J: you wrote: "I appreciate the fact that you write according to what your readers want." Hehe, don't be so sure about it. In the third story I'll be writing tons of things that my readers won't be happy about. I'm evil, LOL :)
C-chan: sorry, I haven't read Ella enchanted.
Aretha: uh, sorry? I didn't understand what you wanted. Did you mean that my fic was NC17 (which is definitely not), or did you want me to read that other fic called Relief comes like a flock of bird? I really didn't understand what you wanted.
rebkos: what? Harry a limpet? A limpet is a sea-shell like creature, isn't it?
princesswitch: I don't think you could marry a story :))
Incubo Artistico: Ginny performed the anti-conceptus charm four days after she got pregnant with Lily, so she was kind of late with it and could no more prevent the pregnancy. She only became a Parselmouth weeks after Lily was born.
KristenMichelle: yes, getting pregnant with Lily was an unfortunate accident and had nothing to do with the Parseltongue thing (because Ginny hadn't been one back then)
Jeanine23Dr: no, I'm not naming the triplets anything like marie jose, don't worry. Read my answer to Black Ice (below). You asked why I didn't get an msn messenger. Truth be told I don't have time for it. Once in a while I chat on ICQ, but only when I have more than 20 minutes to spend online – and I usually don't have time to be online more than 20-25 minutes. All the time I spend online I browse on ffnet and schnoogle and gryffindortower, so there's no time left for chatting. Sorry. We can still exchange emails, I can write those offline.
Eclectus: you know, too many people keep telling me to go to schnoogle, but last week I read the terms of use there and didn't understand a word of that law-rubbish. So I guess I don't even stand a chance to archive my fics there. But at least they will be archived on gryffindortower, as I said above :) There will be only one other kid named after a movie character – Ron and Herm will have a son called Rupert. But Rupert won't have more than 4 lines in the whole story #3. Aaron and Desideria are happily living in Azgard and they'll be back for the last chapter. No, Ginny won't have 15 kids, she was just joking – there's something called condom, you know :)) No, I haven't heard of the Chinese Cinderella.
maureen: what? You have a withdrawal when I'm not posting? And you are waiting for the updates of this fic more than for book five? I can't believe it! (But I'm happy and flattered:)
zzxm: the exact words of Harry's third wish was "make all my descendants be magic." About Dan's birthday – Harry will give an explanation in the final chapter.
Nefertiri: yes, it was me who made Sirius fall in love with Rosmerta. Thanks for the encouragement, your opinion means a lot to me.
Black Ice: I already have names for the triplets: Robert, Richard and Rose. I've liked the name Robert ever since I saw the Onedin Line (I guess you haven't seen it, but Robert was a silly guy who always made me laugh, and the triplets will also be funny). Richard is IMHO a beautiful name – it reminds me of Richard the Lionheart, and that is an appropriate name for a Potter. Rose is just cute and I like Titanic :)
NuttyBuddy: yes, rest assured that the next book will be damn long. The average chapter-length will be two, three and even four times longer than in this story.
apple-pie: welcome in the SW fanclub! Don't be sad about the fic ending! You can give me your email-address and I'll notify you when the next story comes out.
aurora riddle: don't worry, the length of your reviews is just perfect :)
Lupin's Angel: "Five points to Gryffindor" – said professor AgiVega.
MauiGoddess3: I don't know when I'll start posting the third fic. It'll take me a while to finish the story, I'm only around the 3/4 of it and the hardest part is yet to come. Unfortunately I'm very busy with schoolwork so I can't write quick enough. I'm glad you liked my new drawing.
K. C. Hunter: feel free to name Sirius's sister's friend after me and in case the story's not too long, tell me what the title is – I'm interested in it. I don't think anyone has named a character after me before :) So, you thought that the last chapter had a bit of light? Well, then this one will have a lot of it! The third story will seem to be much more light-hearted than this one, but only at the beginning. It will turn dark later, so be prepared.
Rab: yes, Harry and Ginny will have more kids after the triplets, but definitely less than 15 :) It was April in the last chapter, but in this one you'll see that it's already June. The final chapter will take place in December.
starheart: read my answer to Eclectus (above). I hope you're feeling better.
X-Tow-Naga: H and G will be using condoms, because I don't want to subject them to something as drastic as an operation. I hate operations, yuck!
romina: the next story will have about 30 chapters, but I'm only on the 24th.
Kit Cloudkicker: Filch was mad because he had been happy about Harry having a squib for a son just like he was, and the fact that Harry's son became magic while he didn't, riled him up. He wasn't even thinking when he started tearing the book.
Hermione Weasley: there will not be a weird plot twist, but there will be some 'upsetting and unnerving the reader' in the last chapter.
Blondie in Disguise: read my answer to romina (above)
Lizzie: what happened to Sirius? Well, he's been going out with Madame Rosmerta.
Pamela-potter-24: what? You have read this story BEFORE The greatest scandal? Weird! Read my answers to Eclectus, Black Ice and NuttyBuddy.
LilGinny: oh my, have I ignored you last time? It wasn't deliberate, believe me! I'm glad you liked my drawings on gryffindortower! But they aren't the best there, IMHO Lisa Rourke's are the best (well, most of them, though I don't really like her Quidditch Harry). I could never draw like her, she's very talented. Read my answer to Black Ice.
Any last requests: what is a Hazmeister? ('haz' in Hungarian means 'house' and 'meister' in German means 'master', but I don't know what the two together mean.)
SiriDragon: I'm glad that I managed to write something touching. No, Aaron and his wife didn't go into Harry, they just left Durmstrang for their home: Azgard. You'll see them in next chapter again.
Crazycutee831: yes, the next story will take place 11 years after this one and it will be focusing on Daniel at Hogwarts. There will be lots of Potter and Weasley kids (and even other kids with family names that I'm not telling now, but you can guess them from this chapter and the next one :))
star queen: Sirius will have about two lines in the last chapter.
Also thanks to: Kamatazi Yumi, Katie Bell, The-Girl-Who-Lived, Lana Riddle, Houou, jen, White Raven, VWW, PadmeSkywalker, AmandaPanda, Elfangor 19, goldenstar555, princess Ginny, TaMaraR, Arif, Lady Python, 2Coolio, Alexander Phoenix, sk8reagle, twinkle toes, Sherylyn, fan
Chapter 38 A Dursley family get-together15th June
"Happy Birthday, Dudley!" Millicent cooed, giving her husband a smacking kiss on the cheek.
"Happy birthday!" added Harry and Ginny.
"Make a wish!" Millicent said. Dudley looked contemplative for a while, then bent down and blew away the candles on his cake.
As they were sitting on blankets in the garden of the young Dursley couple, eating the cake, Harry couldn't help but wonder the irony of life.
Here was Dudley who had hated him for seventeen years and whom he had hated for the same length of time. Now Dudley did not only NOT hate him, but he even invited him and Ginny to his birthday-party, held in family circle. No one else had been invited, but the Potters. *Had Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon known that their son invited me and them not, they'd surely freak out.* Harry thought, watching as their little Lily was playing with David Dursley. They seemed to have befriended each other, which was good – they'd be going to Hogwarts together, after all.
A Dursley at Hogwarts… what a thought!
"…and how exactly have you managed to lose so much weight, Millicent?" Ginny asked, reaching for a second helping of cake. She was constantly hungry – she was eating for four.
"Oh…" Millicent chuckled. The change to her body was particularly conspicuous on her face that had become thinner and considerably prettier. "You remember that unfortunate event at Harry's birthday party… with Gilderoy Lockhart?" Ginny nodded. "Well… it wasn't that unfortunate, after all. Dudley lost seventy kilos… and Lockhart got so self-confident that he included this type of slimming method into the services of his beauty salon. Now it's running better than ever, and there's barely a fat witch left in Great Britain. All of them are going to his salon and get slimmed. I did it, too. Your mother… I think she should also consider…"
"My mother's okay the way she is." Ginny said. "Dad loves her that way. There's something to grope on her, you know…"
Millicent giggled. "More tart?"
"Yes, please." Ginny nodded.
"Dear." Harry cut in. "Three slices were just enough. You'll get fat if you continue eating like this."
"Oh, come on, Harry, I'll go to Lockhart's if needed!" she replied.
"No way!" Harry laughed. "I'm not letting Gilderoy near you!"
"Sorry, but she'll be near him… he's also invited along with his wife." Dudley replied. "It seems I have forgotten to mention this to you…"
"What? Gilderoy's coming here?" Harry was surprised.
"By the way, speaking about Lockhart, have you heard that he and Anck-sun-Amun finally got married?" Millicent asked.
"Have they?"
"Er… they had to." Dudley smirked. "The baby's coming."
"Oh… that poor, poor child!" Harry shook his head. "I can already see him in my mind's eye: blue eyes, long, curly blonde hair and the firm belief that he's the centre of the universe."
"Maybe he'll take after his mother." Ginny suggested. "I just hope that Percy's child WON'T take after his father."
"Percy Weasley? He's going to be a father?" Millicent asked, watching the children out of the corner of her eye.
"Yeah… unfortunately." Harry sighed. "Since we returned to England in April, we haven't heard anything else from him, but singing praises of his future son, who, in his opinion, is going to be the next Minister for Magic."
"It'd be a sad day for Great Britain's wizarding community when someone with Percy's qualities sat into the chair of the Minister." Ginny sighed. "Lily, where are you going?" she called after her daughter, who didn't seem to have heard her. Little Lily Potter was following Davie in the direction of the garden's gate. Two people were standing there, peering into the garden. Ginny nudged Harry, who looked up, squinting in the early afternoon sunshine. Even with the sun blurring his vision, Harry managed to recognise the two figures.
Vernon and Petunia Dursley.
"Hey!" Harry nudged Dudley, making him look at the gate.
Dudley stood up, frowning. "What do they want here?"
"Maybe they want to congratulate on your birthday." Millicent shrugged, also standing up, smoothing her short skirt that fitted her lithe figure perfectly. She took her husband's hand and they walked to the Dursley parents.
As Harry watched them walk away from him and Ginny, he had to admit that they looked extremely good together: both slim, Dudley handsome (in Ginny's opinion downright sexy in his tight-fitting jeans) and Millicent also much nicer than she had been earlier.
Harry helped his wife off the ground and they stared at the people standing by the fence. They were too far to see Vernon and Petunia's faces or hear their voices, but Harry was sure that something… emotional was going on between the Dursley parents and the younger Dursley couple.
He saw that Dudley opened the gate, letting his parents in, and Petunia immediately crouched down and snatched up Davie, holding him tight. From the clearly visible shaking of her body Harry presumed that she was crying.
Dudley motioned his parents to the house.
As Vernon and Petunia reached the Potters, Vernon gave Harry an annoyed look.
"Hullo, Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia."
Mr. Dursley's moustache twitched, as if he was trying to convince his mouth not to answer, but Dudley gave him a rather nasty look, so he eventually forced out a short hello.
"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley." Ginny also greeted them.
"Your wife, eh?" Vernon knitted his eyebrows.
"Yes. She's Ginny." Harry smiled, putting an arm around her.
"And this is your daughter." Vernon pointed at Lily, who looked rather miffed by the fact that Petunia was holding his new friend in her arms, keeping him out of Lily's reach.
"Yes, she is." Harry nodded.
That was the first time Petunia looked down at the little girl – and she gasped in surprise, almost dropping Davie.
"Lily!" she breathed.
"Yeah, that's her name." Ginny nodded.
"No… I mean… Lily Evans." Petunia stammered. "My… sister." she knelt down, putting her son on the grass. "Lily…" she suddenly reached out and gathered the small girl into an embrace. Lily did not like this.
"Mummy!" she squealed for Ginny, who gently peeled Petunia's arms off her daughter.
"My gosh…" Petunia stood up. "She is the spitting image of her… incredible…"
"Yeah, sure, incredible." Vernon snorted. "And she's just as abnormal as your sister, I presume!"
"Don't dare insult my daughter!" Harry growled at his uncle. "I have taken all the abuses from you for sixteen years, I put up with your whims all along, I endured the mistreatment without a word… but I'm not letting you call my daughter abnormal!"
"Let's… move into the house, shall we?" Millicent cut in, seeing that the situation was becoming aggravated.
Petunia scooped her little son up again and everyone headed for the house.
"What about the cake?" Dudley asked.
Harry looked around to make sure that no neighbours were looking, then pulled out his wand, pointing it at the tablecloth with the cake and all the food, that immediately rose into the air and whooshed into the house.
Vernon gasped for breath, clutching at his heart. "How… how dare you… in front of me?"
"You're right, I shouldn't do magic in front of normal Muggles, uncle, but you do not count." Harry grinned at him and entered the house.
Soon they all sat down in the living room, Ginny holding Lily (who was still shocked by having been embraced by such an ugly old 'hag' like Petunia) and Petunia holding Davie (who got bored of this ugly old hag and started crying for Millicent).
"I see you have nicely furnished the house." Vernon stated, looking around. "No signs of your abnormality…" he added contentedly, examining the curtains closer. "What funny material is this?" he caught it with his hands, feeling it. It felt oddly cold.
"Snow." Millicent shrugged.
"Snow? In June?" Vernon furrowed his brow, letting go of the curtain as if it had not been cold, but extremely hot. "M…magic, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is." Dudley nodded. "And I think it looks cool. Harry's wife has just taught Milli how to make curtains of snowflakes."
Petunia wrinkled her nose, but she had to admit that it looked pretty. Ginny had learnt this charm from Aaron back at Durmstrang. Since Aaron and Desideria had given Harry's powers back, they had been living in Azgard. They had sent seagulls to all of their friends (that far in the North no owls were available), telling them about their happiness, and – to Hermione's surprise – they had sent her wand back to her. Aberforth, McGonagall and Krum also got their wands back through seagull-post after Aaron found them in Anor's room.
Aaron also promised Dennis in a mail that he and his wife would visit him in Great Britain over the summer. Dennis got so excited by the news that he wasn't properly paying attention to the final task of the Triwizard Tournament, when they had to save polar bears from ice-floes. (This task was to be carried out on a deserted coast of the Finnish Bay because Durmstrang's lake wasn't big enough for it). Of course the champions' way to the bears was made dangerous by various obstacles and vicious – though half-frozen – merpeople. Dennis got into a bit of trouble with a rather ugly mermaid, while Guillaume slipped on an ice-floe and fell into the water. This way Mileta won the third task, and by two points she overtook Dennis, winning the tournament as well. Dennis became the second and the French boy the third. Dennis, however, didn't mind that he hadn't won. He was happy enough about Mileta's happiness.
"Ze only reazon why Mileta won is zat Durmstrang is ze 'ost school. Last time 'Ogwarts won because zey were ze 'osts." Guillaume declared after the third task. "Next time Beaxbatons will be ze 'ost and we shall win."
"Of course, because someone else will be the Beaxbatons champion then, not you." Dennis grinned, taking Mileta by the hand, leading her away from the miffed French boy and the rather furious Madame Maxime, who took it as personal insult that it was the second time that Beaxbatons' champion got the fewest points in the tournament.
Harry, who had returned to Durmstrang for a single day to judge at the third task, tried to console Olympe.
She, however, was inconsolable. "It iz time zat Rubeus and me had a child." she said. "Then our child will be a Beaxbatons student and when ze times comes he'll become a champion and beat 'Ogwarts and Durmstrang."
Harry tried to picture a half-giant champion and thought that it'd be a bit of an unfair advantage, but he didn't voice his opinion, only nodded. "I also think you and Hagrid should have a baby, Madame Maxime. He'd be a terrific father." in thought he added: *I just would like to see any babysitter dealing with a baby who weighs 30 kilos at birth.*
All in all, the tournament ended all right, and McGonagall didn't look a bit sad that Dennis didn't win. She was simply too delighted about being with Aberforth to feel sad.
Harry was overjoyed to see the old couple being so happy, and he also felt relieved that young Creevey and Ms. Krum also got on so well with each other. He only felt sorry for Viktor, who was still alone. He strongly hoped that one day Viktor'd overcome his hopeless love for Hermione… and he also hoped that one day Draco would also forget Ginny.
"Dear?" Ginny's voice shook Harry out of reveries.
"Huh?" Harry looked around, realising that he was still in Dudley's house.
"Millicent was asking you about the upcoming match." his wife replied.
"Oh, that…" Harry nodded. "Well… what do you want to know about it?"
"Are you nervous?" was Millicent's first question.
"Um… a bit. Neville's become a darn good Seeker. He's surely going to give me quite a workout."
"I have faith in you, dear." Ginny kissed him on the cheek. "Neville's no better than you."
"Maybe not… but no worse than me, either. I have seen him play Quidditch…"
"Squid ditch?" aunt Petunia asked.
"Quidditch." Harry, Ginny and Millicent answered in unison.
"Is that… that… world cup thing, isn't it?" Vernon growled.
"Ah, what good memory you have, uncle." Harry smiled.
"Um, dad…" Dudley cut in to turn the conversation off magic. "You still haven't told us why you're here. To wish me happy birthday, or what? You haven't even brought presents! How unusual…"
"We wanted to…" Petunia said, "…but your father's new company car doesn't have a boot big enough for all your forty-one presents, dear."
"Forty-one?" Dudley gaped. "But mum… dad… I have grown up, you know… I'm not that same old Duddy who got hysteric if he didn't get enough presents. I'm an adult now, and…" his voice faltered, "…having you here is enough of a present for me."
"Oh, Duddy!" Petunia jumped up to gather her 'little' son into her arms. "Duddy, forgive us, please!"
"Mum… it's not me who you should ask for forgiveness." Petunia looked at Millicent. "No, not even Milli. It's David."
His mother let go of him, sobbing. "Oh, Duddy… you have no idea what I felt like when I realised that Davie was gone… of course I knew that you two took him, still… I felt terrible… and your father, too." she looked at Vernon, who was pretending to be looking out the window and not listening. "He denied it, of course… but he still missed him. That's… that's why we're here now." she glanced at her younger son, who was chasing Lily around the table. "We want him back."
"What?" Millicent gasped. "No way!" she bent down and scooped up the little boy, who started to throw a tantrum, demanding to be put down. Millicent, however, didn't release him. She was clutching him so tightly as if fearing that Petunia would simply tear him out of her hands.
"I agree with Milli." Dudley said. "You two will never understand and like magic, mum. Neither you, nor dad understand it, and you still hate it, admit it. You'd always have problems with Davie doing unintentional magic, you know. You're too old and always so nervous… you just couldn't control a wizard child. Remember how much you freaked out when Davie made the cake fly… and that was only the beginning. This little tyke here has more magic in himself than you'd possibly imagine."
"But… Diddy!" Petunia yelled. "He's MY SON!"
"But I'm his mother!" Millicent retorted. "I can understand him and control his magic activities until he goes to Hogwarts. You cannot, Petunia. I have been his mother for almost a year, and I'm not giving him back to you now!"
"He is our son!" Vernon rumbled. "My son!"
Dudley straightened his back – this way looking much taller than his father – and said: "For you he'd always remain an abnormal little being! No matter how much you'd love him, you'd never be able to treat him normally! You get sick whenever you have to utter the word 'magic'! How could you bring him up properly, huh? Anyway, you had your chance with him, but you forfeited it. Now Millie and I are Davie's parents. You, of course, may come and visit him whenever you want, but only as his… grandparents."
"Grandparents?" Petunia blanched. "Me? A grandmother?" she clutched at her chest.
Harry grinned at Ginny – they were thoroughly enjoying themselves.
"I guess we'd better leave, honey." Harry said. "Let them deal with this on their own… hehe… grandma Petunia…"
Ginny took Lily into her arms, and – after giving the outraged Dursley parents a last glance – they walked out to the door.
However, they couldn't exit, because at the door they practically bumped into two familiar figures.
"Gilderoy!" Harry said.
"Oh, Harry boy!" Lockhart pulled him into a firm embrace. "How nice to see you again!"
"Yeah, very nice." Harry entangled himself from the other wizard's arms. "Ah, hello, Sunny."
"Hi, Harry." Anck-sun-Amun smiled at him. He felt himself blushing a bit – Sunny had once been head over heals in love with him.
"Oh, Gilderoy! Sunny! Do come in, please!" Millicent hopped up from the sofa, put Davie down and hurried to the door. "And you two, Harry and Ginny, you aren't planning to leave yet, are you?"
Harry gave his wife a questioning look, then they shrugged and returned into the living room.
The Lockharts followed them and took place in an armchair that was big enough for both of them. They greeted the older Dursley couple who only nodded, both of them eyeing the newcomers with suspicion. Petunia was holding her younger son again – she had scooped him up right after Millicent put him down.
"Your present." Gilderoy handed a pink-wrapped package to Dudley.
Dudley opened the gift that contained a big box full of sky-blue flasks with the emblem of a pair of sapphire blue eyes that kept winking. All flasks had the script GLBS, AAT, and for Men on them. Dudley opened one of the bottles. "After shave?" he smelled it.
"After shave, cleansing lotion, scrub, hair gel, moisturising lotion, body conditioning creme, rehydrating toner, recovering night creme, tea-tree oil, spray and everything." Gilderoy said, beaming. For the first time in his life Harry saw Gilderoy in his element. This was really what he was destined for: to run a beauty shop and sell cosmetics with his own name on them.
"Er, thanks, Gilderoy, they're cool." Dudley said with forced smile.
Harry saw that Anck-sun-Amun was fighting with her facial muscles to stay indifferent but she was on the verge of bursting out laughing.
"Er… may I ask what these abbreviations stand for?" Dudley asked. "GLBS?"
"Gilderoy Lockhart's Beauty Salon, of course!" Gilderoy straightened himself proudly.
"AAT?"
"Against Animal Testing." came the answer. "You know when I first tried to test an aloe propolis creme on a yeti, it gave me a black eye. Since then I've decided to resort from animal testing in my own interest."
"Oh, I thought you felt sorry for those poor animals." Ginny commented.
"Yeah, that too." Lockhart nodded. "Once I tested a new face powder on a doxy who accidentally suffocated from the powder. Poor one…" Gilderoy sniffed and started looking for a tissue in the several pockets of his mauve robes. "Then there was that accident with the unicorn… I used a special tail-hair growing potion on it… and all his tail-hairs fell out! It almost gored me, that unicorn!"
No wonder that Dudley started eyeing his presents with a rather dubious expression.
"I heard you were going to become a father, Gilderoy." Harry said. "Congrats."
"Oh, thanks." the blonde wizards flashed him with a 32 teeth-smile and put an arm around his wife. "Wonderful, isn't it, Sunny? Our son will be the most handsome young wizard ever."
"Or the prettiest witch, you mean." Anck-sun-Amun put a hand on her slightly bulging belly and caressed it. "Really, Millicent, Dudley, aren't you planning to have another baby?" she clearly didn't know that little David was Dudley's brother, not his son.
"Well…" Dudley looked at his mother who was clutching Davie. "We might have another baby some time, but for the time being our son is just enough."
"Oh, I see." Sunny nodded. "A child means a really great responsibility. Good that your son has such a caring grandma and grandpa." she smiled at Petunia and Vernon, assuming that they were Dudley's parents. She didn't understand why Petunia turned as white as a sheet and why Vernon's face turned a nasty shade of blackcurrant. "Really, Ginny is it true that you're having triplets?"
"Yeah, that's true." Ginny smiled. "I fear I'm going to turn as fat as a whale… but I still could ask your husband to put me right, right?"
"Any time, my sweet." Gilderoy bowed slightly. "After the initial difficulties my slimming charm has become the best you can get in England and on the whole continent. Witches are coming from all parts of Europe just to get slimmed at Gilderoy Lockhart's Beauty Salon!"
"What do you mean by initial difficulties?" Harry asked.
"Oh, you know… when I accidentally turned Dudley slim, I had no idea how I did it. You remember I only wanted him to spit out the slice of cake he was choking on… so I started experimenting and the results weren't exactly spiffing at first…"
"Why, what did you do?" Millicent was curious.
"Oh, you know…" Gilderoy hesitated, "I tried the charm on a rather fat house-elf who volunteered for the tests for one galleon a day… first time I turned him into a troll! A rather fat troll, that is… Then I turned him into a plate of calorie-free fried chicken… well, that was the first step: it was calorie-free at least. After three months of vain experimenting Sunny accidentally found the right charm. Since then this house-elf is the richest elf in Great-Britain. Really, Mr. Dursley," he turned to Vernon, "you could use a bit of my slimming-charm."
"What? Me?" Vernon's eyes widened with fear. "No, thank you!"
"But it's free, just today, just for you!" Gilderoy offered.
"No, thanks." Vernon shook his head with a terrified expression. "I love being fat! But… couldn't you by any chance… turn my wife twenty years younger?"
That was the moment when Petunia gasped, jumped up, dropped David into Millicent's lap and stormed out of the house.
A/N2: I know this was short and not exciting at all, but many of you said that you were missing the good ol' Dursleys, and I also wanted to show a bit more of them and of my beloved Gildy.
One more chapter to go and the show's over. You can still leave your email-addresses in the review to get a note when I start uploading the third fic.