(A/N: Ah, no more Writer's Block; those things are so annoying. Anyway, here's a chapter that I know you're going to love. The title alone should tell you why.)

Disclaimer: Same as always.

Chapter 9: Confronting the Dursleys

"Hi Daddy!" cried Michelle, jumping into his arms. "How was work?"

"It was… interesting." Harry replied. He didn't want to fill his nine year old daughter in on all the details. He was still trying to take in everything. He had a nephew. A very powerful nephew. Dudley had gotten together with Cho Chang and then left her and Drake when he found out they were magic. It was a lot to take in. Ron and Hermione had been shocked when he told them. "Listen sweetie, why don't you run along. I need to talk to your mother."

"Ok." said Michelle. "I still have to find the elves."

Harry smiled at her as she went back to her game. Ginny came up to him and kissed him.

"You ok?" she asked. "It looks like there's something on your mind."

Harry sat down. "I actually learned a lot of things today from Drake."

"Really? Like what?"

So Harry told her all about all about Drake's impressive display of power, his talk with Dumbledore and McGonagall, and everything he learned about Drake. By the time he finished Ginny looked how he felt.

"The poor thing." said Ginny. "I mean, I knew your relatives were jerks, but to just leave them like that."

"I know." said Harry. "I can't blame Drake for feeling the way he does, and poor Cho. First she lost Cedric then Dudley. It's no wonder she broke. I don't know what I would do without you, Gin."

Ginny rested her head on his shoulder. Harry put an arm around her.

"I can't believe Dudley did that. Me was one thing. He hated me my whole life, but his own wife and son? How could he?"

"Some people are just like that." said Ginny. "I'm very lucky to have someone like you."

"And I'm lucky to have someone like you." said Harry. "I just wish I could do something for him."

After a couple seconds Harry got an idea.

"You know what, maybe there is."

"What is it?" Ginny asked.

"I think I'm going to have a little talk with the Dursleys." Harry explained. "After all, it's my duty as a teacher to help my students. And even more to help my nephew."

"Can I come?" asked Ginny.

Harry saw a look in her eye. It was normally a look she got when she was about to hex someone who annoyed her.

"Only if you promise not to hex them or anything."

Ginny seemed a little disappointed. "Fine."

"Can I come too?" cried Michelle, coming into the room. "I want to meet my uncle."

Harry thought about it a minute but then nodded. "Sure you can. But since you and your mother don't know where they live, you'll have to Side-Along-Apparate."

Ginny grabbed onto Harry's right hand while Michelle grabbed onto his left. Harry apparated them to Number 4 Private Drive. He practically doubted the Dursleys still lived here. But then again, the Dursleys were the kind of people that didn't like changes. He looked down at Michelle. This was the first time that she apparated.

"You ok, Michelle?" he asked.

"I didn't like that." she said.

"No one does the first time." said Ginny. "But you get used to it."

Harry walked up to the house and looked in the window. Sure enough, the Dursleys still lived here. Dudley was sitting on the couch watching tv and, of course, stuffing his face.

Harry rolled his eyes and walked to the front door.

"Michelle sweetie, would you close your eyes." he said.

Michelle put her hands over her eyes as Harry rang the doorbell. A few seconds later Dudley, who was twice as heavy since the last time Harry seen him, opened the door.

"Yes." he said.

Harry responded by hitting Dudley in the face. Dudley stumbled backwards and fell to the ground with a mighty crash. Dudley looked up into Harry's angry face, clutching his bloody nose.

"What the hell?" he cried.

Harry walked inside. "You can open your eyes now." he said to his daughter, before turning back to Dudley, who was scrambling away.

"Diddykins!" cried a woman.

Old, wrinkly Aunt Petunia came running into the room. Her hair was gray and she was now wearing glasses. She bent down and tried to lift up her overweight son. A failed attempt.

"Who the hell are you?" Dudley shouted.

Harry smirked at him. He, unlike Dudley, hadn't changed in appearance that much.

"You don't recognize me?" he asked. "Well, 17 years is a long time. Maybe this will remind you."

Harry pulled back his bangs and showed them his scar. Dudley and aunt Petunia's eyes widened with recognition.

"Harry?" Petunia gasped.

"Glad to see I'm not completely forgotten." said Harry.

At that moment Ginny rushed forward and pointed her wand at the Dursleys, who coward away.

"Did you really make him sleep in a cupboard?" she demanded.

The Dursleys didn't answer. They merely whimpered in fright.

"Ginny you promised." Harry reminded her.

"I had my fingers crossed." she replied.

"Ginny."

"Harry."

"Ginny!"

"Harry!"

"GET THAT THING OUT OF MY FACE!" Dudley roared.

Ginny looked back at Harry who gave her a disapproving look. She glared at the Dursleys before lower her wand. The Dursleys sighed in relief.

"What do you want?" asked Petunia. "And who are they?"

"Right, lets get the introductions out of the way." said Harry. "This is my wife Ginny, and my daughter Michelle. Ginny, Michelle say hello to my Aunt Petunia and cousin Dudley."

"Hi!" said Michelle happily, rushing forward to hug them.

Dudley coward away from her. "Get away from me, you freak!"

Michelle stopped. Her happy face took on a hurt expression. She ran back to Ginny and hugged her. Harry angrily drew his wand.

"Don't you ever, ever, EVER call her that again!" he said. "You can mistreat me but you will not mistreat my family! Now apologize!"

Dudley eyed Harry's wand fearfully. He looked back at Michelle. "Sorry." he muttered.

Michelle's sad face became a little more happy. "It's ok." she said.

Harry bent down to talk to his daughter.

"Michelle, sweetie, why don't you go in the other room and watch tv, while I talk to your uncle."

"Ok." Michelle replied, but then took on a look of confusion. "What's tv?"

Harry had to hold back a laugh. "There's this box in front of one of the couches. Just press the button that says 'power'"

Michelle nodded in understanding and left the room. Harry looked back to the Dursleys. "Well, sit down." he said to them. With a wave of his wand, Dudley and Petunia were thrown onto a sofa. Harry then conjured two arm chairs for him and Ginny. "We need to talk."

Dudley glared at him. "Why did you hit me?"

Harry glared back at him. "How many times have you hit me? Ten, twenty, one hundred? I lost count."

Dudley didn't reply. He just helped his bloody nose. Harry rolled his eyes and pointed his wand at his cousin. Dudley's eyes widened with fear, but Harry simply fixed his nose and vanished the blood.

"Now then." he said, once Dudley realized he was alright. "You're probably wondering why I'm here." The Dursleys nodded. "Well, I-"

At that moment, there was a scream from the other room followed by an explosion. Harry and Ginny immediately jumped up, pulled out their wands, and ran into the other room.

Michelle was sitting on the couch curled up in a ball. The tv apparently had exploded.

"What happened?" asked Ginny in a worried voice.

Michelle pointed to the busted tv. Harry pointed his wand at it and said "Reparo!" The tv fixed itself. Harry turned it on and saw what the problem. "Silence of the Lambs" was on. Harry changed the channel. He stopped when he came to "Loony Toons".

"Don't worry. It wasn't real." he said. "It's just pretend to scare people."

Michelle nodded, but still seemed a little frightened.

"Just watch this for now. We won't be long. If you get scared, just come to us, ok?"

Michelle nodded again. Harry and Ginny returned to the other room.

"Sorry about that." said Harry, sitting down again.

"What happened?" asked Petunia nervously.

"Don't worry about it." Harry replied. "As I was saying. I'm teaching at Hogwarts now."

"You're a teacher?" exclaimed Dudley.

"Yes, I am. Every year we get new students. But this year, there was this one new student that caught my attention. I believe his name was Drake Dursley."

Both Dudley and Petunia lost their color.

"Something I say?" Harry asked sarcastically. "You seem to know exactly what I'm what I'm talking about."

The Dursleys didn't say anything, so Harry continued. "Me and him had a nice little talk. I know everything. And just let me say, that you should be ashamed of yourself. How could you just walk out on your family? Are you really that prejudice that you would just abandon them?"

Dudley seemed to be struggling to find his voice. Ginny took the opportunity to speak her mind.

"I knew you weren't good people, after what you did to Harry, but even I never would have thought that you would go this far." she said. "I may not know you like Harry does, but I think you should be ashamed of yourself too. What's wrong with you people?"

That seemed to trigger a response in Dudley. "There is nothing wrong with us. It's you people with the problem. Your kind ruined our lives!"

"Your prejudicness ruined it!" Harry said loudly. "We never did anything. You were born hating us because your parents hated us. Uncle Vernon hated us because Aunt Petunia hated us. And she hated us because she was jealous of her sister. You're the one that ruined it because you're so damn stubborn. We didn't exactly have a choice of being magic or not. But you choose to hate us for simply being different. If you could just let go of your hatred we would get along just fine."

Dudley didn't have a response. Both he and Petunia were completely speechless.

"It's because they know I'm right." thought Harry. "They just can't admit it."

"Do you want to know what you did when you left?" he continued. "According to your son, who said you haven't made contact with since the day you left, Cho utterly broke down. She basically gave up on life, thinking she couldn't find happiness. And she's still like that to this day. She's never even left the house. Drake has been caring for her. And as for Drake himself, he hates you, and I don't blame him. He blames you for destroying his childhood and for hurting his mother. He hates you so much that he can perform a Killing Curse, which is a spell based on so much hatred that you have to want the person that you're casting it at to die. That hatred is directed at you, Dudley. And all because you don't like our kind. You think you have it bad, you should see them. You ruined their lives."

Harry glared at the Dursleys. He was angry at them. He wanted to hex them beyond recognition. But that would be muggle harassment.

Then something happened that made Harry's anger vanish. Dudley began crying.

"You don't know what it's like!" he cried. "You spent many years loving someone, caring for them, thinking you've found happiness with them, then you find out that they're the thing you hate and fear the most. I couldn't take it. I had to leave. I couldn't bear to be in their presence. And then, father died from the shock of it all. I hated them even more for it. I wanted to forget about them. To just move on. But I can't. I still love them. And yet I can't bear to be around them because I hate them so much."

Harry was caught off guard by Dudley's reaction. He looked at Ginny and saw that she was surprised too.

Once he recovered from Dudley's reply he took on an angry tone again. "That's your fault. They're no different from anyone else. They're still human. The only difference is that they can do magic. You hate them simply because they were born with a special talent. This is how wars have broken out, because of predjudicness. This is how Voldemort came to power, along with his Death Eaters. He managed to convince everyone that muggleborns were inferior and got everyone to hate them. If it wasn't for all this hatred, no one would be suffering like this. You would still be with your family, living a happy life, but you let your hatred take over. This is your fault Dudley, no one else's."

Ginny nodded in agreement. Dudley and Petunia didn't seem to have anything to say. Harry hoped that he made his point and that Dudley would make up with his family, however unlikely that seemed.

Harry got up to go. "Michelle, we're leaving."

The little girl came into the other room. "I want to see if the coyote will catch the road runner." she said.

Harry smiled at her. "I can assure you that he never does."

"Can we get one of those TVs?" Michelle asked hopefully.

"We'll see."

He bent down and picked her up. They were going back home, so Ginny didn't need to Side-Along-Apparate, but Michelle was still too young to.

He turned back to the Dursleys. "I wonder, would we all have been one big happy family if you could have just let your hatred go. I hope you can. I really do. For you and your family's sake. Maybe then, we can start over."

And with that he vanished.

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They arrived back at Potter Manor. Michelle shivered from the effect of Apparating.

"I just remembered, I have to find the house elves." Michelle cried.

Harry put her down and she ran off. He sat down and put his head in his hands. Ginny sat down next to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"I just don't get it." said Harry. "We would all get along so well if they could just forget our differences. I just wanted to make everything right."

"Harry, you can't always fix everything." said Ginny soothingly. "There are just some people who can't let go. It's sad, but that's just the way it is. You did what you could, and now all we can do is hope for the best."

Harry smiled at her. He knew she was right. He just hoped it all worked out.

They went to bed shortly after that. Harry fell into a dreamless sleep. At least until Michelle woke up, screaming that Hannibal Lector was after her.

(A/N: I really had a lot of fun writing this chapter. Hope you all liked it.)