I actually had not been planning on doing a second part to that one but people seemed to want it so here it goes!
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Part 2
Vernon Dursley gratefully sank into a large, comfortable, armchair stationed in front of the TV.
He reached his hand to the side table and plopped a chocolate chip cookie into his large mouth. His doctor had been urging him to healthier but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to eat what he wanted.
He felt content, he yelled at some neighborhood children who'd dared to step on his lawn and yelled some more at the ruffian's parents.
Life was good.
He heard the sound of the sound of a car pulling into the driveway but didn't bother to look as he assumed it was Petunia back from the supermarket.
Good, he was hungry.
What did catch his attention was the sound of multiple voices in the hallway. Unless Petunia had gone loony and had begun talking to herself, others were with her.
Figuring he should greet their guests he heaved himself off the chair and walked out of the room, hearing Petunia say, "You can put your coats over here," in a slightly nervous tone.
Vernon froze as he saw who had accompanied his wife.
A beautiful woman about 30 years old with flaming red hair was speaking to a young boy with crazy black hair facing away from Vernon. Another boy, taller, with similar hair interjected himself into their conversation, gesturing wildly with his hands.
More importantly was the man helping a small, redheaded girl out of her purple coat. His hair was the same as ever; wackily identical to the two boys', and his eyes were just as bright green as he lifted the tiny girl into his arms.
"You! What do you think you're doing in my house, boy?" he boomed.
The reactions were instantaneous as everyone turned to look at him.
The glare on the woman's face would have made a braver man back away, terrified.
The smaller redhead wrapped her arms around her father's neck and did the same.
The younger boy had turned around and Vernon received a furious gaze from his emerald eyes.
The older one, with brown eyes to match his mother's, spoke up, "Hey tub-o-lard, don't talk to my dad like that." He yelled obnoxiously.
Little brat, thought Vernon. How dare he insult me!
Vernon opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by his wife.
"Why don't we all go to the living room, I'll put some tea on and start dinner."
He stared at her.
She was okay with having these freaks in their house, sitting on their couch?
There had to be some sort of explanation for this.
She gave him a warning look before heading into the kitchen.
"Well come on then, hurry up." He said gruffly to the small family, muttering about freaks as he led the way to the parlor.
The boy sat down on the couch, his youngest son sitting next to him, they really were practically identical, and his wife on the end.
He settled his small daughter in his lap and motioned for his eldest to sit in the armchair positioned next to the couch.
Vernon slumped into his own armchair opposite the couch, returning the glare the brown-eyed boy was giving him.
There was a small clattering and the sound of footsteps approaching down the hallway.
Petunia appeared in the doorway, carrying a tray of tea and placing it down on the coffee table.
She poured four cups for the adults, handed them out and sat primly in her chair next to Vernon.
She delicately sipped her drink before setting it down and asking, "So Harry, what do you do for work?"
Vernon snorted, "Like his lot works, they probably steal everything they need from us hardworking people."
The eldest child looked ready to burst and did so, "And what do you do tubby? You probably sit in that chair all day, stuffing your fat face with cookies!"
"You lot can't even raise your children right. How dare you speak to me that way!" Vernon roared.
The boy didn't even bother to reprimand his son but instead looked at Vernon as though her was the immature one, him!
"Yes, we have very different ideas about how to raise children." He said stiffly.
"I bet that brats the reason you're together. You probably got her pregnant and ran off and had some shotgun wedding!" Vernon spat at his nephew, attempting to show him that he was still superior.
The wife spoke up now, her angry red face matching her vivid hair.
"For your information, Vernon," she snarled, emphasizing his name as though it was an insult. "Harry and I were married for two years before James and we had a perfect wedding with all of our family and friends in attendance. So I suggest you back off. And if you ever insult my son again I'll screw the law and hex you so badly you'll never recover."
He was about to yell back that they should all be in jail but he felt a small hand wrap around his arm.
He looked down at his wife but instead of giving her support she said, "Vernon, if you can't be civil you'll have to leave."
He stared at her incredulously, but couldn't stand to be exiled in his own house so stayed silent.
Petunia shot him a glance before asking again, "So what is it you do for work?"
The tension was thick in the room but the boy answered calmly, "I'm Head Auror at the Ministry."
Seeing the looks of incomprehension he continued, "A dark wizard catcher, kind of like a police detective."
Petunia looked impressed but Vernon muttered, "Must be busy with all those no good freaks."
He had a feeling the boy had heard him but he ignored the comment.
"Ginny's a journalist for the Daily Prophet, our newspaper, she writes the Quidditch section." He said, giving his wife a proud look.
Obviously they have very low standards at freak newspapers, Vernon thought spitefully.
Petunia gave her a small smile, "That must be a very demanding job. Dudders recently got a promotion at his paper company, manager!" she said proudly and Vernon nodded in acknowledgement of his son's achievements.
Harry nodded, "He told me he was up for one, I'm glad he got it."
Both Vernon and Petunia were shocked, though Vernon was also angry. Had these freaks been imposing their unnaturalness on his son?
His angry rant was cut off before it had begun.
"You talk to Dudders? I didn't know that."
She seemed slightly sad that their son hadn't confided this in her.
"Yeah we reconnected a couple years ago."
That was the final straw. Who did these people think they were that they could interact with his family?
He looked again at Petunia, ready to kick them out, but the look on her face stopped him.
It was sad, almost wistful.
He stood up abruptly, "Well, its been a long day, I think I'll turn in. Goodbye boy." He said rather forcefully, trying to make it clear that he wanted this to be the last time they met.
Without looking at them he headed towards the kitchen, just because he didn't want to talk to those freaks didn't mean he should starve.
Some things never change.
But, with a last look at Petunia who had a small smile on her strict face as she chatted, maybe some do.
Please review! I was thinking of maybe doing one about how Harry and Dudley 'reconnected', yes, no?