Ok, so thanks for all the reviews every one.

Next chapter didn't exactly turned out as I wanted it but

Harry parked the car across the street and looked at the old familiar house he had to call home for 16 years even though it never felt like a home to him.

Ginny took his hand and looked at him.

"If you want we can always turn back, pick up the kids, give Ron a reason to laugh and go home again."

Harry shook his head and got out of the car followed by Ginny.

As he walked across the path he looked at the place underneath the window where he used to listen to the news in his fifth year.

His hand went to the doorbell and after it rang they could do nothing more but wait.

After a few minutes the door was open and Dudley dropped his yawn.

"Hello big D. do you think they would mind if we came in?"

"Don't know Harry, not a problem to me though. But euhm… ever since they told us how you defeated that Voldemort-guy my dad's not that glad with you. Hates the fact that you're a success you see."

Harry smiled and suddenly remembered Ginny was there as well.

"Ow, this is my wife… Ginny."

Dudley's big hand reached out and the both of them shook hands.

"So you got married?"

Harry nodded. "And I have two children, one's adopted."

Dudley looked a bit confuse. "Adopted?"

"His parents were good friends to me, they even made me his godfather but they died during the last battle."

Dudley nodded, noticing the look on the couple's faces.

"Anyway, come in before my dad gets the chance to throw the door in your faces."

Ginny followed Harry realising that this wouldn't be a cosy reunion.

"Dudley? Who was that at the door?"

Vernon's question was answered soon as Harry and Ginny entered the room.

"You? What on earth are you doing here? And who is she?"

Harry smiled, he hadn't expected a warm welcome from his uncle, he was more worried about Ginny. Ok, he had warned her but still…

"I'm here because I have a few things to talk about with aunt Petunia and Dudley. And this is my wife Ginny."

Ginny reached out her hand. "Nice to meet you Mr. Dursley."

Harry wasn't sure if she had actually expected that Vernon would accept the hand but if she had her expectations did not became reality.

She slowly lowered her hand again.

"You wanted to talk to me?"

Petunia had entered the living room as well, and looked at them as well.

The whole scene seemed rather weird, Harry had thought for a long while that this was the last place he would ever return to, yet here he was.

He looked at his aunt and nodded.

"Oi! Wait a second here! You just come here and expect that we even talk to each other?"

Harry turned to Vernon, the time that he let this man tell him what to do was completely in the past.

"I'm here to talk to aunt Petunia, not you. She can decide for herself wetter she wants to talk to me or not."

Petunia looked nervous from Harry to Vernon as if she wanted to decide something.

"What did you want to talk to me about?"

Harry turned towards her. "My mother."

Petunia didn't answer to that she just stared at Harry as if he had gone nuts.

After a few moments of silence she nodded. "Alright."

"Petunia!"

"I'll talk to him Vernon, if the neighbours watch him leave so soon they start to gossip and I don't want that."

She went to sit down and asked Harry and Ginny to do the same.

"So your Harry's wife?"

Ginny nodded. "We've married one year and a half ago in June."

Harry could feel how difficult the conversation went and he hoped they would get fast to the actual reason why he wanted to talk so much to his aunt.

"Any plans for children in the future?"

Ginny smiled. "We're already raising two children, once adopted but I love him like he's my own son. His parents were very close friends to us, he's even Harry's godchild but than… they died."

Harry took her hand as he could feel the deaths of the war that included her own brother and almost included him as well were still a hard subject for her.

"You've met them actually, after you guys came to pick me up at the school train when I returned from my fifth year. They were both part of the group that came to say euhm… hi."

He didn't know what else to say, knowing they both knew perfectly well what they were talking about.

"His mother was the woman with the pink hair and his father was the brown-haired man with the scars in his face."

"So they're dead?" Vernon said and Harry knew that he had wanted to say something else, but had managed to hold his tongue just in time.

He fully well realised that Harry and his wife were now allowed to use magic.

"The man with the hat's dead as well. As is Severus Snape." Harry said not keeping his eyes of Petunia as he spoke the name something that didn't went unnoticed by Petunia as well who wondered how Harry knew him.

"Are you talking about that weird kid that used to live at Spinner's end? How do you know I knew him?"

"He sort of told me." Maybe it wasn't the best idea to tell Petunia the whole truth on how he found out about it. "He also told me that you and my mother were the best of friends until he and Hogwarts came into the picture."

Petunia nodded. "I was jealous. Lily and I we were almost like a twin and than that Snape-boy came and started to talk about Hogwarts, she got so fascinated that she always hanged out with him instead of me. He called her a witch and me a muggle in a tone as if we were two different species that should not hang out with each other… and than she was going to that place and I only saw her during the holidays. For me it felt that every since he came into the picture we were no longer sisters and I blamed the both of them for that."

The room had gotten very quiet after this and Harry who hadn't expected that Petunia would even talk to him about his mother let alone open up the way she just did knew that this had been something she had been carrying on her own for a very, very long time.

"She knew that, she knew you didn't actually think she was some sort of freak."

Petunia nodded and looked at Harry.

"I must look crazy, telling you this now."

"Not to me." Harry said smiling.

"So Lily's a grandmother… she would've liked that."

"His name's James. James Sirius Potter."

The rest of the afternoon was pleasantly awkward.

Harry, Ginny, Dudley and Petunia talked about what happened the past years they didn't see each other while Vernon just remained quiet in his sofa.

Ok, so you all know what to do now don't you?