's names aren't mixed up. They were born at different times – Davie in December, Dan in July.

goodbooks3989: I'd never ever write a Ginny/Neville fic! Yuck!

AniMourner: the fic will revolve around the Triwizard Tournament and there'll be (a) new enemy(s) as well.

Zenon Lee: read my answer to Aurumlupi.

em1701e: I upload when I have time, but I'll try to upload two chapters a week.

Nicky: you'll get the answer to your question from the next chapter – not this one.

PepsiAngel: you were REALLY losing your interest in HP???? Heavens! (though I used to be crazy about Star Wars for four years, then last year I myself was surprised to realise that I had lost my interest in it – because I read HP!:))

Super saya-Jin Gotan: no, Petunia WON'T hug Harry! No way! :))

Kristen Michelle: upload more often? No, I don't think so. Two chaps a week (or maybe three, but definitely no more!) No, McGonagall didn't read it wrong. Dan's name wasn't in the parchment book.

teacherchez: read my answer to JoeBob1379.

HP Blone Crazy Chick: yes, of course lots of wizards in Great Britain will know about Dan being a squib – this isn't something you can keep a secret forever – sooner or later people would start to ask why the baby hasn't done any magic yet, or in eleven years they might ask why he didn't get a letter from Hogwarts. About Dudley… read this chapter :)

Toby Haine: read my answer to HP Blone Crazy Chick right above you.

And now – to chapter 3! (Sorry that this is so short, next chapter is going to be quite long!)

Enjoy!

Chapter 3

The moment of truth

Petunia Dursley, at 4 Privet Drive, was deeply immersed in making a pink icing on the cake she'd baked for her ickle Dudlickins, who was going to visit them at last.

"Looks good." her husband reached out to nip a bit of whipped cream from the cake's top.

"No, you don't!" Petunia slapped his hand with a wooden spoon. "It's for Dudders!"

"But Petunia, dear, you are exaggerating the importance of all this…" Vernon started reasoning. "You are behaving as though you hadn't seen your son for ages."

"And that's exactly the point – I haven't seen my Dudders for three weeks, Vernon! You get to see him every weekday at Grunnings, but I don't!"

"Now, now, dear…" her husband shook his head with an amused smile.

"Don't you dare touch the icing, Vernon Dursley!" she shouted. "Go and change Davie's diaper, I hear he needs it!"

"Me again?" Vernon groaned, hearing their baby son cry. "I have already changed his diaper."

"Once. Two months ago." she pointed out. "Go and take care of him, I need to prepare everything for my Dudley's arrival! Everything has to be perfect!… Though I fear with that woman along nothing can be perfect." she sighed. "I seriously hope he isn't bringing her."

"You're talking about our daughter-in-law, Petunia." Vernon reminded her.

"Like I didn't know." she wrinkled her nose.

As her husband left the kitchen, the doorbell rang.

"He's here!" Petunia clasped her hands and rushed to open the door. "Oh… you." she spat with contempt, seeing Millicent Bulstrode Dursley standing at the doorframe.

"Yes, it's me. How are you, dear mother-in-law?"

"I've been fine. Up till now." Petunia wiped her floury hands on her apron.

"May we come in at all?" Millicent asked.

"We? Why are you talking in plural? And where did you leave my Dudlickins?"

"I'm here, mum." a voice came from behind Millicent's back.

"Where?" Petunia gasped. "Have you… have you magicked him… to become invisible?" she bawled at her daughter-in-law.

"What? No!"

"Then?" Petunia stood with arms akimbo, glaring at her. "Where's he?"

"Here, mum." said a voice and a bag-of-bones guy in tight-fitting jeans stepped out from behind Millicent.

Mrs. Dursley clutched her chest and fainted.

* * * * *

"Hey, mum… wake up…" Dudley fanned her with a copy of Sunday Times. "No use… she isn't reacting. Must have been a real shock."

"Stand back, I'll wake her." Millicent said, flipping her wand. "Enervate."

"What do you think you are doing in my house?" Vernon Dursley, who had just arrived at the living room, yelled at his daughter-in-law.

"Just trying to bring her around." Dudley answered.

"Still, no one's allowed to do magic…" Vernon's voice faltered as his glance fell upon his son. "Bugger! What have you done to my son, you little bitch?" he was about to lunge at Millicent, when Dudley – slim, thus fast – jumped between the two of them.

"No, dad, it wasn't Milli! She has nothing to do with this! Really!"

"Nothing?" Vernon's face contorted with fury. "And you expect me to believe it?"

"Yes, I do!" Dudley replied, trying to conceal his wife behind his back – which, in his current state – was quite impossible, Millicent being twice as wide as he was.

"Don't… don't you believe them, Vernon!" Petunia sat up, with an incredibly suffering expression. "She's one of them, never forget! One of those lunatics!"

"She's no lunatic, just a witch!" Dudley protested.

"Bad enough!" Vernon snorted.

"Okay, I won't have more of this! If all you can do is insult my wife, then I might as well leave! C'mon, Millicent!" Dudley turned on his heels and headed for the door.

"No!" Petunia hopped up from the sofa and hurried after them. "I… I didn't mean it, sweetums! Just don't leave yet… please…" she put her hands together.

"'kay." Dudley sighed and led his wife back into the living room. "But no more insulting Millicent."

"No way, my dear." Petunia shook her head. "Come, both of you, have a seat. I'm going to bring the cake I've baked just for you, sweetums… I see you need it…"

A minute later Mrs. Dursley appeared again, balancing a huge cake with pink icing and lots of whipped cream on a silver tray. "There. Take two slices, Dudders. Or rather three. You seem to have been made to starve, pompkin."

"No, I wasn't, don't worry, mum." Dudley stuffed a huge chunk of cake into his mouth (he seemed to have forgotten about his vow that he'd never again eat a cake.)

"Then… how?" Petunia furrowed her brow. "Three weeks ago you seemed totally normal, and now… you look like that bag-of-bones cousin of yours."

"Harry?" Dudley grinned. "Well, actually it all happened at Harry's party."

"What party?" Vernon interjected.

"His birthday party, dad… not that you know when he was born, do you?"

"Should we?" Vernon grunted.

Dudley shrugged. "Never mind… so Milli and I were invited to his party. A real magic party, you know."

"Don't even try describe it, please." Petunia said.

"I need to so that you'll understand what happened. So…" suddenly Vernon's plate slipped out of his hand and started floating in mid-air, then zoomed in the direction of the staircase.

"What…?" Mr. Dursley hopped up, chasing his slice of cake. "Come back, you…" he looked at his daughter-in-law. "D'you think this is funny? Well, I don't. Give me my cake back!"

"But I wasn't doing anything, Mr. Dursley!" Millicent retorted.

"Who was it, then?" Petunia raised an eyebrow, suspiciously glaring at Millicent. Mr. Dursley gave up chasing his cake and reached for another slice, taking place on the sofa, next to his wife.

"Er… let me continue the story." Dudley said hastily. "So… I happened to choke on a slice of Harry's birthday cake…" in that instant the tray with the remaining slice of the cake rose up into the air. "I… choked on a slice of cake…" Dudley tried to continue, but didn't manage.

"Now enough is enough!" Vernon bawled at Millicent. "Either you stop that or leave my house at once, you filthy little…"

"All right! I'm leaving!" she stood up. "And I'll never come back again!"

"Good!" Petunia and Vernon replied in unison.

"If she leaves, then I also leave." Dudley stood up, too. "And you'll never see me again."

"But Dudley… this… this… woman… bewitched you!" his mother breathed. "I'm sure she put a charm on you and is controlling whatever you do!"

"I'd never ever control him, Mrs. Dursley." Millicent declared with such dignity that no one supposed she had in her.

"Not controlling him, eh?" Vernon growled. "Then how do you explain his behaviour?"

"There's no use thinking that she's bewitched me, dad!" Dudley replied. "Or maybe yes…"

Both his parents gasped.

"…she did bewitch me, at the first minute I saw her. And yes, she's keeping me under her control… by the love I feel for her. Yes, she keeps me spellbound. But that isn't bad, dad. It's wonderful…" he slipped an arm around his wife. "I love her, mum."

"Ooooooh, my little Dudlickins!" Petunia burst into tears and gathered both her son and daughter-in-law into a firm embrace.

"Hey, Petunia… you're stifling them." Vernon pulled her away from the young couple. "Let's go back, shall we?"

"Millicent?" Dudley looked at his wife with a look pleading her to give his parents one last chance.

"All right." she nodded, accepting his offered hand.

As they all sat back down to the table, the silver tray returned – empty.

"Is it that dog again?" Petunia looked at Vernon. "I've told the neighbour a thousand times not to let his damned dog wander around… it has come into the house at least four times now. What an insatiable furball!"

"I'll go and give him a kick." Vernon stood up and went looking for the dog that must have eaten all the cake.

"So… where was I?" Dudley asked.

"The party and the cake." his wife replied.

"Oh, yeah, that… so, there was I, choking on a cake when that guy appeared… Gideon or what was his name…"

"There's no dog in here, Petunia." Vernon came back. "Butch is tied in the neighbour's back garden. He can't have been…"

"The ghosts again?" Petunia blanched.

"Ghosts?" Dudley furrowed his brow. "I thought you called a spiritualist who told you that there were no ghosts in whole Little Whinging."

"That's right, but your mother keeps imagining things." Mr. Dursley replied, reaching out for a bottle of orange juice. "Anyone?" he asked.

"I'd like to have some, please." Millicent said, raising her glass. Just when Vernon had half-filled her glass, it had zoomed out of her hand, making Mr. Dursley spill at least two decilitres on the floor.

"Damn!" he yelled, as the glass – half filled – disappeared into hall. "Enough is enough! No one can say that I'm an impatient man, but everyone has a point when he reaches the end of his tether – and for me it's NOW!" he bellowed. "What the hell do you think of yourself, girl? Do you think you can play with us as you please?"

"It wasn't me!" Millicent rose to her feet.

"Yes, it wasn't her!" Dudley followed suit.

"Not her? NOT HER?" Petunia joined in with a shrieking voice. "Don't you take us for complete fools!"

"But you are!" Dudley cried with clenched fists. "Don't you see the obvious?"

"What? That your abnormal little wife is playing tricks on us?" his mother asked.

"Are you really that blind?" Dudley gaped. "I thought you had more sense… but I was wrong. Harry was right when seeing you for what you are: short-sighted, old-fashioned and absolutely unbearable!"

"What?" Petunia clutched at her heart. "D…dudders…"

"You are pathetic." Dudley shook his head. "I'm ashamed of being a Muggle like you."

"Son!" Vernon breathed. "You… you don't know what you are saying! You must be ill!"

"No, I'm not ill, just slim!" he retorted. "Having lost seventy kilos seems to have caused me to lose my hostile attitude towards magic! It seems to have opened my eyes and now I see clearly… see what idiots I have for parents!"

"Dudley! Take it back! How dare you insult us after having brought you up, given you everything you ever wanted…"

"I'll take it back as soon as you also take back what you said about my wife!"

"Your wife…" Vernon's eyes became slits as he looked at his daughter-in-law. "Your wife got what she deserved! A low-down, abnormal, hocus-pocusing little tramp!"

"Just as low-down and abnormal as your son?" Millicent asked.

"What?" Petunia blinked. "Dudley was never abnormal!"

"Exactly." Vernon nodded.

"It's not about me. Have you really never… never realised why so many funny things have been happening around here? Especially around David?" Dudley asked.

"We…" Petunia started.

"…just…" continued Vernon.

"…thought…"

"…there were…"

"…ghosts." Petunia finished.

"Hah! Ghosts!" Millicent smirked. "Look at your ghost!" she pointed at something, behind the Dursley couple.

Petunia and Vernon turned around to see David, toddling in their direction with whipped-cream-smeared face.

"Holy… heavens…" Petunia breathed. "He's… he's standing, Vernon! Walking!"

"And eating a cake! At the age of seven months…" Vernon whispered.

"And it's not everything." Dudley added.

"No?" his parents breathed, knowing the worst was to come.

"No. He's a wizard."

A/N2: next chapter will be dealing with Harry and Ginny's reaction to the cruel truth. Stay tuned – and review!