Notes:

Uh, hi guys.

Sorry for my month-and-a-week-long absence. Honestly, I have no excuse. I was sick for a bit - flu or something else, I'm not sure - and after that, I just struggled to find motivation. Pretty much all of this was already written, and I was planning to add more, but I decided you needed an update more than I needed a larger word count, so those details will be added to the next chapter instead. I just hope you like it.

On another note, does anyone know how you add images to your chapters? I've tried to do so before, but the method confuses me. If anybody could explain it to me, that would be greatly appreciated!

Anyway, have a great day further, and enjoy the update!

Sending love XD

Chapter 2

Dudley and Sophia stared at him.

"You're-you're not serious, are you?"

"No, Sirius is my godfather," Harry grinned but got only blank stares in response. He cleared his throat awkwardly, and changed the subject, "Sorry, inside joke. Anyway, I was, in fact, taken back to the time of the Hogwarts Founders by the founders themselves. They could see the future somehow and brought me to them in order to receive training to defeat Voldemort. I was with them for six years. Once my training was finished, I returned to the future on 31 July 1996 - exactly a year after I left, but six years older, both physically and mentally."

"Wait, wait, hold on a second," Dudley protested, "What exactly do you mean by that? That technically, you were supposed to be turning 16 but instead turned, what, 21?"

Harry nodded.

"That's insane!"

"It was strange," Harry agreed, "By the time I returned I was believed to be dead. On top of that, I was five or six years older than the people who had once been my friends and classmates. I bumped into Hermione that day in Diagon Alley and she didn't recognise me, although that might have been because I had placed a Fidelius Charm on my true identity to keep it a secret."

"Why did you do that?" Sophia asked

"Because I didn't want Voldemort to know I was back," Harry explained, "If he thought I was dead, it was unlikely he would be wary of me attacking him."

"Anyway," he continued, "I applied for the job of Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts, which I got." He smiled, "It was really weird. I ended up teaching my friends without them being aware of who I truly was. Hermione, however, figured it out using a slip of paper I'd given her with my alias written on it. The name was an anagram, you see, of my real one. She ran up to me in my office and practically squeezed the life out of me all while telling me off for making her think I was dead." He chuckled, "Looking back, it was actually quite amusing, although it wasn't at the time. I ended up explaining everything to her. A month or so later, I told Sirius and later Ron as well. A few days after that, Voldemort attacked Hogsmeade - the village neighbouring the school - and I went to fight him. We duelled and I eventually scared him off, but I was injured in the process. I made a quick recovery, however, and together with Sirius, Ron and Hermione, made plans to defeat him once and for all. They came into play a few weeks later, when he ambushed Hogwarts. He and I fought again, and I won. During our duel, I revealed my true identity to him, as well as the others who had fought alongside me. Not long after that, the rest of the world knew too."

He paused for effect, then continued, "I continued teaching after that, and, in fact, still hold my position. Hermione and I started dating after she graduated, and we married a year later. A year after that, our two eldest boys, the twins - James and Daniel - were born. Then our daughter, Lily, was born two years later and finally our youngest, Ruby, was born 2 months ago."

"Wow," Sophia commented, with a blink, "That's quite the life you've led. You could write a book."

Harry laughed, "Trust me, I've thought about it."

There was silence for a few moments as everyone contemplated what had occurred over the last while.

Then, Sophia spoke up.

"Why are you telling me all of this?" she asked, "You must have a reason. You wouldn't have just explained everything to me for the fun of it."

Dudley nodded, "You're right, of course. There is indeed a reason." He looked to Harry, "Do you want to start, or should I?"

"You start," Harry said, "You know more about the incident than I do."

"Right," Dudley agreed, before turning back to his wife, "You know that incident Rose had at school the other day?"

Sophia frowned, "The one where she got into trouble for talking to her friend? That incident?"

Dudley nodded, "Yes, that one. But not that specific part. I'm talking about what happened to her teacher."

"You mean how her skin turned blue? It's strange, isn't it? I mean, how would that happen like that? It almost sounds like…"

She trailed off, abruptly, her eyes widening.

"You were going to say 'magic', weren't you?" Harry asked.

Sophia nodded, "I-I was. But how? Are you saying that Rose is…?"

"A witch?"

She nodded.

"Yes, I am," Harry replied, "What happened with her teacher is what's known as 'Accidental Magic'. It's common among children and happens especially if they're feeling strong emotions. I, myself, turned my teacher's wig blue when she blamed me for something I didn't do. It usually tapers off when one is older and learns control, although it has been known to happen to more powerful teenagers or adults as well."

He caught Dudley glancing at him, and knew what he was thinking about - the incident with Aunt Marge the summer prior to third year, where Harry had accidentally caused her to inflate like a balloon.

"But how is that possible?" Sophia asked, bringing Harry's thoughts back to the present, "How could she be magical if Dudley and I are not?"

"There could be many reasons," Harry said, "Not all magical children are born to magical families. Hermione herself is what's known as a muggleborn. Like my mother, she is a witch born to non-magical parents. In your case, it could be a latent gene on Dudley's side of the family. If not either of those, there could have been a squib - that is a non-magical person born to magical parents - on either side, who could also have passed the gene down. On that point, would you mind very much telling me your maiden name? It could help in discovering how the trait was passed down."

"It's 'Prewett'," Sophia responded.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise, and Dudley noticed.

"That name means something to you, doesn't it?" Dudley asked.

Harry nodded, "You know I told you about my friend, Ron? Well, his mother's maiden name was Molly Prewett. His family is pureblood, but he told me once that his mother has a cousin who is an accountant that they don't talk about."

He watched as Sophia paled.
"My dad's an accountant," she breathed.

"There's the link then," Harry said, "She could have gotten it from either side of your family - most likely both."

Before either Dudley or Sophia had the chance to reply, there came the sound of the front door being opened then slammed shut, followed by the sound of light, running footsteps making their way towards them. A moment later, a young girl came rushing into the room, though she skidded to a stop when she caught sight of Harry.

He knew that it could only be Rose.

"Hello, Rose, dear," Sophia greeted, standing up and walking to her daughter, "Did you have a good day? How was dance class?"

"It was okay," Rose replied, evasively, shrugging her shoulders.

Harry smiled internally, knowing how difficult it was to pry similar sorts of information from his own children. Except for Lily, that was. She just loved to talk.

Dudley got up from his seat as well, and greeted Rose with a hug. He then turned to Harry, who also stood and smiled at the small girl before him. She seemed nervous, which was unsurprising considering that he was a stranger. Dudley introduced them.

"Rosie, love, this is my cousin, Harry. I asked him to come and explain something to you."

Rose looked up at Harry, and smiled tentatively.

"Hello," she said.

"Hello, Rose," Harry greeted, warmly, "Your mom and dad have told me a lot about you. I heard your teacher turned blue the other day, is that right?"

She nodded shyly.

"Well that's what your dad asked me to talk to you about. It's nothing bad, I promise. In fact, it's rather exciting, so if you just sit down with your mom and dad, I'll tell you a story, okay?"

"Okay," Rose agreed, following her parents in sitting back down on the sofa, from where she looked at Harry expectantly.

"Do you know why Mrs Hopley turned blue?" she asked, innocently, "She got angry with me for it, but I don't know why. I didn't try to make her blue."

"I know you didn't," Harry placated her, "and yes, I do know why she turned blue, but first I need to ask you a question."

He leaned forwards, and spoke quietly, as if sharing a secret. Rose leaned forwards too, her eyes wide and bright.

"Tell me," Harry said, with a smile, "Do you believe in magic?"

"You mean like fairies and witches and broomsticks?" she asked, equally quietly.

Harry nodded, "Yeah, like that."

"Of course!"

Harry chuckled, "Right, of course you do." He smiled, and sat upright once again. Dudley was smiling down at his daughter in amusement, as was Sophia, although Rose was oblivious to the looks from her parents.

"What would you do," Harry asked, carefully, "if I told you I was a wizard?"

Rose's mouth dropped open, "A wizard? A real one?"

Harry nodded.

"Do you have a wand?"

He nodded again in response, and flicked his wrist to withdraw it from his holster, before holding it out to her. She gazed at it with big eyes, and took it carefully from him, examining it carefully. Dudley watched her nervously, and glanced at Harry, but he shook his head, telling him not to worry.

After a minute or so, Rose looked back up at Harry, a small frown marring her features, "Daddy said you're his cousin. Does that make Daddy a wizard too?"

Dudley laughed, "No, I'm not a wizard, love." He smiled at her. She looked disappointed.

"Aww," she complained, "That would have been cool!"

Harry grinned at her.

"But wouldn't it be cooler," he asked, "if you were a witch?"

Rose's eyes lit up again, "Definitely!"

"Well then," Harry continued, "What if I told you that you were a witch? That it was you who turned Mrs Hopley blue? What would you think of that?"

"Are you serious?"

Harry nodded.

"Was it really me? Did I turn Mrs Hopley blue?!"

"Yes, you did, love," Sophia, replied, smiling at her daughter's excitement, "Harry's been telling us all about magic. He said that he did something similar when he was at school too. Apparently it's quite common for younger wizards and witches."

"When you turn 11," Harry continued, "you'll get a special letter from a school called Hogwarts, inviting you to attend. It's a school for wizards and witches like you. I went there too, and I'm currently one of the teachers."

"Can't I go now? I want to learn how to cast spells!"

Harry laughed, shaking his head as he took his wand back, "No, I'm afraid not. But, if your mum and dad say it's okay, maybe you can come and visit me at my house this weekend, if you're not too busy. I have two boys the same age as you, and two girls a bit younger. I'm sure they'd love to meet you."

Rose's eyes widened, and she looked to her parents. Sophia laughed.

"I'm sure that will be perfectly fine. Just let us know where and when, and we'll be there."

Harry smiled, "It's sorted then. I'll let you know exactly when, and I'll send you my address. Now, if you don't mind, I've got to be getting home. Hermione will be back soon, and so will Sirius with the kids."

"Of course," Sophia beamed, "Thank you so much for coming to see us this afternoon. We really appreciate it."

Harry shook his head as he rose from his seat, "It was my pleasure."

"I'll see you out," Dudley said as he, too, stood, and they both went out into the hall. Harry put his coat back on, before turning to his cousin.

"It was nice to see you again, Dud. I'll send you the details for this weekend. Would an owl be okay?"

"Yeah, sure," Dudley nodded, "I suppose we'll have to get used to them sometime or other, so it had better be sooner, rather than later." He smiled, "Thank you for everything this afternoon."

"It's no problem," Harry waved him off, dismissively, "I'll see you soon then, yeah?"

"Yeah," Dudley agreed, opening the front door and letting him out, "We'll see you soon."

Harry grinned back at him, before turning and heading down the street. Dudley watched as he turned into the alleyway they had arrived in, and disappeared. Dudley shook his head slightly, his mind still processing all that had happened that day, before he turned, closing the door, and heading back into the sitting room where Sophia and Rose were waiting for him.