Title: Rembrance
Disclaimer: Do I really look like the kinda person who owns Harry Potter, Dudley Dursley, Hogwarts, or anything else that JK Rowling came up with? Didn't think so.
Date: Wednesday, November 28
Summary: POST Deathly Hallows, pre epilogue AU, DH Spoilers. Dudley Dursley blinked at the yellowish parchment his son was holding in his hands. What would happen when two broken families are mended between first years?
Notes: Eeep!!!
/Ducks under desk and waves white flag/
Please don't hurt me my, wonderful, wondaful, talented, merciful readers. (Compliments help, right?)
Heh, white flag?
Anywhos, this is the end peoples last chapter. If I decide to add anything having to do with Rembrance, like oneshots, I'll post them up here.
Anyways, thanks again to my awesome beta, Four and Twenty Blackbirds! Who is like totally awesome in her amazing awesomeness...is awesomeness a word?
I also want to thank all my reviewers, and alerters and favoriters. I do appreciate my reviewers opinions, but it's nice to go to your stats and have a nice big number in your favorites section!
Q&A
Updates End of story, no worries!
Characters If anyone wants to use some of my OCs, go right ahead, as long as you credit me. Or just plain tell me you did it. I'd read it.
Why There Aren't More Questions Posted I'm lazy?
"Well, this is awkward."
James looked between his father and the large gaping man who must've been Mr. Dursley. A strange silence filled the air as the men stared at each other, neither wanting to look away.
"Dad?"
Albus whispered, but his voice carried through the room with ease. Harry shook himself, realizing all the eyes that were upon them.
"Dudley…I, I suppose it's nice to see you."
Dudley didn't reply to his cousin. Harry fidgeted awkwardly.
William felt incredibly out of place right now. What exactly was going on?
"Do you know Mr. Potter, Dad?" Brendan asked, surprised.
"What? I, yes." Dudley stuttered his answer. In all honesty you can't blame him.
People don't generally meet their long lost cousins in a police station when they're looking for their missing kid. Merlin, give the guy a break!
"Erm, well…could you just sign the children out?" Smith asked weakly.
"Yes! I, we should do that, I guess."
As the men signed paperwork, they glanced at each other out of the corners of their eyes.
The six children watched their fathers silently, exchanging glances between themselves.
Brendan slunk over towards his friend.
"James, do our dads know each other?"
"Apparently," he replied softly.
"Harry, do you, erm, want to come back with us? We, we're having chicken and pasta tonight."
Harry blinked at his cousin in surprise; then he nodded slowly.
"I…yes. That would be nice, Dudley."
"My wife's going to kill me when she finds out I lost one of the kids," Harry stated, trying to start a conversation with Dudley. The man let a weak smile come to his face as they walked out of the station.
"Why do you think I'm bringing you home? Mary doesn't like to yell in front of guests."
Harry's laugh was somewhat forced.
"Are we going to use the floo?" James asked. If there was one thing James inherited from his father it was his hate of Magical Travel.
Harry turned to his son and said, "James, Muggles don't use the floo network. We'll be taking a car or the Underground?"
"Er, yes there should be one around here." Dudley replied looking around.
"Dad, it's over there." Brendan said, pointing towards a set of stairs in the ground with a sign over them.
"Hold it! Does that mean we have to go through an underground portal?"
"Er, not exactly James. It's more like...like a…erm. Just go on it." Harry said pulling a protesting James down the stairway.
The Underground fascinated the Potters. Well, most of the family; Harry was the only one who had been on it before. Altogether, his children asked sixteen questions about it. Dudley hoped that Brendan would never be that cut off from him…er …muggles.
It didn't take long to reach Surry, and from there Little Whinging. As they came out of the Underground, the whole family had different reactions to the experience.
Lily was perfectly happy skipping back to the house. Albus looked slightly queasy.
And James and his father had their heads bent together.
"Stay still!" Harry was shouting.
"Ouch! That hurt!"
"Well, stop moving and it wouldn't hurt so much!"
"You're an Auror! How hard is it to protect the innocent?" The boy complained.
"James, stop it and hold still!" Harry repeated.
"Ow! Dad!"
"Sorry, but…YES!!!"
"Is it out?" James asked.
"Yup."
Harry dropped the large hairy glob of gum into a nearby trash bin.
"Thanks, Dad!" James ran to catch up with Lily.
Dudley paused before saying, "Well, that was certainly interesting."
"You'll get used to it, Dinky Diddums."
"After all these years you still taunt me with that?"
"Basically. So, I see you're still on Privet Drive."
They had reached Dudley's house.
"Why do they all look the same?" Albus asked.
"No idea." Was his reply from Anna.
"Oh god, Dudley, give up and let me do it!" Harry took out his wand, "Alohamora!"
A quick flash of light, a click and the door was opened.
"Dudley? You're home early." Mary said, coming out of the kitchen with flour covering her, "Who's this?"
"Er, Mary this is Harry Potter, my cousin, and his children." Dudley answered.
"We're related?"
"We're cousins?"
"I remember you! You took us Trick or Treating with Uncle Percy!"
These were the general comments and questions following this announcement.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Dursley." Harry said as he shook her hand.
"Mary. So, you're Ginny's husband?"
Harry paused before replying, "Er, yes. You know Ginny?"
"Yes, she helped Brendan and me in Diagon Alley!"
"Oh, well that was nice of her." Harry answered awkwardly.
Briiiinnggg!
"Gah!" Harry jumped as his pocket ringed loudly.
Briiiinnggg!
Harry searched his pockets and grabbed a neon green lighter.
"Oh no. There is no smoking in-"
Briiiinnggg!
Harry flipped the switch and instead of the normal orange flame, there was a green one, matching the lighter.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Dursley. That's just Dad's POOF. It like a fellyfone, but with the floo."
"Ahh, course."
Margaret turned to her husband, "Dear, what's the floo?"
Dudley vaguely recalled his first encounter with the Weasley's and how they destroyed the fireplace.
"What do you mean you lost Al!?" Harry winced at his wife's voice, "I'm coming over there, right now."
POP!
"What were you thinking – letting him run off like that!?" shouted the angry redhead.
The End