I'm back again! It's the holidays so I am going to try and update as much as I can. I hope you liked the last chapter but I hope things will pick up from now on as I've done all the explaining of how Harry and Dudley reconcile etc. :)

So this chapter takes place about three years on: teddy is four and is starting to do A little bit of uncontrolled magic but not much. Dudley has had a little girl (not magic) who is about a year old and ginny is pregnant with James Sirius. Basically Harry and ginny have taken teddy to see a Holyhead harpies match (ginny can't play as she is heavily pregnant with James) and they have decided to stay overnight with Dudley and his wife and daughter.

Hope you enjoy!!

"Darling would you get the door? I think that's them! I just need to put the chicken in the oven and then I can finish off making their beds..."

"Calm down henrietta! Everything's fine. They are family after all. It's not as if they will judge us!"

"I know Duds but the potters, well they're always so interesting with their magic and their fame. I just want to show them what we can do too."

"Honestly love, Harry is the last person who to judge us. Now calm down. I'm going to get the door. Stop fussing! You look beautiful!"

Dudley Dursley straightened his shirt and made his way down the hallway to where his cousin was waiting on the front doorstep. With a deep breath, he swung open the door with an apprehensive smile plastered to his face. Despite what he said to his wife, Dudley still harboured a fear that Harry would one day reject him as he had been rejected by Dudley for 17 years of his life, that he would bring up the past, that he would make Dudley pay for what he had done. Logically he new Harry was not that type of person, and every time they met up that fear seemed to reduce a fraction, but still...

"Hi Big D! How's the family?"

Dudley's smile became genuine at Harry's affectionate use of his old nickname.

"Everyone's fine. Do come in. Etta's just cooking dinner. "

The potters piled into the hallway, ginny carrying teddy, Harry carrying everything else.

Once the potters had taken their overnight bags up to the spare room, the two families all gathered in the sitting room whilst they waited for the dinner to cook. Dudley handed round glasses of gin and tonic whilst ginny produced a bag of multi-flavour crisps (that tasted of whoever was eating them's favourite flavour. ) and the adults began to chat whilst teddy played with baby violet ( Dudley's daughter) on the floor.

They talked about almost everything from travel to technology, work to what they had planned for the rapidly approaching Easter break.

Eventually the conversation turned to the children and, more specifically, teddy.

"So how does it work in the wizarding world?" Henrietta asked as she entered to the room after leaving to check on the chicken. "Teddy is about the age to start reception isn't he? Do you have a primary school system or do all wizarding kids get homeschooled?"

Harry took a sip of his GT before replying. "Well there isn't a specific system as the kids don't start to learn magic until they get to age 11 anyhow, but ginny, andromeda and I have agreed it might be healthier for him to go to a muggle school. After all, his father was always very keen to encourage the wizarding world to accept all human beings regardless of their blood."

Dudley nodded in agreement at this. "I only wish I had been more accepting of you when we were younger Harry."

"Honestly Dudley. How many times do I have to tell you! The past is in the past. I forgive you. At least our children won't grow up hating each other."

Dudley smiled, as did the cousin's wives and the four adults turned to look fondly at the children whilst ginny massaged her belly absentmindedly. Teddy was morphing his face to resemble different animals whilst violet squeaked in excitement.

"Pwiggy! Quicken! Moo moo!"

It was hard to tell who was having more fun: teddy or violet!

In that instant Teddy looked so much like Tonks that Ginny felt her eyes begin prickle. It had been four years since the war but everyday something seemed to trigger her or Harry. They had lost so many friends, family, colleagues... They had been through so much that sometimes the quiet, cosy times seemed surreal. Occasionally ginny was gripped by an uncontrollable panic: was she doing the right thing, bringing a child into the world? Although she knew in her mind that Voldemort was gone, she still couldn't get over her fear that something else, something darker might threaten her family. Ginny wasn't afraid of death, pain, hardships. No. She could cope with all of that. It was abandoning her family the way Harry had been abandoned and, to some extent Teddy too. If she and Harry were to die...

With a barely perceptible shake of her head, ginny reigned in her wandering mind and allowed the cosy warmth and friendly conversation of the Dursley's living room to wash over her once more. Only Harry noticed the slight shadow that had clouded her eyes for a few seconds. But he didn't say anything. He knew what had crossed her mind. They were all still haunted by the ghosts of the war. But for now they would concern themselves only in the lighthearted conversation that filled the front room with a warm buzz.

Later on as she cleared away the empty dishes, Henrietta marvelled at how normal the potters were. When Dudley had first sat her down and explained the nature of his family, she had expected them to be eccentric folk spurting clouds of coloured smoke from their ears and speaking in an incomprehensible babble whilst turning teapots into toads or some such thing. But no. If she hadn't witnessed them performing a few spells on odd occasions (and of course there was Harry's godson teddy -that child was quite something!) she would have thought them to be completely normal. She began to fill a bowl with hot water when she noticed that ginny had got up and followed her into the kitchen.

"Here, let me do the dishes." Ginny offered and before Henrietta could protest she had pointed her wand at the plates and every last gravy stain had disappeared. With another flick, the plates began flying around the kitchen back to their respective cupboards and Henrietta could only envy the ease at which what had promised to be a laborious task had been completed.

"Th-hanks!" She stuttered, amazed. No matter how many times she encountered magic, she still had trouble believing her eyes.

"No problem" ginny smiled at her warmly.

The two ladies walked back towards the dining room chatting. Suddenly there was a loud crash and the lights in the hallway flickered out as the bulb popped in a shower of glass.

"For Merlin's sake teddy!" Ginny cursed as she and henrietta jogged the last few paces towards the dining room door and burst in to see teddy screaming with laughter and clapping his hands whilst Harry extinguished the smoking table cloth and repaired the bulb that had shattered above the table.

"What the hell just happened?" Asked a pasty faced Dudley, clutching a giggling violet to his chest. "It wasn't those dark wizard people you told us about? What were they called - death diners?"

Harry looked a little preoccupied with the smoking table cloth so ginny answered.

"Death eaters? And no no. Nothing to worry about Dudley. It's just, well, when wizarding children are growing up they tend to exhibit signs of magic-usually out of their control- when they are scared, tired, excited and so on. I am afraid that was teddy just getting a bit overexcited. He seems to get on really well with violet you see.." Ginny grimaced apologetically as she took in the state of the table cloth.

However, to her surprise Dudley only mumbled "That would explain the python then" to which Harry let out a huge snort. The women looked on in confusion as the men promptly began to laugh violently.

When the laughter had ceased, ginny and henrietta decided that it was high time the children went to bed so Teddy and Violet were whisked off upstairs, leaving Harry and Dudley to chat whilst they shared a bottle of firewhisky. (Dudley was mad about it so Harry made sure to bring him a huge crate of the stuff whenever they saw eachother. )

"Y'know harry, the more I learn about wizards, the more my own childhood seems to make sense. All those strange things that happened must have been you!" Dudley chuckled as he shook his head.

"I remember being so mortified at the time that they happened but looking back, it was rather funny, wasn't it?" Harry agreed. "Do you remember that time at Halloween when you went as a zombie?"

"How could I forget! You must have been so upset that mum and dad didn't let you go out that you somehow jinxed that face paint! I had to go round school looking like a Brussels sprout for weeks!"

Harry and Dudley both grinned at the recollection of the memory.

"I'm glad we made up, Big D."

"Me too Harry, me too."

So what do you think?

Reviews would be much appreciated and if you have any ideas of what you want in the next one please let me know!

I have decided that this story will be more like a series of one shots spanning from just after the war to when Albus goes to Hogwarts.

Also I have exams coming up this month so I'm hitting the revision hard so I apologise in advance if I don't manage to update another chapter soon!!

Thanks for baring with me though guys! It is much appreciated :)