"Well we will be leaving tomorrow, but we have to make a pit stop I have somebody who I have had yet to visit and have been intending to…" Lily said darkly, yet she had a smile plastered on her face.

Whether it was one of mischief, happiness, wickedness or all three, they could not tell but all they knew was that tomorrow would probably prove to be quite an interesting day.

Early the following morning, Harry found himself standing in the middle of the hallway, of Grimmauld place, kissing Ginny goodbye. They (Harry and his family) were leaving for their week of family fun, and as much as Harry wanted to spend time with his family, he was definitely going to miss the Weasley's; more importantly Ginny.

"All right guys it's time to breathe," Ron interrupted. His face showed utter revulsion at the sight of his best mate and little sister. As much as he approved of Harry and Ginny he had no desire whatsoever to watch them snog each others lips off.

Reluctantly, they broke apart grinning like mad before settling for one last hug goodbye.

"Write to me?" Ginny whispered in his ear.

"Course I will" Harry whispered back.

"Alright you lovebirds, it is time to get going" James said beaming at his son, he remembered similar days in his past when he and lily were in similar shoes as Harry and Ginny love sick puppies come to think of it they still were very much so.

"Coming dad," Harry said. The words 'mum' and 'dad' still seemed foreign to him but he was getting used at saying them.

"Well see you guys in a week" Lily said as she laid her pinky finger on the wooden manikin that they were using for their portkey.

"Bye guys see you soon" Sirius spoke up waving and smiling at the clan of potters. Sirius was still buzzing with excitement from the past couple days in which he had been claimed innocent and had his best friends come back into his life after fifteen years, yes it definitely called for happiness.

The rest of the potters grabbed hold of the portkey and were whisked off, to their 'pit stop.'

Harry, Brandon, and Isabelle had not yet been told were they were visiting as Lily and James had decided to keep it from them until the last moment; they had their reasons. Reasons being they did not want Harry trying to persuade them out of going, this was something that needed to be done even if Harry did not like it.

They landed hard and Harry collapsed from the impact. He got up rubbing his thigh on which he had landed, and looked around. He immediately recognized were he was, it was one of the many places in the world that he swore he would never return to, yet here he was standing at the corner of Privet Drive.

"What- what are we doing here?" Harry asked, although he already knew the answer.

"Look Harry we know that you probably don't want us to but we need to visit the Dursley's" James spoke; he spat the word dursley like it was some foul poison.

"I need to speak with my sister, Harry" Lily said defiantly, that gleam back in her eyes. Though this time Harry could clearly identify it as a gleam of wickedness, and he suddenly very much did not want to be Petunia Evans; not that he ever had. He could never imagine being married to Vernon Dursley or anyone like him, much less have a son like Dudley.

Harry shoulders slumped in defeat, "just don't hurt them too bad," he murmured.

"Harry son, they hurt you for fifteen years. They deserve whatever we give them," James spoke firmly to his son.

The group walked slowly down the road, silence surrounded them all, and there was no need for noise.

Harry was dead nervous, the last time he had seen the Dursley's had not been entirely pretty what would happen when they saw him this time, let alone him and his guests.

They reached number 6, and the next house over was number four. Harry was now in the lead; he was shaking ever so slightly but tried not to let it show.

Isabelle and Brandon stood directly behind there brother, they were eager to see the people that had brought him up. They had heard from their parents and from Harry's friends that his aunt, uncle, and cousin were not the nicest of characters in the bunch but they had not dwelled on the subject. They wanted to know what had gone on here for themselves.

Lily and James stood behind their children, holding each others hands. Lily was somewhat nervous about seeing her sister after so long a time but the rest and majority of her was just pure rage, she had gotten the jest of what had gone on here from Sirius and Remus as Harry was unwilling to say, and she thought it something he wished not to bring up.

James himself was no peach he was livid with the Dursley's that had dared to touch his child… that had the audacity to mess with a potter, much more his son.

Harry led the group over to the side of the house and stopped to face them all.

"Wait here" he said, pleading with his eyes that they listen to him.

They all seemed to understand that he needed to face them alone first, and they respected it by staying put.

James ruffled his son's hair fondly and smiled down at him, before letting him go.

Harry walked slowly away from his family trying his best to control his nerves; he never imagined having to return here.

He walked up the path, searching inside himself for the bout of courage he would need to just knock on the door. He found the guts and grasped them firmly. Before he could turn away he knocked confidently on the door.

All confidence was lost when a few seconds later Vernon Dursley answered.

"What are you doing here, I refuse to let you back in this house you useless freak. Honestly your parents are better off dead at least they don't have to deal with you anymore," Vernon jeered in his booming voice.

With in an instance Lily, James, Isabelle, and Brandon were by Harry's side each of them with rage written on their faces. With them backing him up, Harry found the sudden bravery to do something that he had wanted to do for the longest time but was never in a position to do so; he punched that big oaf promptly in the nose letting loose some of his rage.

It was one thing to insult Harry; it was another entirely when you insulted his friends and family. With the hate that went behind his punch Vernon was nearly knocked off his feet, but managed to remain standing though he could not stop the flow of blood protruding from his nostrils and down his chin.

"Care to repeat that," James spoke calmly though it was evident somewhere in his tone that he was livid with the portly muggle.

"PETUNIA" Vernon screeched, still holding his nose.

Petunia came through the living room to see what the commotion was all about, her face turned a shade of ghost as she saw her sister in the flesh.

"Hello 'tunia,' Lily said in an overly sweet voice.

Petunia it seemed was petrified to see her 'dead' sister and her 'dead' husband standing on her doorstep, it was too much for her to bear and she abruptly fainted.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE BOY!" Vernon shrieked opening his mouth once again.

"Allow me to introduce my family' Harry said indicating those that were standing behind him.

"It can't be. Your family is dead," Vernon laughed evilly.

Lily walked past her son and her git of a brother-in-law and over to her 'dear' sister. With out delay she slapped her across the face, in order to revive her well that was the story she was sticking with at least.

Petunia quickly sat up as she remembered what had happened minutes before.

"Lil"

"Don't you 'lil' me you don't deserve to speak again and if magical law allowed it you wouldn't, but lucky for you they don't so you can just settle in and get read for an earful instead." Lily said glaring at her sister as she spoke.

"Lily, how is this possible you died… they said you died." Petunia said softly unable to believe that her sister was once again standing before her.

"Well they were wrong but I don't merit you worthy enough to here the truth so stop stalling"

Petunia looked down ashamed, she was all ears for the yelling she knew that she had warranted.

"Ahem," Lily started clearing her throat and ready to yell it hoarse, "HOW DARE YOU TREAT MY SON LIKE THAT. HONESTLY WERE THINGS THAT BAD WITH ME THAT YOU HAD TO RESORT TO ABUSING MY SON ONCE I WAS 'GONE'. HOW PATHETIC CAN YOU GET! WE MAY HAVE NEVER GOTTEN ALONG BUT I CAN GUARANTEE HAD THE SITUATION BEEN REVERSED DUDLEY WOULD HAVE GROWN UP CARED FOR AND LOVED AS IF HE WERE MY OWN! WHY DID YOU DO IT WHAT POSSESSED YOU TO HURT AN INNOCENT BOY!"

"He was hardly innocent," Vernon sneered.

"SHUT UP YOU GREAT OAF," lily shrilled.

Vernon fell silent under Lily's wrath.

"How could you 'tunia that is such a betrayal of … family, my trust, everything. How could you?" Lily finished quieter and more upset.

Emotion spread in petunia that had not surfaced for so long.

"I'm- I'm sorry lily, your right I was horrible, please forgive me, I'm so- so- so sorry," Petunia said tears sparkling in her eyes and running down her cheeks. Her sister was not only alive and well but was right as she used to always be. She had treated Harry like scum beneath the scum, how could she have?

Lily shook her head, "The old policy was forgive and forget but this time you stretched the limit and…sorry just isn't good enough this time petunia," tears were in her own eyes as she declined her sister forgiveness.

Harry stood still watching the conversation. It shocked him that his mother had such a temper but then again his had to have come from somewhere. And petunia never in his life had he seen her so flawed and earthly, never had he seen her with any heart but a cold one… one that did not accept him. Now the truth had finally broken through the iceberg and come out. Petunia loved her sister, but had jealousy issues bigger than Europe; these issues had stopped them pursuing their sisterly relationship as well as stopped him from having any relationship with his aunt other than one if hate. And all this division over something as silly as blood wizard blood and muggle blood; How he hated all the segregation, it was even in his own family.

"Please lily, please forgive me" Petunia begged as if life depended on it.

Lily took up her stubborn attitude and shook her head; a solid NO.

"Harry? Please?" Petunia said now begging Harry for his forgiveness.

All those horrible memories flooded through his mind.

Three years old- his aunt was yelling at him for coming into their room. He had only done so in the first place because he had a nightmare and was scared to be alone in his dark cupboard…

Five years old- 'you're as stupid as they come' his aunt screeched at him. As he came up to her with his finger bleeding from a paper cut he accidentally received. All he wanted was a band- aid…

Seven years old- his aunt standing by as his uncle smacked him across the face, she was doing nothing to stop it despite his pleading eyes…

Eleven years old- he had just found out that he was a wizard, Hagrid had told him. He then found out how his aunt had known for all these years and never said a word, she hid instead behind endless lies…

Twelve years old- Harry ducked as his aunt tried to pummel him with her frying pan after he had taunted Dudley with his wand…

Thirteen years old- Aunt Marge was talking trash about his family about his aunts own flesh and blood and she just stood to the side and let her berate her family… his family…

Fourteen years old- being practically starved to death because she insisted that he to follow Dudley's ludicrous diet plan…

Fifteen Years old- standing aside as Vernon tried to kick him to the curb, doing nothing. Not showing any love for him she never had…

Thinking of these moments it seemed as though his decision would have been a final and loudly spoken 'NO' but it wasn't for he thought longer of the matter and remembered what Professor Dumbledore had said:

'But she took you…she sealed the charm I placed upon you… her blood became your refuge…' (Excerpt from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, by J.K. Rowling. Page 836)

Those words he had kept in mind, despite how bad he was treated by her and the others she kept him. She had never loved him but he felt that his life could have been far worse if it weren't for her. He could have been dead by now with out the protection she had offered and the shelter that while unwillingly was given was given all the same.

Slowly his mind fought, discussing the issue in his mind and slowly he came to his decision.

He looked at his aunts into her eyes, you could read her thoughts like a book just then; all she wanted was forgiveness.

With a nod of his head he granted her what she wished, "I… forgive you," he spoke quietly.

"Harry?" His father questioned, wondering what possessed his son to forgive the woman and family that had made his life hell for fifteen years.

"Thank you Harry-"aunt petunia started.

"But… I won- can't forget" He said shutting his eyes as once again bits of his childhood flashed in his eyes.

He could not and probably never would get rid of the memories of his childhood, but now he had his family back the ones that loved him and he hoped that maybe it was enough to forget his past and start anew.

"Right, well I am sorry just know that"

"THIS IS BLOODY RIDICULOUS, PETUNIA THEY ARE FREAKS AND I WANT THEM OUT OF THIS HOUSE NOW!" Vernon Screeched.

"They aren't freaks Vernon" Petunia said quietly dismissing her husband of expressing further trash talk.

"And don't worry we won't be staying any longer then necessary and the necessary time just ended" James snarled, glaring and pointing at the clock on the wall sarcastically.

Lily stepped up to her sister, "Goodbye Petunia, maybe one day we will see each other again."

"Yeah" Petunia said back.

The two sisters exchanged an awkward hug.

Lily had not noticed that James had taken his wand out and pointed it at an oblivious Dudley in corner. Lily had not noticed, but Harry and the twins sure had, and all they did was try and hide their laughter as their father proceeded to give his form of punishment.

A minute later the five were walking down the road once more, four out of the five with mischievous grins on their faces.

That was when they heard the definite cry of, "POTTER" come from Number Four Privet Drive.

All five of them turned around not knowing which was being called. Lily looked up to see her husband and children grinning mischievously and then glanced back at the house, she put two and two together.

"JAMES POTTER WHAT DID YOU DO?" she screamed and slapped him on the shoulder.

James cowered under his wife's yell, "just a little…improvement don't worry it will wear off in a day," he spoke, "or week" he finished in more of whisper. A smile was threatening to retake its spot on his face.

Isabelle, Brandon, and Harry snickered at this.

"Well if it was any other family, I would certainly disapprove but they deserved whatever you did to them," Lily said with a smile on her face as well. She then promptly proceeded to kiss her husband on the lips.

At such a gesture all three of their children promptly left the scene, shaking their heads with revulsion.

A.N. sorry if that was not what everyone was expecting but that was just what I pictured such an event to turn out like.

I would also just like to note that I am going to need to cut back a bit on the updating every few days for each story, as I really hate having to rush to get a chapter out so they will be coming out fast, I won't abandon, but they will just be a slight bigger gap in between updates.

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