A/N - Yes, yes i know the first chapter was short, but this one will be longer! and thank you for your reviews! Oh and for Harry's Grandparents, not sure of there names so i am planning to make them up.

Disclaimer: I did not create any of the charcters, J.K. Rowling did.

Chapter 2

Harry stood looking at his grandparents. So many questions on his mind, he was so happy to meet them, yet so angry and confused. "Come, join us in a cup of tea," the elderly lady said, smiling up at him. Harry cautiously took a seat and poured a cup of tea. "I am betting you have many questions for us," assumed Harry's grandfather. Harry gave a quick nod and took a sip. He looked up at them again, a blank expression on his face, picking his words out carefully, "Why after all this time, you finally came to see me?" growled Harry. Uncle Vernon hissed at Harry, his face going more purple. His grandmother sighed, "I guess i might as well start at the top? My name is Elizabeth, and this is my Husband or your grandfather Bert," she began looking at her tea, stirring slowly.

"My daughter, Lily received her letter for going to this school for Witches and Wizards many years ago. We were thrilled by the news, though our...other daughter was not," Elizabeth continued as she looked at Petunia angrily. "When she was 17, she started to date this young Potter boy. They eventually married and had you. Three days later this...this dark lord i believe Lord Voldasort? Any ways -" she whispered. "Lord Voldemort" Harry corrected. "Any ways, the headmaster of the school offered us to take you in, we declined because you had Lily's eyes and when we looked at you, we would see her dead," she cried. Bert bent his head down a tear dripping down his face, "We finally decided we should see you," Bert blurted. Petunia's face went white, she didn't know what to say. Uncle Vernon just looked angrier. "So you dropped this...this freak into our laps and excepted us to look after him?" bellowed Uncle Vernon.

Harry actually agreed with his Uncle, he was forced to live with a terrible family for 16 years, and now suddenly they want to meet him?

"So now you think you can waltz right back into my life?" hissed Harry. "Harry, you have to understand -" Bert began. "There is nothing TO understand!" growled Harry. Harry looked at them with a distasteful look and stormed off. "Harry you come right back here or -" Uncle Vernon. "Or what!" Harry grumbled as he slammed the door to his room.

So, they think they can come right back into my life. Where were they when my parents died, they are my grandparents!

Harry began to pace back and worth across the creaking wood floor. He didn't know what to do, go down and say sorry, stay up here hold a grudge.

He heard a hoot at the window and turned around, it was Hedwig. "Wow that was fast," he mumbled to himself opening the window. Hedwig flew in and sat on Harry's bed. He took the letter from Hedwig and read it to himself.

Harry

Got both letters and Fred and George's shop is doing great. Mum still angry at them though for not continuing the family business. Percy insulted you once again in a letter i got from him. Oh and great that you can come over mate! Hermione is over here once again. In speaking of Hermione, i should tell you that i think i fancy her. Not sure yet, but well dinner is now. Oh and we will pick you up by car on about July 31st, get you out of here on your birthday

Ron

Harry grinned. At least something good will happen on his birthday, and no surprise that he fancy's Hermione or that Percy is being a prat. He pulled out his quill and a piece of parchment for a reply.

Ron

Percy is a prat, just ignore him and you think Fred and George can get me a discount? Oh and you really like Hermione? Never would have guessed! Guess who is here right now...my grandparents. And don't get to excited because I'm not. They had the opportunity to take me in when my parents died and they declined.

Harry

Harry rolled it up and sent Hedwig on his way. "Poor Hedwig, must be tired. I bet Ron will let her rest for a night then send her back," Harry whispered.

He sprawled himself on his bed and continued to work on his potions essay. He looked over for his book to look up information, and began to look at the photo of him, Ginny, Hermione and Ron from last year. He began to examine the photo once again, especially Ginny. How much she grown up since they first met, from a shy girl to the girl that is basically dating every single guy in the school. He sighed the moved the picture and picked up his book. He heard a knock at his door, "Come in" he grumbled, not used to giving people actual permission to enter his room. It was his Grandmother. She sat on the foot of his bed, he continued to write. "Harry i know you are upset, we decided we are leaving the day after tomorrow," Elizabeth told him. Harry was quite pleased with this news. "It's your birthday on July 31st isn't it?" She asked. Harry looked at her puzzled and nodded. "Well, we thought we should give you something," She grinned. Elizabeth placed a small neatly wrapped package on the foot of his bed. Harry smiled, "Can i open it?" he chimed. She nodded genitally. He undid the green ribbon and opened the present. Inside was a box. He opened the lid inside was a wand and a photo album. He looked up at her very puzzled. "It was your mothers wand, and your parents wedding photos," she said sadly.

Harry carefully placed the wand on his desk and opened the photo album. The pictures were all moving, it was the ceremony, his mother looked very beautiful in the wedding gown. His father with the same scruffy black hair he remembered seeing in Snape's Pensieve. He smiled flipping through the pages, seeing each photo. He hoped that this would be him someday, hoping with one he truly loved, Ginny Weasley. He closed the book and placed it on his desk. He looked up at his grandmother. "Thank you," he whispered hugging her. "Early Happy 16th Birthday Harry," whispered Elizabeth.

Elizabeth crept out of the room and quietly closed the door. Harry thought to himself

This must be my best birthday ever here in Privet Drive.

The next day was relaxing and, quite pleasant. His Uncle and Aunt were generally crabby seeing Harry so pleasant and happy, He was even being polite to them. Played a few games of chess with his Grandfather, Bert and even took in Dudley's sorry excuses of name calling in with out even saying anything or threating him.

The next morning was quiet, he went downstairs to say his good byes. "Now if you ever want to get into contact with us, we do know how owl mail works, so you can send us an owl," Bert grinned. Harry hugged them, once the taxi drove off out of sight, Harry quickly ran up stairs. He didn't feel like a good day to be ruined by Dudley or Uncle Vernon or anyone else. He only had to get through two more weeks of misery from today on.

Not to Harry's disappointment, they were horrible two weeks. Uncle Vernon finally punishing Harry for that walk out when he first met his grandparents. And they were not to pleased when they found out he was going to his best friend, Ron's place on July 31st. Harry looked out the window, a day before he would leave, he turned around and looked at his room. "Time to pack" he whispered. He placed all his books in his trunk, folded the clothes and robes he needed. On the top he placed the Photo Album of his parents wedding and his mothers wand. He placed Hedwigs cage on the top, he cleared off the top of his desk and re-read the letter he got.

Harry

Thats great that you still get to meet your grandparents, any ways we will be around by car at about 4pm, Oh, and i just should warn you, Mum finally talked Percy in coming around. Dad wasn't to thrilled, neither was Fred and George, but just ignore Percy. And Fred and George of course would love to give you a discount!

Ron

Harry placed it in his jacket pocket, and got ready for bed. When his head first hit his pillow, his scar began to burn. Harry just learned to ignore the pain, it wasn't worth fretting over until he got some sort of vision.

Just one more morning, and i am out of here, until end of 6th year.