Sorry to keep you wondering so long. But I had a bunch of homework.

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"Boy! You nearly got us all killed. I have the notion to beat you to a pulp right here, right now." Uncle Veron snarled. Harry could hardly stifle a laugh. "I don't think that would be a good idea. You see all these people. They ALL know me and if they see you mistreating me, they will kill you right now." Harry said. Uncle Veron who had been trying to interrupt Harry fell silent at this remark.

As Harry took a quick glance around, he noticed he was in the miniature pup of The Leakey Cauldron. Harry walked briskly to the wooden wall next to the bar and motioned the Dursley's to follow. "Stay with me and don't go wandering off like a mad muggle. Act natural like you are a wizard and follow me." Harry whispered.

Harry pulled out his wand and tapped the special brick three times. The Dursley's stood in awe as the gateway opened to Diagon Alley. Harry led the way as the Dursley's followed him like lost puppies in the rain. Harry scanned the alley looking for his friends as he pushed his way through the crowd to Grinngots. When they reached the magnificent structure, Harry stopped and turned facing the Dursley's.

Goblins are in charge of the bank so don't take what doesn't belong to you. Understood?"  The Dursley's too speechless for words merely nodded. Harry led his Aunt, Uncle, and Cousin up to the counter. "My parents need to exchange some muggle money into galleons." Harry said to the goblin. Uncle Veron gave the goblin $500.00 still gaping. The goblin gave Harry 500 galleons back and a receipt.

"HARRY!" "DUMBLEDORE!" Harry yelled running over to the headmaster. "I see this is your Aunt and Uncle." Dumbledore murmured.  "I was hoping I could talk to them outside that scrumptious looking ice cream parlor." He added. Harry steered the Dursley's into Dumbledore, and whisked them outside quickly.

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            "I guess why you are wondering why I choose your son to become a wizard at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Dumbledore explained. "Yes, I think we all would want to know why you choose my son for your school of hocus pocus. "Well your son Dudley has some magic running in his veins. Your sister was a very powerful witch. As her sister, you have some of her blood. That blood was passed down to Dudley. His magical blood didn't show up until now. Why. Well I don't know. Dudley must attend Hogwarts. It is his destiny." Dumbledore said.

"Fine. He can go to that school, ONLY if he comes home for all holidays." Uncle Veron snapped. "Deal. I expect him on the Hogwarts express on Platform 9 ¾ on September 1. Good day." Dumbledore apperated, which left the Dursley's speechless again.

            Harry first took Dudley to Floris and Blotts. There he helped Dudley find all his spell books. Harry even helped him count the money. The next stop was Malkin's Robes for all Occasions. Madame Alexis helped Dudley with his robes while Aunt Petunia fussed over the material. There Harry pulled Uncle Veron aside. "Why are you letting Dudley go to Hogwarts? You always said you hated magic. Why?" Harry asked. "Well. Well. Well. * sigh * I guess I was always a little jealous of you and how you always got to have more experiences than Dudley. I just want him to have and equal chance in life. Just like you had." Uncle Veron stammered.

            Harry took Dudley to all the other stores. Last, he went to the wand shop. "Hello Mr. Potter and Mr. Dursley." Said Mr. Olivander. "Please hold out your wand arm." Mr. Olivander began taking a billion measurements and like he did with Harry, pulled out many different wands. After about 20 minutes, Dudley finally found his perfect wand. Dragon Heartstring. 20 inches. Oak. For a while, Dudley just looked at it with amazement.

            As Harry and the Dursley's walked back toward the Leaky Cauldron, Harry passed the Quiddich shop. With a sudden pang he remembered about Sirrus. How could he have forgotten about him like that? Harry hit his head a few times and walked away feeling extremely guilty.

            Harry reached into his bag and pulled out his Floo Powder. As everyone helped themselves to a handful, he realized there was one week until September 1st.

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Did you like it? I hope you did. I will have chapter 4 up soon. I promise. I hope you will R&R. Thanks!

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