Ok, this is the most irritating chapter so far, but please read and review, and I hope you guys enjoy it. I didn't put in all the "Omg, it's the Dursley's getting confused at the Burrow" this chapter, well not much, but I will put more of that in the next chapter. This is their first hour after all.Also, this is short, mainly because I didn't like it, the next chapter is longer.

It all belongs to JK Rowling.

Chapter Three: The Burrow and Roxanne

The group entered the yard of the Burrow tentatively and Dudley saw his mother cringe openly at the messy state of the garden, he rolled his eyes. For a boy who had lived out his entire life in a clinically clean house, with a carefully fenced garden, the Burrow was like a dream come true, Dudley had spent most of his childhood wishing that his house could be this messy, without his mother throwing a fit.

Dudley paused about halfway down the path he had just caught sight of a troop of small, muddy brown creatures, wending their way in and out of the hedge. He stopped and stared openly with his mouth open. "Those are gnomes," Elphias said, giving Dudley a gentle nudge in the back to propel him forward. The two wizards were clearly eager to get inside the house. "You can have a closer look at them later, but right now I'm really in the mood for some of Molly Weasley's cooking."

Dudley closed his mouth and kept walking silently. How was it that these gnomes were so different to the statues of garden gnomes that they'd had back home? That was when his brain registered the mention of food, and he quickened his pace.

The name Molly Weasley rang a bell too, wasn't she the same woman who had once sent a letter completely covered in stamps to their house? Dudley laughed aloud, remembering the incident and how seriously his father had taken it. It seemed that she was a good cook, despite not being able to put the correct number of stamps on a letter.

Hestia reached up and knocked on the front door. It looked well worn, like everything else about the place and had a homey feel to it. After a moment, it swung open, revealing a short, plump, woman, who flashed them a welcoming smile.

"Hestia, Elphias, come in!" She ushered them all into the house and led them to the kitchen, "I suppose you're all hungry?" she asked, she didn't wait for their reply, merely set about getting them some of the shepherd's pie that was leftover from that night's dinner.

"So," she spoke as she fixed up plates for the five of them, "I wasn't expecting you here. I'm assuming these are the Dursleys?"

"That they are," Elphias squeaked out introductions, "Dudley, Petunia and Vernon."

"Nice to meet you," Mrs Weasley said politely, though Dudley could feel a slight tightness in her voice. It was then that he realised that this was where Harry had run to every summer, to get away from them. No doubt this kindly looking woman had heard something about them from Harry. No doubt, that was why her eyes were cold as she put their plates in front of them.

Dudley began to eat the delicious shepherd's pie. He watched on with barely hidden impatience, when his father looked at it suspiciously. The man had even sniffed it. Dudley sighed, the only thing he could do, was make sure he didn't end up as twisted and prejudiced as Vernon.

There had been a time when everyone had said that Dudley was the image of Vernon. No-one had for the past year and a half, Dudley's eyes were no longer quite so piggy, he attributed this to the fact that he had finally decided to open his eyes, and his mind, to the world. The most striking change though, was in his expression. It had used to be a sneer that had perfectly matched Vernon's, but it was softer now, less cruel. There was remorse in that face.

Dudley next listened to the small talk that was playing out between his mother and Mrs Weasley, who hadn't quite managed to keep the note of hostility out of her voice. "So, you're Lily's sister are you?" she asked.

Petunia winced, "I am Petunia," she replied, forcing herself to hold her head high. All through her life it had always been that way, she had been known as nothing more than 'Lily's sister'. Even though her sister was dead, it still felt like Petunia was walking in Lily's shadow.

"Oh, I'm Molly," Mrs. Weasley walked back to the kitchen and began to prepare them all mugs of hot chocolate. She fumed silently all the while, those people, had been the reason Harry had been so very thin when he arrived at the Burrow all those years ago. The reason that he had had so little confidence. Molly shuddered to think what would have happened to the boy she had come to regard as a son, if he had not been admitted to Hogwarts.

Fortunately she managed to get her temper under control by the time she was done with the hot chocolates. She walked back and set the mugs on the table in front of them, "Just a last little treat before you go to bed," she told them forcing a smile.

"Thanks for the food Mrs Weasley, it was all delicious," the boy thanked her as he picked up his hot chocolate and sipped it. Molly was surprised at his polite tone. Then she remembered something Harry had said about his cousin 'changing'. She had not known what it had meant at the time, but she guessed now that Dudley Dursley had come to be a decent person. How he had managed it with those two for parents, Molly didn't know.

She smiled, this time more genuinely, "Oh, it's the least I could do for Harry's family dear," she noticed that Vernon snorted at her words, and Petunia bowed her head in shame, but their son just nodded thoughtfully.

"I don't think we quite count as family yet, but I do intend to change that as soon as I have the opportunity," Dudley replied.

Molly frowned at the looks his parents were giving him. It was a good thing that Dudley wanted to try and make things up with Harry need for the glares were uncalled for. She nodded, "That's nice of you dear." If no-one else was going to encourage this child in doing what was right, then she would have to.

Dudley nodded at her words, by this point he could feel the tension in the room growing. His parents were obviously disappointed with him.There was only one way Dudley could see out of this situation. He heaved a fake yawn, "Well I'm off to bed, thanks again Mrs Weasley. Would you mind telling me where I could sleep?"

"Oh yes, let me take you upstairs now," she said and began to lead him out of the room, "You'll have to share with my son George," Dudley nodded, the other half of the twins, he thought. The one that was still alive. "I'm sorry if that's inconvenient for you, but the Burrow does have so many people in it already."

She stopped outside the door to one of the rooms and said, "Well this is it. Goodnight dear." Then she was gone, leaving him alone in the hallway to enter George's room.

Dudley extended a hand and pushed open the door of the room. At first he was too shocked that the posters on the walls moved, to notice much else, but eventually he noticed the man lying on one of the beds, and the girl sitting beside him.

He walked over to them nervously, he had gotten over his fear of wizards while with Hestia and Elphias, but the fact that they were both staring at him was slightly unnerving, "Who are you?" the redheaded man asked in a rough voice.

"Um, Dudley, Dudley Dursley. We've met before. Your father blew up my living room." Dudley recognised George, though he realised that his way of introduction was probably not the best one.

"Oh," was all George could think to say, he really couldn't care less about what this Muggle was doing in his room. All he cared about was Fred, and the huge hole that seemed to swallow him up every time he thought about his twin. It felt like he had lost one of his limbs in a particularly nasty way, and the injury hadn't been treated yet.

"Don't be rude George," the girl who was sitting beside him admonished. She got up and made her way across the room to Dudley, wearing a smile that warmed up her hazel eyes, "I'm Roxanne Greenwell."