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A/N: So to the comments, yes I am American, though I am sure it isn't surprising to you. Some things may be worded differently, but I am doing my best to ensure wording is as it should be. As for the Hershey's, I know you Brits don't like it, but after asking one of my gaming friends, they thought it'd be something Dumbledore would do, as he is always odd about his muggle candies. As for the chapter, read, review, and let me know what you think!

A/N...2: This was supposed to be uploaded Friday evening, but I lost power while I was doing final editing, and have only had power back for a few hours now. Apologies for the delay.

Chapter 9: The beginning of the summer

June 9th, 1993

Harry's POV

I rolled to the side, dodging a stinging hex that barely missed me, before getting hit by two that I failed to dodge. I clambered up, and twisted myself to the side as I launched a cutter back towards where I hoped Flitwick was.

"Diffindo". I dropped to the ground to dodge another stinging hex that I felt flying towards my face, as I heard a loud string of cuss words ring out.

"Stop, take off the blind fold Harry!" Flitwick's chipper voice called out.

Following his instruction, I blinked away the sudden light to see the Dueling master with a cut on his arm, just above the wand.

"I am impressed, I never planned on you shooting back. Seems I misjudged your capabilities again" He spoke, waving his wand across his arm. "Episkey, Tergo" He intoned.

"Sorry professor, I just got frustrated. Honestly, I had no idea where you were, I just knew you were in that direction. It was luck." I felt bad, sort of. It wasn't intentional to hit him, only to stop him from hitting me.

"It probably was, but all the same, it was a good improvement." he replied, walking to the benches on the side of the chamber. "This is our goal, to get you to feel magic coming towards you and be able to respond. Everyone has this ability to some degree, and you clearly do, though it has not developed fully yet. In a year or two, with training, it will be a powerful thing to never ignore, especially as you get older and your magic matures more. It could win you a match, and even save your life." He spoke, seemingly pleased.

"Now, what I am upset about is your use of 'Diffindo'. That is not a spell a dueler uses. Lacero is a better alternative. A cutting curse, not a utility cutting charm. Your goal is to cut skin, not string, cloth, or small bits of wood."

After that short lecture, he moved me over to the targets, before teaching me it, along with a piercing hex, Percutio, and the stunner, Stupefy.

Truthfully, after casting each of them a dozen times, I started getting tired, something Flitwick noticed, and called training to a halt for the day. We had spent over two hours doing physical workout, mostly involving running, weight training, dodging practice, normal dueling, and spell chains, before we switched to blind folded practice. After a few last words, he sent me on my way, and I headed back to my room for a quick shower, before going back to my room with the plans to relax.

"Ah, there you are Harry. I was thinking today would be a great day to go to Gringotts. You did want to look at the Heirloom vaults, didn't you?" Dumbledore asked.

I got really excited about this, and after my quick agreement, he left me to change into better robes, instead of just a T-shirt and pants. Once I was ready, he unlocked his Floo, and we made the dizzying trip to the Leaky Cauldron.

"Ah, back again you two?" Tom asked.

"Just passing through, a few errands to run." Dumbledore responded. Tom nodded, and we made our way into the Alley. It was a Tuesday, and it wasn't terribly busy, so it only took half an hour to make it to Gringotts, and get in to see Ralfang.

"Ah. It is good to see you looking better, Heir Potter. You seem to be getting taller, and growing some muscle on you." He commented.

"Thank you. Professor Flitwick has been training me most days, and it has been quite beneficial, if really tiring." I replied. "I came here hoping I could access my family vaults. Dumbledore said I was allowed access to the Heirloom vaults, along with vaults that aren't a part of the main family vaults."

"Of course, your rings will allow you access to the Heirloom vaults, the only exception to this is the Evans' vaults, which as one of the High Security vaults, relies on a drop of blood to access the contents. I will call a goblin to take you down there. " Ralfang explained

"It will be exciting, getting to see what my family has left behind over the years." I replied, He smiled, still something that unnerved me slightly, before ringing a bell. It was only moments later that there was a knock on the door.

"Ah, Perfect timing Griphook, Heir Potter wishes to visit some of his vaults, please take him down to them." Ralfang spoke.

"Follow me, Heir Potter, Mr. Dumbledore." Griphook ordered, walking back out of Ralfang's office.

"It is nice to see you again, Griphook. I still remember you taking me to see my trust vault the first time I came here." I said, following him through the halls to presumably where the carts would be.

"I am surprised you remember me. Most do not remember those who drive the carts, only the managers and tellers. You are an interesting wizard, one without the prejudiced views most have of our kind." He replied slowly.

"I was raised in the muggle world, and made to believe I was a freak for most of my life. So I tend to reserve judgment until it's due." We had gotten to the carts. "Do these go faster? I remember you said one speed only, but I am curious."

I got a gnarly smile at my question. "They do, Heir Potter, they just do not go any slower than it was your first visit." He saw a smile form on my face. "Do you wish to go faster, it would make the trip to your vaults quicker?"

"Yes!" I was thrilled. The carts were like roller coasters, just safer and faster. Dumbledore looked a lot less enthusiastic, but accepted it nonetheless.

We sat down, and he informed me the sticking charm had been activated for the seat to keep us from falling out. Then he laughed, as suddenly the cart engaged, launching us down the tunnel at speeds I had never reached, even in a steep dive on my broom. We went around bends, through dark areas, and in corkscrews, while rapidly falling deeper underground. The air seemed to cool as we went, and yet, it never stopped my hooting and hollering in thrill. I could feel my pulse rising from the rush of the ride.

Too soon though, it was over, and the cart slowed to a stop as it maneuvered off the main rails to the vault stopping point, showing we had arrived at our first stop, HS-17H. The Evans Family Heirloom vault. There were two doors, both of which were at least eight feet tall, one further to the left, missing the H next to the numbers above the door, both of which were matching, having a crest with a black dragon and a blue background on it. Below it, a single inscription.

'Pro Honore Familiae'. Fight for the honor of the family. A fitting line.

"Press your hand to the square box on the right of the door, and it will take blood to grant you access." Griphook intoned formally. I glanced at Dumbledore, who looked a little unwell, and gestured to me to go on.

I followed his instructions, and felt a prick on my palm. Startled despite the warning, I pulled my hand away and stepped back, as the seams of the door glowed, before sliding into the walls. I looked inside to see a well lit chamber, probably twenty five feet wide, and seventy five feet deep, with pillars every so often. The architecture made me wonder if it was designed with the Greeks in mind, but I pushed the thought away as I started surveying the contents. Most of it was Jewelry, with a few chests, filled with clothes older than Hogwarts, some odd steel armor, and a bunch of knives. There were a dozen bookshelves, each holding probably a hundred books or twice that in scrolls.

Carefully, I reached out and unrolled a parchment. Staring at it, I realized firstly that it was written in old English, secondly, that it was almost like it had been just written, and lastly, that it was written to discuss drama between our family and some shop named 'Dupints goods'. Unrolling a few others showed similar topics, or that of deals we had made with others. Basically, I had three shelves of scrolls that were pointless to read.

The books, well, a few of them were on topics of interest, battle magic, rituals, etcetera, but most were ledgers, logs of family activities, business, plans and cancellations of said plans, contracts, and diaries of past family members. The best book though, was located on a middle shelf, with the family motto on it.

The Evans Family Grimoire.

I knew I couldn't use it yet, most of it being far out of my knowledge space, something I noticed after reading some of it. I decided to take it though, as even if it gave me a headache to read the old English, it had our family history in ti. After looking around a bit more, I walked back out to Griphook, and asked to continue onto our next stop, the Potter Family Vault.

"Please, let us slow it back down to the normal speed. My old bones can't take all of the whipping around." Dumbledore asked, playing the elderly card. I just stared at him, earning a smile as he knew he had won.

Griphook returned it to normal speed, and after a short trip, we arrived at a section of the bank that looked far different. It was much cleaner, refined, smooth stone was everywhere, with no dirt or rubble laying on the ground. Getting out of the car, I noticed seven massive hallways. Griphook noticed me looking, and spoke.

"This is a part of the bank only accessible to those who are allowed to be here. When we say it is impossible to break in, these are the vaults that are neigh untouchable. On top of that, no one can attack one another here, the wards would knock out any who attempt to harm another. It's why there is only one access dropoff for all seven families. Each hallway leads to a family, Three on each side, with one at the end of the hallway, with the number above the hallway dictating which vault is which, as do the doors." He explained, leading Dumbledore and I to Vault F-06.

It was the first hallway on the left, clearly meaning the hallway at the end would be number one, or the Black Family Vault, and the one across from the Potter Vaults would be seven, or the Selwyn Vault. The hallway wasn't long, maybe thirty feet, with torches lighting the path. Reaching the doors, I noticed the Potter crest on both the left one, which was the money vault, and the right one, which had a carving above it 'Heirlooms'.

Below the crest, the family motto was engraved. 'Non Timebo Mala'

I heard Dumbledore mutter the meaning, saving me time. "I will fear no evil". Fitting, considering from what I have learned from Neville, my family has always fought against oppressors and those that would harm innocents, minus a bad apple or two.

I saw an indent in the middle of the door, and slowly reached out, pressing my ring into it. I felt a flare of magic from myself, and then a second later, the door, as it rotated open, revealing dozens of armor stands, wearing what looked to be Battle robes. I walked in slowly, Dumbledore following me in while Griphook remained in the hallway.

"Ah, I recognize these, Harry. Your grandfather wore them when he fought against Grindelwald in the 21st Company. They were one of the most feared groups once Britain reinforced them, having pressed the army out of Paris, and all of the way back into Germany. The group of sixty eight witches and wizards, including Arcturus Black, Francis Longbottom, Augusta Longbottom, and myself, were a major turning point in mid-1944. The 21st Company was credited with the death of over five thousand members of Grindelwald's forces, alongside the 18th and 25th Companies following on our sides in Paris. The companies were part of the ICW's Warwizard 3rd Battalion, and the three companies totaled over five hundred fighters, plus other supporters and healers." He explained, looking a little lost in memories.

"The ICW's forces in the war totaled over a hundred thousand at the end of the war, while Grindelwald was believed to have over a hundred and fifty thousand. That includes the non-humans he had recruited. I know his forces suffered a lot of deserters once the Muggle Germany started losing, and especially once Russia turned on him. It was odd how the muggles and magicals of Russia both changed sides relatively close together, but that was just how it was." He spoke, walking mostly on autopilot.

We continued through the vault, which had been magically expanded compared to what the hallways might have alluded to. There were many portraits, some magical, others not, jewelry, weapons, clothes, furniture, a table with cases on it, probably wands, and other miscellaneous items. It was far more organized, but also a lot more. The books seemed to be nothing incredibly special, but all rarer tomes, if the look of envy on Dumbledore's face was anything to go by.

"I must say, you have a lot of rare books here, some that I haven't seen anywhere other than in the ICW's library. Most of these are tomes of in depth theory, some of the theory and magic having been thought lost to time. I could only imagine what the Potter Library looks like in the House of Potter." He said quietly. He pointed to one or two that I took out, along with a knife and sheath that he wanted me to carry in my boots, which he was insistent I get soon. I put the items in an expanded weightless bag before looking for the grimoire. The Potter Grimoire wasn't there, meaning it was in the Ancestral House. Having searched enough, we left, and followed Griphook to the next vault.

The Peverell vault was similar on the exterior, except the family crest and motto, a Thestral, as Dumbledore informed me, with the same logo as the Heir ring. The motto 'Mors est principium, et erit finis' or 'Death was the beginning, and will be the end'. Following the same procedure to enter the vault, we found it to be smaller, about the same size as Evan's vault, with only armor, a few weapons, a table with wands on it, and some books, along with four chests. Dumbledore walked to the armor, and after a few waves of his wand, dropped it in shock.

"Harry, should Riddle return, I demand you wear these they fit that is" Dumbledore insisted. "I have never seen such powerful enchantments, not even in Battle armor. You could not find a group of people capable of making your basilisk hide as protective as these."

"Can you elaborate more?" I asked. Sliding my hand across the leather of the outer robes. They were pitch black with only the Peverell crest on them, and seemed to radiate magic from them.

"These are Warmage robes. The last known set of these was destroyed in the war with Grindelwald, with the man himself wearing them. They failed after the Fiendfire burned out the most protective layers, and what was left was only capable of stopping lesser curses and impacts. These here have so much blood magic, enchantments, and infusions of other forms of magic, that they would survive most forms of harm, most likely that is. Only the darkest of magics would harm you, and only fractionally compared to normal Battle Robes." He spoke excitedly.

To think I had five sets of these down here. We wandered away from them once Dumbledore calmed down from his excitement, and found that there were only a dozen books, though the real treasure was the grimoire, pitch black and engraved with the motto, which was sitting in the center of the only book case.

"Take it Harry. Only you can open it, and out of all of them, that and the Slytherin Grimoire would be worth having at the moment. That is not to say the other's are less important, but those two would contain not just the family magics, but the history of the family as well. It is knowledge you should have, and deserve to have."

I reached out, and when my hand made contact with it, my hand froze, unable to be moved. I felt the Heir ring warm up with magic, and the book seemed to glow, before suddenly, my hand untensed, and I was able to lift the book. I opened it, and the first date I saw was 427 AD, late Roman Empire era if I remember right. It was also written in old English, so I knew a few headaches were on the schedule soon.

Once I had it in the bag, we made our way back out, Dumbledore eyeing the robes when we walked past them. "We are ready to visit the Black Family vaults." I said.

"No, Lord Black must consent before you are allowed to enter either vaults. That is not required for the other vaults as you are the only living member, but for the Black vaults it is. You may access the Slytherin Heirlooms vault, and your father's vault, vault 688, but not the Black vaults other than your Heir Vault." Griphook intoned, turning back towards the cart.

"Ah, it does not surprise me that the Black's have their vaults set like that." Dumbledore replied. We followed quietly, returning to the cart, we rode backwards, before suddenly taking a change of course.

"What does G mean for a vault, Griphook?" I yelled up to the goblin, making sure he heard me over the wind.

"It means Guarded. All of the founder vaults are. They are all honored by Gringotts due to their assistance in getting peace between the wizards and goblins." He yelled. "There are constantly goblins protecting the four vaults. Any who attempt to enter them but do not belong, die before they can even approach the doors."

Ah, a goblin protection force. Judging by their history, it would be a poor idea to fight them. We rode in silence as we went up, before going to a sharp right. At this point, I doubted we were even under London anymore, and believed we were at least a kilometer below the surface. The news that the founders had stopped the goblin wars was news though, something Binns never mentioned.

It was almost a relief when after five minutes, the cart stopped. Ten goblins stood between us and four doors arranged in a semicircle, a gate between them and the vaults. Each door was labeled with the crest of each family, pillars divided each door, and goblins stood to each side of each door, a total of eight inside the gates. Each goblin was wearing silver armor and wielding axes, swords, maces, and shields. Griphook remained in the car as we climbed out. As we approached the dividing gate, two goblins crossed their swords to block our path, while the other eight drew their weapons. The eight on the other side did not move.

"Show us your ring, human." A goblin commanded. I lifted my hand as I focused on the Slytherin ring, and after he eyed it for a moment, he let out a series of noises, probably speaking Goblin tongue, before they all lowered their weapons.

"You may enter. Only go to the door that belongs to House Slytherin." the same goblin commanded. I bowed, before speaking.

"Thank you for protecting the vault of my ancestors, you honor them, as I hope I will one day do." I said quietly, watching him nod, before I walked past. I heard them move, and turned to see Dumbledore's path blocked.

"Let him through please, he is with me." I figured it was the best approach, respectful, but commanding.

"You are responsible for him then. Do not allow him to approach another's door, or both of your lives are forfeit." The goblin spoke, slowly lowering his weapon. Dumbledore seemed shocked for a moment, before walking up behind me.

"I will follow you, Harry. It is the best option right now." he said quietly.

I nodded as I walked forward, him following in my steps. Approaching the door, I tried to ignore the two guards eying me, and pressed my ring into the snake's mouth, where the indent was made for my ring. The ring pulsed, and the door glowed a moment later. Several massive clicks were heard, before stone started grinding on stone. The doors opened slowly, revealing a massive pile of gold in the back of the vault, easily dwarfing a four story building. In front of the pile, was a set of stairs, leading down. We approached them, and walked down cautiously.

At the bottom was a stone table, two sets of bookshelves, an armor rack, and a display case, similar to what was in the trophy room. I approached the case, most interested in what was in it. Looking down, there was a piece of parchment, writing on it dictating what the three things were inside it.

'To my heir,

I will not know how long it has been, but I have left a few of my things here in my vault. In this case is my wand, staff, and sword. My wand is Basilisk Heartstring, my old familiar's, Kalos, and Oak. My staff contains nearly a dozen cores, which is written out next to it, and is made of Mahogany. T he sword is goblin forged, and will always be sharp. None of them should be used without my permission, and the case is sealed to ensure as much. The Grimoire however, is yours to use, and will help you learn things that may be lost to time. Take it my heir, and make your family proud.

Salazar Slytherin

Lord of House Slytherin

Master of Potions

Master of Warding

Master of the Dark Arts

"Albus, look at this." I called out, handing him the note once he was close.

"Intriguing, he knew no one would be in here for a while it seemed, I wonder how and why. No matter." He spoke.

I walked over to the bookshelves, and took the book. Out of everything that had happened, I was most curious about Salazar, who was apparently the founder who left, one of prejudice. I hoped he brought it up in the book. We left, after looking through the other books, mostly on Hogwarts and his family.

Heading back up, we returned to the castle. Once I had made it back to my room, I unloaded my few books, before opening the Slytherin Grimoire. To say that it was interesting would be an understatement. Salazar was originally the owner of the lands of Hogwarts, before the castle was built. When Godric and Rowena came along, they came with the idea to build a place of learning and protection for young magicals, a place to protect them from non magicals, as it was still two hundred years before the Statue of Secrecy. They had met in a bar, along with a potential fourth person, Helga Hufflepuff. Godric had been renown for his battle transfiguration, Rowena her runes work, and Helga her healing, herbology, and charms work. Salazar joined their project, offering the lands his family had owned for years. Over the next 10 years, with several dozen people and more than a few setbacks, they finally finished building the main castle.

Before they opened it, they warded it, mostly involving blood magic, along with sacrificial magic from a local lord who failed to lay siege to the lands when they had been building the castle. That was the reason the wards of the castle were infallible, though the main controls laid in the wardbook, the four founding families would all be able to access and control the wards, and the heirs to be able to access any part of the castle.

The most interesting part was a mention of a project that Rowena Ravenclaw had worked on, the Room of Illusions. Its main purpose was to be a room to train in, though according to Salazar, it was a room that was capable of doing anything the user wanted. It worked on illusionary magic, making the physical manifestation of whatever the user wanted, though nothing could be taken into the room that hadn't been put in there. Salazar took her room and challenged her, which was the creation of the Chamber of Secrets, which wasn't a secret. Apparently, its original name was the Chamber of
Kalos. The chamber was warded even stronger than the school, made to literally be unbreakable. Even demon fire, though I have no idea what it was, could not burn through the bricks.

It was an interesting story, though it seemed elaborate. He seemed to have cut out larger sections, though it seemed to all follow a train of his thought. It took only twenty pages to tell the story, before shifting into what enchantments, wards, and spells were placed into the school. I skimmed through, most of it was above my understanding, before it changed to talking about his childhood and family. Interesting as it was, I was hungry, so I put the book into my trunk before heading to dinner.

June 16th, 1993

"Are you ready Harry?" Professor Flitwick asked, getting a nod. "Then the Floo address is 'Arena Spectators', a temporary connection. Come through right after me."

He vanished a moment later, and I followed after a five second count. The spinning still got to me, but at least I wasn't falling every time I used the floo. A vast improvement from my first attempt, that is for sure. Following the small professor, we made it through the check in, and due to Professor Flitwick's standing in the Dueling circuit, we had front row seats for the two days of duels. In total, there would be 64 duels, the top 16 from the four minor circuits that had already been fought.

It was only a short time before the duels began, and it was interesting. They were doing two duels at a time, with two separate platforms. It was direct elimination, meaning if you lost, you went home. We watched, Flitwick almost as excited as me, as the spells started flying. A lot of stunners, cutters, and basic jinxes were used, but there were odd spells here and there, including a few conjurations. Flitwick kept tutting at some of the mistakes they were making, and pointing them out to me.

"He is relying on shielding too much, he will tire quickly."

"He is far to open with his slow casting."

"His feet are spread too far, he will fall if there is a banisher sent after him."

Every comment he made was correct, and some of the mistakes that he pointed out even I noticed. I was disappointed by a few of the fights, as some of the fights were about as good as the Lockhart vs Snape duel we watched in school.

"Professor, most of these kids don't go to Hogwarts, where do they go?" I asked, realizing I had only recognized two or three students from the upper years.

"There are two other magical schools in Britain, both of which are day schools. The first being in Leeds, and the other being located in Norwich. They take roughly two thirds of the students, most of which don't wish to be gone from home, or are unable to afford Hogwarts. Of course, there is also the small portion that goes abroad for learning, or is homeschooled. Hogwarts used to take a larger number before the war, but since then class sizes have dropped from over a hundred and twenty five, to roughly seventy five, though your year and the year before were both lowest in the mid fifties." Flitwick explained, before glaring at a kid who made a rookie mistake by attempting to banish a jet of water, instead of vanishing it.

June 17th, 1993

The second day of duels was far more interesting. The competitors had ruled out most of those who were less skilled, and the duels were far better. There were only sixteen people left, and as it was the first day, direct elimination. The duelers had to rank top eight to continue to the World Championships, so any who won this round were going to be into the Championships regardless. At this point, it was a battle for the prize money, first place earning 10,000 Galleons, second place earning 3,000 Galleons, and third place earning 1,000 Galleons.

We watched as the duels restarted, this time only one stage and duel at a time. I wasn't catching names, but the duels were becoming more intense. One of the fighters, Edward Stevens, had clearly held back yesterday, and was shooting spells at a higher rate. I had paid more attention to him because of his transfigurations, something he was actively using more often. If I had to guess, he was a sixth year student from another school, and he consistently conjured knives, and animated chairs to attack people, though his use of Granite to stop explosive curses was ingenious.

It ended up coming down to him and a girl named Abigail Wilson, who had been quite fast at casting and dodging. I watched the two duelists face off, before stunners and other spells started flying. It wasn't until knives and flame spells started flying that the duel became serious. She had sustained a cut to the arm, and a burn on the leg, while Stevens had taken a banisher to the left shoulder, dislocating it. The injury caused Stevens to slow, though he was still able to cast. It was inevitably his downfall, as he was hit with a bone breaker to the hip, followed by him being bound and stunned merely seconds after. I felt bad for him, as even with magic, bone breakers hurt and took a few hours to heal from. As it was clean breaks, it was only potions and a counter-curse. Of course, that was followed by light duty for whatever could agitate what was broken. They put him onto a conjured stretcher after they announced Wilson's victory, healers attending both of them as he needed his hip fixed, and Wilson needed the cuts healed as she was bleeding bad enough blood was dripping on the floor.

Overall, it was an exciting day. We hung around for a few minutes as Professor Flitwick had seen a former colleague of his from his days as a duelist. He spent probably twenty minutes talking to his friend, who turned out to be a trainer that had helped Flitwick practice. The man seemed nice, if a little over-exuberant at the day's duels, while talking about the duels and of their prospects in the world matchups. I caught one or two names, but they wouldn't stand out to me either way.

Eventually we headed back to Hogsmeade by floo, before making the walk to the castle. "Well Mr. Potter, what did you learn?" Professor Flitwick asked.

"Not a lot, but I made a lot of observations. Several being my distinct lack of knowledge in transfiguration and curses. I have still yet to master the spells you gave me last time. I still can't do the bone breaker wordlessly, only verbally and without wand movements. I also know I need to learn to cast faster and get immensely better at shielding, I don't think my shield could have withstood that incindio either."

"Very good Mr. Potter, you were paying attention. Right now, I do not think you could have won, however, I believe you could have made it through to the Top sixteen, or maybe even eight. You are correct about your weaknesses, however, your endurance still needs more work as well. In the world championships, there are 256 contestants, and it is five days. There is a difference in format, which also means you fight more duels." He spoke.

"How do their duels work?"

"For internationals, the layout is different. The first two days are three duels per person, eliminating those with two losses each day. After that, wins and losses are combined, making for the third day. The third day eliminates everyone down to 64 contestants. If you have won all six duels, you are safe. Any less, and you fight in an elimination round on the third day. The fourth and fifth day follow what we watched. You lose, you go home, end of story." Flitwick explained.

"Intriguing. Well, looks like training will be fun then." I muttered. I got a laugh in return as we entered the Great Hall, and after eating, I headed up to my room to shower and head to bed. It had been an interesting day, but exhausting. Despite it being summer, I was still working out and getting in training every day, but I would rather this than even a moment with the Dursleys.