Harry appeared on the stairs, black hair still as wild as ever, glasses no longer broken. There was an air about him that Dudley didn't recognize at first: happiness. It occured to Dudley that he'd never seen his cousin truly happy, outside of the mischievous grin that had graced his face while the letters had attacked the house or when he teased Dudley with what he now assumed - hoped - had been nonsense words.

"Hi Harry. It's been a long time."

Harry nodded, and gestured at the red headed woman who had her wand clamped between her teeth as she rewound her hair into a bun, before tucking the slender bit of wood into the mess, holding it in place.

"This is my wife, Ginny. I'd introduce you to the kids, but…" he gestured towards the back of the house. "Quidditch practice."

Dudley wondered what "Quidditch" was.

"This is my wife, Anita, and our girls Daisy and Poppy."

Ginny smiled at them all before popping down to the girls level.

"Flower names like your grandmum and aunt, eh? Lovely."

The girls beamed.

"So, ah, what brings you to visit?" Harry asked.

"Daisy here got a familiar looking letter today from a Headmistress McGonagall." Dudley stated, watching Harry's eyebrows leap up.

"Is that right?"

"It is!" Daisy agreed, finally breaking her silence. "Daddy said that you're a wizard too and can tell me all about Hogwarts and magic and classes and witches and wizards and everything!"

"Harry, aren't you going to introduce me?"

A bushy haired brunette woman walked in from the rear of the house with a smile on her face, wearing jeans and a Jane Austen t-shirt looking blessedly normal.

How many people live here, Dudley wondered to himself as another red head, male this time, walks in.

"Hermione, Ron, this is my cousin. Dudley."

The red haired man scowled at Dudley, but the bushy haired woman immediately walked over, hand outstretched. She introduced herself to Anita and gestured towards the sitting room. Poppy skipped into the room, plopping on a red velvet couch piled with gold pillows. Daisy looked around the room at the odd assortment of items on the mantle and bookshelves.

"You locked Harry in his bedroom and I had to break him out," the ginger, er, Ron, said bluntly.

Harry shot a look at Ron before gesturing to the little ears in the room.

"Ah, yes. My dad didn't handle magic well. I am not my father." The two locked eyes for a moment, before Ron acquiesced with a nod of his head.

Anita still looked confused, but Dudley gave her the standard "we'll discuss this later" look and they turned their attention towards the four adult wizards and witches on the seats across from them.

"Well, I'm sure you must know a little because of Harry, Dudley," Hermione said, smiling. "But Anita, I imagine this is something of a shock, based on your smile?"

Anita immediately blushed, ditching the forced smile she'd been wearing since they walked in the door.

"You musn't blame Dudley, of course. Families aren't supposed to tell anyone about magic, even spouses. My Aunt Lynda still thinks I spent seven years at an academy for girls in Scotland, learning poise along with Maths and Literature."

The magical folk all laughed lightly while Anita did her best to chuckle along with them, though Dudley recognized her panicking laugh quickly enough.

"Daisy, I'm sure you must be bursting with questions so--"

The sounds of children scuffling drifted in through the door before a boy about Daisy's age fell into the sitting room, landing squarely on his behind.

"Hey!" He said, sternly. "Watch it!"

"Al, dear," Harry's wife - Ginny, Dudley reminded himself - called, "Come here a moment."

The boy, who looked like Harry but with tamer hair, walked over and stared at the Dursleys.

"These are your cousins, Daisy and Poppy. Why don't you take them outside with you for a bit. Show Daisy the broomsticks."

At Anita's look of panic, Ginny amended, "No flying though. She'll have to learn slowly with your dad, just like you did."

Daisy and Poppy raced off the couch, nearly bowling Al - Albert, Dudley supposed - over in their attempt to see magical broomsticks.

"Now," said Hermione. "I'm sure you have lots of questions."

The next hour was spent with Dudley and Anita asking questions about where to shop, how to pay for wizarding items, what Daisy would learn at school, and what was expected from them as non-magical - Muggle, Dudley corrected with an internal grimace - parents.

"They don't… give children tails do they?" Dudley asks, remembering the horror of having to go to a specialty hospital to remove the evidence of his run-in with the gigantic man who had taken Harry that night on the island.

"Heaven's no!" Hermione assured them quickly.

Dudley thought he heard the red-haired man mutter something about a ferret, but he was hushed by Ginny, who he learned was the man's sister.

"Your Daisy will be quite safe. My Rose will be off to Hogwarts in September, along with James and Albus, so Daisy will have some friends there. You've got months to prepare yourselves and for her to get to know the kids."

"So, this diagonal place," Dudley said, now looking at Harry.

"Diagon Alley," Harry corrected.

"Yes, that one. Did you have to buy your school books and things there?"

"Of course. That's where all of us had to go."

"Well, how did you do it?"

Ginny looked at him, puzzled. "We told you. I know it's probably tough to imagine, but you go through the Leaky Cauldron, tap the bricks, an-"

"No, I understand that. At least I will. I mean, how did you buy your things? Mum and dad didn't give you a penny for it. Was there a welfare program for students like you?"

Ron guffawed and Hermione, who Dudley had determined was his wife, frowned at him.

"Is it a socialist style world then? You said we needed money, but was it just given in the past?"

"Blimey, no," said Ron, talking over Harry who was trying to shush him. "Harry was the heir to the Potter fortune. His grandad created a good dozen potions that are all in high demand these days."

Dudley looked at Harry, puzzled.

"Harry's grandfather was, for lack of a better comparison, like the founder of wizarding Richard Branson. His company produces a number of popular potions like Sleak-ease Hair Potion and Skele-gro, which grows back broken bones."

Dudley stared at Harry as if he had suddenly grown another head.

"And you knew this?"

"Once I went to Gringotts with Hagrid, yes." Harry said, noting Dudley's shudder at the gamekeeper's name.

"Mum and dad always said your parents were lazy good for nothings who didn't work."

"They didn't have to," Harry said with a shrug. "They probably would have if Voldemort hadn't been around and trying to find them, but…"

Dudley nodded, trying to align all of his childhood beliefs with what he was learning now.

While Dudley struggled to take all of it in, Anita had calmed significantly and was asking questions now about school subjects. She wanted to know about Maths - Dudley made a point to look up Arithmancy later, - Science - same went for Herbology, - and physical education.

"What is Quidditch?" Dudley finally asked.

Harry, Ginny, and Ron all broke into wide grins while Hermione groaned.

"Come see."