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A/n: Obviously, this is no longer a one-shot. I dedicate this chapter to Potterdownthestreet and Suddensummerstorm, who both encouraged me to make this into a chapter-fic. Thanks guys for the encouragement! Hope you like the new chapter! There will be more soon!

Chapter Two
Taking Action

Upon arriving at St. Mungo's Hospital, Kingsley and Petunia found Vernon fighting against the Healers violently, and he was frothing around the mouth. Every time a Healer would try to get close enough to Stun him, he would duck out of the way. He was throwing things, screaming, and by the looks of it, he had broken two Healers' wands, as well as injured the owners of said wands.

Kingsley threw a Stunner right at Vernon from behind, taking him down. The Healers quickly bound him and took him to the secure ward as ordered, while Kingsley and Petunia went over to the Welcome Witch, where Kingsley said, "My dear lady, I would like to know who can help me."

"What is the problem, Minister?" Molly Weasley asked. Molly had been in this hospital enough over the years, both as patient and visitor, that finally, she was offered the job of Welcome Witch to direct people where they needed to go.

"Petunia Dursley, here, has seemingly had her magic bound and her memories modified. I believe that she is not the only one to have her memory modified, because I was in school when Lily was, and Petunia here is only a year older than her sister, so she would have been in school when I started. However, I don't remember her ever being at Hogwarts."

"Well, you will need Spell Damage, nth floor. They will be able to unbind Petunia's magic and unblock your memories," Molly said.

"Thank you, Molly," Kingsley said, and he and Petunia headed off to the lifts.

Meanwhile, at the Potter-Shacklebolt residence, Phoenix Nest, Harry showed Dudley his room while Hermione and Ron were getting drinks and snacks set up. The four of them met up in the sitting room about ten minutes later.

"So, Dudley, you say you received a Hogwarts letter at the same time Harry did?" Ron asked tactlessly.

Hermione elbowed him, and said, "Really, Ron! Let him get settled and comfortable. He will tell us what he wants, when he wants!"

"It's alright… what was your name again? I don't remember you ever mentioning it," Dudley inquired of Hermione. He quickly pointed to Ron and said, "I know you are one of those Weasleys… your brothers gave me a toffee that made my tongue swell up. It wasn't fun at first, but looking back, it was a bit funny."

"Well, I am Hermione Weasley, née Granger. The rude redhead next to me is Ron Weasley, my husband of four years now. You obviously know Harry, and the gentleman we came to your house with is Harry's boyfriend and fiancé, Kingsley Shacklebolt," Hermione said.

"Thanks for letting me know who everyone is. Like I was saying, though, I did receive a Hogwarts letter the same time Harry did. I was stupid by telling Dad about it. This was the day that large guy ("Hagrid!" Harry interjected) took you to get your school stuff, Harry," Dudley said. "Dad hit me pretty hard and said I would never go to that school, nor would I ever mention it to anyone, if I "knew what was good for [me]. I was too scared to talk to you the rest of that summer, and over the next year while I was at Smeltings, I had several strange incidents like you had. I was made fun of a lot, and really began getting jealous of you. That is why I treated you so bad over the next several summers. I am sorry… so sorry…" he broke off sobbing.

Harry leaned over and wrapped his arms around his cousin and comforted him. "There is nothing to be sorry for, Dudley. If our situations had been reversed, I would probably have felt the same way. I am sorry for taunting you when I did, and I am sorry for how Uncle Vernon treated you. He is no longer able to hurt either of us, and we can finally get to know each other the way we should have to begin with. You are my cousin, yes, but I already think of you like my brother." At this, Ron glared at Harry over Dudley's shoulder. Harry mouthed, "We'll talk later, Ron!", to which Ron nodded.

Right about then, Kingsley and Petunia walked in from the hospital. Upon seeing Harry hugging Dudley, Kingsley said, "If I didn't know the two of you were family, I would be jealous about now."

"Kingsley!" the Golden Trio said, surprised at seeing both of them back so soon.

Petunia spotted Harry and almost immediately broke down sobbing as much, if not more than, Dudley had been. "Harry, I know what you must think of Vernon and myself. I am so sorry that I treated you so bad."

Harry stood and, pulling Dudley along with him, went over to his aunt. He wrapped his arms around her and his cousin (well, as much around his cousin as he could) and said, "There is absolutely no need to apologize, either one of you. I know it was out of your control. You are my family. Now we can finally be the family we were supposed to have been."

Petunia looked shocked that Harry didn't seem to care about the years of neglect and abuse that had been piled on him by herself and her family. She noticed that the redhead and bushy-haired girl seemed a bit upset, yet resigned. She decided then and there to apologize to them, as well. She knew that they were close friends to Harry, and must have been his surrogate family.

Pulling back away from the hug, Petunia walked over to Ron and Hermione, and, taking a closer look, noticed the resemblance between Ron and Molly Weasley, who had been a fifth year when she started Hogwarts. Remembering the proper customs for formally apologizing to a member of the Pureblood community, she bowed at the waist, exposing her neck and said, "I, Petunia Dursley, née Evans, humbly extend my apologies to you, Monsieur Weasley, and your companion, for how I treated my nephew over the last two decades and for causing burdens to be put upon you."

Ron, recognizing the gesture for what it was, rose and formally bowed back to Petunia. "I, Ronald Bilius Weasley, accept your apology on behalf of myself and my wife. By Merlin's mercy, you are welcomed fully into fellowship with us, and may you be blessed with longevity and happiness." A golden glow flashed as the ambient magic accepted their words, and Petunia felt a burden lift off of her shoulders.

Once again, the group got settled down into seats to talk. Harry and Kingsley sat on one loveseat directly across from the room's fireplace, with Ron and Hermione to their left and Dudley and Petunia to their right. Harry cleared his throat and said, "I would like to know what the hospital said, but first of all, let me get introductions out of the way. Aunt Petunia, the guy I am sitting next to is Kingsley Shacklebolt. He is the Minister for Magic, but more importantly, he is my fiancé and boyfriend of three years. Over here to my left, we have Ron Weasley and his wife, Hermione Weasley, née Granger. They are Unspeakables. To be honest, I have no idea what they do, but they are amongst the elite of the entire Wizarding World, to be accepted into the Department of Mysteries. Everyone, this is my Aunt Petunia and my cousin Dudley. Now, what did St. Mungo's say?"

"Well, it was as I expected. Petunia had her magic blocked and her memory modified. She also had some Dark charms placed on her. All have been removed. My memory has been unblocked as well, and as it turns out, Petunia tutored me during Prep in my first year. The Healer mentioned something that makes me suspicious. She said that the charms and spells on Petunia and myself 'tasted', for the lack of a better term, of lemon drops. The only person I could think of that the reference to lemon drops makes sense is Albus. What I can't figure out is why he would do something like that. What would be the point in it? He is lucky he is just a portrait now, because otherwise, he would be going off to Azkaban for what he did. Not only did he bind the powers of a magical person illegally and place illegal charms on a Muggle and a Witch, he removed Harry from his father and placed him with the Dursleys."

At the reference to Harry's father, everyone's heads snapped up and they looked at Kingsley.

"I thought Harry's father was killed at the same time as Lily was," Petunia said.

"Ah, but that is something else it appears that Dumbledore has concealed for reasons unknown," Kingsley said angrily. "James Potter was Harry's adoptive father, yes. However, his biological father, and Lily's true husband, lives on to this day."

"Who is my biological father? And why haven't you told me this yet?" Harry said, upset that Kingsley had held something so important from him.

"I just remembered it when my memories were unbound. Your real father is none other than Severus Octavian Snape. Severus and Lily began dating in their fifth year. Over the Christmas holidays, Severus' father, Tobias, said that if he didn't leave the Muggle-born witch, he would be disowned and killed. That is why he called her Mudblood and distanced himself from her. In their seventh year, after the death of his father, Severus apologized for what he had said and told Lily what had been the reason for what he did. He also showed her Pensieve memories of that exchange, and memories of how he had been forced to join the Death Eaters. She accepted his apologies, and they got back together. Upon graduation, they got engaged and then married. Soon after, you were born, and then came the prophesy. They decided to put on an act to protect Severus' spying role. You truly are both a Snape and a Potter, because James blood adopted you. As to why the Headmaster placed you with the Dursleys when he knew Severus was your father, I do not know. Nor do I know why Severus treated you so badly, although I suspect that he has had his memory modified as well as charms similar as what were on your relatives are on him still."

"Wait a minute… are you telling me that that manipulative old codger knew that Professor Snape was my father and still kept me from living with him?" Harry asked, fuming.

"Knew? He performed the wedding ceremony!" Petunia said. "It is taking some time, but my memories are starting to return completely and overtake the false memories that bastard placed in me. Kingsley, his parents, Lily's and my parents, and I, as well as several others, were at the wedding. There is no way he couldn't have known. Just like he performed the Fidelius charm for Lily and James, and knew that the rat was the Secret Keeper. Sirius should have had custody over you before us. Or Alice Longbottom or Molly and Arthur Weasley. The four of them were your godparents, and it was all documented in Lily's will. I know because I witnessed it," she added at Harry's inquiring look.

"I can't believe that that bastard kept that knowledge from everyone. I wouldn't have minded living with you, Aunt Petunia, except for those damned charms he placed on you all. I am going to go and have a long chat with a certain portrait," Harry said, rising.

Kingsley placed a calming hand on his lover and said, "Harry, it won't do any good. Albus is dead, and you are well past needing a guardian to live with. However, I will see to it that Severus has his memory unblocked and the spells removed off of him. I have already pardoned his activities as a Death Eater, as you know. Once he is back to normal, so to speak, we will have a chat with him and see what can be worked out."

Harry nodded and sat back down. "I am sorry that you had to go through having charms and the like placed on you, Aunt Petunia. I am glad we can have a fresh start now."

"As am I, Harry. Now, I believe the three of you and Dudley were having a discussion, or at least a love-fest, when Kingsley and I came in…" Petunia prompted.

"I had told him what Dad did when he found out that I was magical, Mum. He forgave me for how I treated, even though I don't deserve forgiveness. I will do anything, Harry, to earn my keep while I am staying with you, and to make up for all the stuff I did to you growing up. And I truly mean anything," Dudley said.

"I only ask two things, Dudley. The first thing is that you do your absolute best to learn everything that I will teach you about magic. However, Potions will have to wait until I talk to Professor… err, my dad. It will take a while to think of him as my dad. For the last eleven years, he has been the Evil Git of the Dungeons, Professor 'Greasy-haired' Snape. The second thing I ask is for you to leave behind all prejudices. I refuse to allow any prejudice about race, sexuality, birthright, anything, in my home. As a matter of fact, several forms of prejudice are illegal in the Wizarding World now. Just remember never to use the 'n-word' or any slurs about gays or anything to come out of your mouth."

"You don't have to worry about sexuality slurs, Harry, because I myself am gay. And I will do my absolute best at magic and everything."

"Good to hear it," Harry said.

"I am sorry, guys," Ron spoke up, "but 'Mione and I have to be in to work at five in the morning, so we are going to have to go. I will see you all when I get home tomorrow, though."

The group all rose and exchanged farewells. Once Ron and Hermione left, Harry showed Petunia to the room that had been prepared for her by Dobby. He also gave her and Dudley a tour of the house and grounds before they adjourned to have supper. Soon after, Dudley and Petunia retired to their rooms to get settled in for the night, while Harry and Kingsley went into their suite's parlor for a nightcap.

"It is so hard to believe that we went to Number Four just," said Harry, pausing to look at his watch before finishing, "six hours ago. It seems like a lifetime ago already. Aunt Petunia and Dudley are magical. Dudley is gay. Professor Snape is my father instead of James Potter, and Uncle Vernon is in the long-term ward of St. Mungo's."

"Actually, Harry, he attacked several Healers, and broke two of their wands. He is in the secure ward, and once he has the Charms removed, he will be on trial for attacking the staff of the hospital. I didn't want to say anything in front of Dudley, because it is his mother's place to tell him. It does seem like a lot has changed, though, doesn't it?" Kingsley said as he poured two glasses of Scotch on the rocks before joining Harry on the loveseat in front of their fire.

"My, our, entire world has been turned upside down. Why would Dumbledore do what he did? What is the point? All it do was hurt everyone. I could have lived with my dad this whole time, or I could have grown up with Ron and the Weasleys or Neville and his parents or grandmother, I guess. I don't know what would have happened if the Longbottoms had been protected properly, besides Neville having sane parents. At the very least, if he still insisted I be raised by the Dursleys, couldn't he have refrained from putting the charms on them and not bound Aunt Petunia's magic?" Harry rambled as he slowly started to break down in front of his lover.

Kingsley set his glass on the side table and enveloped Harry into a loving embrace. "I don't know why Dumbledore did what he did. Knowing him, he probably thought he was doing the 'greater good'. His idea of the greater good is… err… was rather perverted, though. You know he had been married to Gellert Grindlewald, don't you?"

Looking up, Harry shot a puzzled took at Kingsley. "WHAT?"

"Merlin, don't they teach you anything in History of Magic anymore? Gellert Grindlewald and Albus Percival Wolfric Brian Dumbledore were married for fifty-odd years. However, when Grindlewald joined the Nazis, Dumbledore filed for a divorce. They ended up dueling to the death of Grindlewald, after he had killed Albus' sister and mother."

"That never came up in Binns' class, nor was it in our assigned texts, which I read cover to cover. However, it is going to be a long day tomorrow, and it is getting late. Take a shower with me?" Harry asked coyly.

Kingsley stood and took his laughingly-protesting lover into his arms and they headed off to the shower and then to bed.

TBC…