Harry and his team had won the second game of the season and Harry had delighted his dads in asking them to join when Lucius was taking him and Draco for lunch. They had always been happy to come to games and were so proud of him, but they had been relieved when he had wanted more from them. For now they were joining counselling on Sundays and Lucius was on Thursdays, both a major source of the pain and the problems which had driven Harry over the edge. There were other issues but there was not much that they could do for his relatives were not alive for him to confront. Harry had allowed George to be brought in, knowing he could trust his brother above all others and George had never betrayed his trust in him. He stood by Harry when he found out, really only unfortunately surprised that Harry had taken that long to try, having been worried more then once in the past. It was one of the reasons he had always forced Harry to speak with him.
In April Lucius had kept his promise to Harry at Easter and introduced him to Carlos. He had been assured he didn't have to tell Blaise's dad anything but though he left out suicide attempts, he had admitted to the man of his hospital stays. Carlos turned out to be quite the caring man, much like his son in fact, and he had been even more impressed by Harry who he could see was strong and working through it. He happily told Harry when he graduated he would have a place like Blaise if he wanted the job, having seen Harry's grades as well as having a few demonstrations.
A few days before they were to return to school Harry had decided he needed to do something. He had spoken to both Severus and Jonas about his relatives, and though they were dead, it had been thought a good idea. His husband and dads were shocked when he told them what he wanted to do but they agreed to come.
Harry stood looking at the house in front of him. "I can't believe the woman owns the house. I would have thought she would remain in the country."
Lucius shook his head. "From what I was told her only neighbour passed on and when left the house she decided living in London would be easier."
Marge Dursley had been left the house when her brother had killed himself and his wife in a car accident when he had been drunk. Marge had been left custody of her nephew as well as control of the estate till Dudley came of age. Harry had assumed Dudley had gone to live with her but it seemed the other way around. Lucius was not sure Dudley would be home s he still went to the boarding school, but this was more about the house. Petunia had known about the sexual abuse, but Dudley had not and his cousin had at least never beat him, well he picked on him but like most brothers.
Harry was surprised when the door opened and the woman he had been forced to call Aunt came out on the doorstep and he could see a much slimmed down Dudley behind her. He was not sure he was hoping they would be home or not, and for a moment he felt like turning around and leaving.
Marge called out. "So you boy have returned have you? I assume you have come to claim your share of the inheritance."
Harry stared at the woman. "What are you talking about; they would never have left me anything."
Marge turned and left but as Dudley stood there eying Harry with the look of shock, worry and perhaps even a bit of concern, they waited. Marge returned and she thrust some papers at him which Harry realized was a copy of the will and sure enough Harry had been left a substantial amount of money from the couple, though the house and most of it had gone to their son. He had inherited a huge fortune from his parents but he had never expected this.
Marge pointed at a second sheet. "Seems money left to your mother and her sister from their parents. Petunia left a note in the will about the money for you."
Harry read the note and looked up at her. "Have you read this? Both of you?"
They both nodded and Harry was shocked to realise it had not been the part of a will. Well one was for there were two letters, one sent to an attorney a few days before they died and the other was addressed to her husband. Petunia had been filing for divorce and had called him a sick monster, realizing after years of not being able to sleep from the nightmares of knowing what her husband was doing at night when not in bed with her, was too much. He was the sick freak he claimed their nephew to be and she could no longer live with him.
Dudley looked at him. "I am sorry Dad pounded on you, but I swear I never knew he was raping you. Mum was leaving him; it was why he was drunk that night."
Marge sighed. "My brother had many issues, including being molested by our Uncle as a child. I know it isn't an excuse. But I regret how I treated you child."
Harry had never in a hundred years believed his Aunt would have ever left her husband; she had sat by and let it happen. He had not been gagged nights Dudley was away; she would have heard his screams for help. Her leaving her husband and suffering bad dreams didn't make up for one moment the horrors she had allowed him to endure when he was a little boy, but in a way there was some slight comfort in knowing in the very least there had been a human side to his Aunt as well.
Marge handed him a card. "This is the attorney who handled the will, he can help you. Neither of us have touched the money you were left."
Harry took the card though he was not sure he would ever act on it. "I came hoping perhaps I could see the house. I needed some closure."
Though they told him they had renovated and decorated most of it he was welcome to come in. Harry actually found himself talking to his cousin and while he felt no redemption in his heart for his Aunt, he could see forgiving Dudley. Dudley was a child too and he was at the mercy of his father. Harry clung to his husband's hand as he looked under the stairs where he once slept and later at his bedroom upstairs. The locks were gone but Lucius was reminded what he had been told about the room. He was amazed at how well his husband had handled it all and that he even allowed Dudley to huh him before they left.
They were less certain but they took him to the graveyard where they were told the couple had been buried. He looked down at the stones of Vernon Nathan Dursley and Petunia Caroline Evans-Dursley and for the first time he truly realized the nightmare that they had made his childhood into was finally over.
He knelt down. "You won't win, you won't destroy me. I was a little boy but I am strong now. I am done being your victim, I am done."