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Now a big shout out needs to go towards my beta reader: Scribe of The Fanciful.

Now I think I need to address this because I have gotten many emails about fanfiction that has been taken down by me. These are my stories I want to share with other readers. At times I post them up on whims to see if it catches any ones eyes, and if it does I continue on with it. But if I see that I am not getting at least 2 or 3 reviews a chapter (honestly that isn't a lot) I might take it down. This is because I feel like it could be done better and want to improve on it. Hence why this particular story was taken down and now I am reposting it. And sometimes like with my other story (Slytherin redemption) I just dont like it. If I don't like it that means I am not going to leave it up and get embarrassed by it. Okay enough with me just rambeling on and on. Also, please remember to review.

OH AND AS AN INCENTIVE TO REVIEW THE FIRST 5 REVIEWS WILL GET A SNEAK PEAK AT CHAPTER 3 WHICH WILL BE POSTED ON SATURDAY (I AM NOT KIDDING)

Harry took a deep breath in and exhaled as Dudley opened the door and walked in. Harry just gazed around the house. Nothing much had changed since he was last here. Everything seemed to be neat and tidy as he, Dudley, Ginny, and Samantha made their way to the living room. He could easily recognize the backs of his aunt and uncle but there was another woman present. Harry could only assume that it was Samantha's mother.

Dudley took a breath, and said "Mum, Dad, I'd like to talk to you."

"Go ahead, Dudders," Petunia crooned as the pair of them turned around. The moment that she saw, Harry, however, she fell silent. Uncle Vernon's face turned bright red, causing Harry to grip his want more tightly than was necessary. In an instant, Vernon had grabbed his granddaughter by the shoulders and pulled her close to him.

"What is that boy doing here?" he bellowed, pointing a finger at Harry, "I thought we agreed that we'd never see him again! Never!"

Dudley let out a sigh.

"Dad, Harry is here because he needed to tell us something about Samantha."

Harry wouldn't have thought it possible, but Uncle Vernon's face turned an even darker shade of red. Since his uncle couldn't seem to find any words, Harry spoke.

"Your granddaughter is a witch."

There was a small gasp from Aunt Petunia, but before she could say anything Uncle Vernon let out an ear-splitting roar and thrust Samantha behind him with enough force to send her flying.

"What magic have you cast upon my granddaughter?"

Harry rolled his eyes.

"I haven't done anything of that sort."

Unfortunately, Uncle Vernon was having none of that. He grabbed Harry by the collar, got very close to Harry's face, and said in a deadly voice:

"I demand you..."

But before he could finish, Ginny had her wand out and pointed at Vernon. She said, "Let my husband go or I'll hex you."

As soon as Vernon saw the wand, he let go of Harry.

"She is not going," he spat, "We will stomp it out of her..."

When Samantha heard the rage in her grandfather's voice she instinctively hid behind her mother, trembling slightly with fear. At this, Harry lost control.

"Do please explain," he growled, his voice shaking with anger, "how you plan on stomping it out of her…"

Uncle Vernon was surprised with the tone his nephew took with him. He saw no reason to back down, however. Instead his fury only seemed to increase.

"You stay out of my family's business! I will do whatever I feel is right!" Vernon tried to grab his shaking granddaughter. He was stopped by Amelia.

"You will not touch my daughter!"

Uncle Vernon tried to shove his daughter-in-law out of the way but was stopped by Dudley, who spoke in a clear voice.

"That is enough, Dad. This family mistreated Harry and I will not have it done to my daughter!"

Vernon looked furious.

"We can thrash it out of her!" Vernon went to grab his belt, which made only made Samantha shrink further away from him, but before he could do anything more, Petunia let out a shriek.

"You will do no such thing and if you even dare, I will call the police!"

Uncle Vernon looked dumbfounded, but his wife showed no sign of relenting

.

"What I did to my nephew was unacceptable! I see that now! I refuse to let you do that do that with my granddaughter."

Uncle Vernon stood there with his mouth open, while Harry looked at his aunt in surprise.

After a moment of stunned silence, Dudley spoke.

"Harry… if she is going to go to this school, won't she need school supplies? I don't think we can find them in… um… normal shops."

Harry smiled widely "Well, of course you can't – you have to go to wizard shops. Ginny and I are taking the kids to Diagon Alley tomorrow, if you wanted to join us."

Dudley just nodded. Samantha turned to her grandmother and squealed excitedly.

"Grandma and Grandpa, will you come with us?"

Vernon Dursley's face turned a bright shade of red, but before another outburst could happen, Aunt Petunia knelt down and faced her granddaughter.

"Sweetie, your grandpa and I have to have a talk, so we can't go with you. We'll come next time, I promise."

Harry looked stunned at Petunia's behavior but decided not to say anything. He cleared his throat.

"Well, Dudley, I think we better be going. I think the best thing to do is pick you up because I'm pretty sure you won't be able to find Diagon Alley." Dudley nodded and Harry continued, "Good. We'll pick you up at eight."

After both Harry and Ginny had gotten into their car Ginny spoke. "Well, that went well!"

Harry nodded.

"It could have been a lot worse."

Ginny let out a grin. "You know, I want to take Dudley to George's joke shop!"

Harry groaned. He had totally forgotten that he had told George the story of when he first met Hagrid. George found the incident so funny that he had decided to make a joke item out of it. All Harry could tell his wife was, "We'll see, honey!"


Harry woke early the next day and got his three kids ready. Once they were set, he piled them into the car and started to drive.

"What are the Dursleys like?" Albus asked excitedly.

Harry hesitated for a moment. He didn't know exactly what to say. James, Albus and Lily had never met the Dursleys for a reason. He chose his answer carefully.

"Well, your Great Aunt, Dudley and his daughter Samantha are nice, but your Great Uncle might be a little afraid of magic. So you three should be on your best behavior and try not to scare him."

He looked through the rear view mirror and saw a grin on James' face.

"James, that means no pranks, do you hear me?

Harry gave his son a stern look and James grinned back mischievously. Harry continued to frown, and his son eventually sighed in resignation, pulling out a decoy detonator and puking pastel from his pocket. He gave them to his father, who pocketed them at once.

Ginny looked at her son sternly.

"James Potter, I know that you got a new shipment of pink umbrellas from your Uncle George and you are to hand them over now!"

"But Mum," James whined, defeated, "it's the ultimate prank!"

Ginny looked sternly at her son and James handed over the pink umbrellas. Soon they pulled up to Number Four, Privet Drive, where Dudley, Amelia and their daughter were waiting outside.

Dudley walked up to the car.

"I thought it would be best if you didn't come in. Dad is not in the best of moods."

Harry just nodded.

"Quite understandable. Why don't you three follow us in your car?"

"I wish Grandma could come with us!" Samantha mumbled.

Amelia looked down at her daughter sadly and knelt beside her.

"Dear, grandma has to take care of some business, but she promised next time she would come with us. We both know if she promises something she keeps up with it!" This made Samantha perk up.

Everyone got into their respective cars and drove. Once in London Harry, Ginny and their three children came out of the car and met up with the Dursleys. Harry then decided to introduce Dudley, Amelia and Samantha to his three children.

"Samantha, James will be starting his third year at Hogwarts and Albus will be in your year, but Lily still has two more years left."

Samantha nodded. Dudley spoke up.

"Um, Harry, are we at the right place?"

James sniggered, but stopped as soon as he saw his mother's stern face.

Harry just smiled.

"Dudley, just follow me."

Looking confused, Dudley followed. When they stopped, he frowned slightly.

"I still don't see..." But before he could continue, his daughter let out a delighted scream.

"Daddy, don't you see it?"

Dudley just shook his head. Samantha pulled his father closer to the shop until he could finally see it. Dudley looked dumbfounded.

"I must have passed this place a million times and never noticed it."

Harry let out a chuckle.

"Well, we have to keep ourselves hidden. Now let's go."

As Harry made his way inside, he was swarmed by people wanting to take his autograph or picture. Dudley looked shocked and whispered to Ginny.

"Why is everyone trying to talk to Harry?"

"Well," Ginny whispered back dramatically, "Harry did defeat the most evil wizard that ever lived."

She dragged Harry out of the Leaky Cauldron and into the entrance of Diagon Alley.

Harry smiled at his wife.

"Thank you," he muttered, turning to Dudley.

"Dudley, just in case I'm not with you next time, you might want to ask someone to tap on these bricks because Samantha can't use magic outside of school."

Samantha looked confused.

"Uncle Harry, why can't I use magic outside of school?"

Harry chuckled. "Well, because you are underage, but once you turn seventeen you will be allowed to."

Samantha just nodded and Harry tapped the brick wall to open the doorway.

"Welcome," he said dramatically, "to Diagon Alley!"

Samantha's mouth fell open as she took in the magical scenery. Harry set off, leading the way down the street.

"Well, first we need to head to Gringotts."

Both Dudley and Samantha looked confused. "Gringotts is the wizarding bank and it is ran by goblins." Harry said the last part as casually as possible although Dudley still began to look like he might vomit.

"Goblins?" he asked weakly.

Harry nodded.

"We need to exchange the money."

Unable to contain her excitement, Samantha tugged on her uncle's sleeve.

"What are the different types of money?"

Harry looked down.

"Well," he said, "we have sickles, knuts and galleons. There are seventeen sickles in a galleon, and twenty-nine knuts in a sickle, meaning there are four-hundred-and-ninety-three knuts to a galleon."

As they rounded the corner, James spoke, the corner of his mouth twitching.

"Hey Dad, can you show us where the giant hole is where you helped the dragon escape?"

Harry groaned. Clearly Ron had gone ahead and told his children of how he, Ron and Hermione had broken into Gringotts and escaped on the back of a gigantic dragon. What had Ron been thinking? Now Dudley was looking at Harry as though he had never met before and Samantha was regarding him as if he was a dangerous rebel.

"No," he said, looking pointedly at James as if to tell him to shut up. "The chandelier's gone though, so it might be a bit dim when we go in there. They've only got candles now."

As they made their way to the giant bank, Harry wished he'd made Dudley a Confidence Draught before they'd started the day, as his cousin had become quite dazed. And this was before he was going to meet the goblins in person. At least he wouldn't need to visit a vault; Harry honestly wasn't sure Dudley would survive the journey on the cart.

Nevertheless, Harry knew there was a first time for everything in the wizarding world, and therefore coaxed Dudley and Samantha up the steps to Gringotts. Both of them seemed to be quite nervous at meeting a goblin for the first time. As this was not the first time his own kids had come to Gringotts, the three of them were looking around with an expression of excitement on their faces. James in particular loved exploring inside Gringotts, and seemed intent on finding the long scratches on the walls the dragon had made all those years ago. He hadn't found them yet, and his father knew why. Harry chuckled. His Uncle Ron loved to embellish that particular story a little bit.

The interior of Gringotts was just as beautiful and intimidating as it had always been, with goblins walking around the giant high-ceilinged room and cobwebs dangling from rafters. The hole in the ceiling had thankfully been repaired, and the chandelier was indeed gone. To the average wizard, nothing else seemed to be different. But Harry had known well enough that the tiles in the entryway had been repaired and painted over, so the colors were just the slightest shade darker then they had been before. Harry watched from the corner of his eyes and gave a small smile as he saw Samantha looking around in surprise.

Harry guided the group to the nearest goblin, and said, "My cousin would like to exchange muggle money, please."

The goblin looked up from his paper work so fast that the hair protruding from his ears seemed to quiver. He looked Harry in the face with interest, his large bulbous eyes sliding to the lightning-shaped scar. He didn't say anything, but gave Harry a discreet nod and turned to Dudley.

The goblin regarded him with a respectful raise of his eyebrows. "First time to Diagon Alley?" he asked.

Dudley could only nod, but Samantha, who was jumping up and down, stared up at the goblin and said, "Yes sir!"

The goblin looked down at Samantha with interest as he reached for a quill. "Hogwarts, then."

Samantha just nodded as Amelia handed a few crisp bills to the goblin. The goblin didn't say anything else, and began to count out galleons, sickles and knuts methodically. He only paused about halfway to reprimand James and Albus, who were both inspecting a large golden scale at the other end of the room.

"Get your hands off of that," he barked "it's a priceless antique." Both of the boys' hands sprang away from the scale at once.

After they were done, Harry ushered his kids, Dudley, Amelia, and Samantha outside. As they neared the bottom of the steps, both Samantha and Dudley examined the new coins with interest. Amelia, having seen the coins before, gave a small smile. Dudley, however, spent a good long time examining them.

"So these here are Galileos?"

James let out a snigger and Ginny eyed her older son, giving him a warning look.

"No," she said kindly, "those are sickles, but these right here are Galleons."

Dudley nodded.

Harry took this moment to survey the rest of the street, deciding which shops they should go into next. He then spotted Flourish and Blotts.

"Let's go in here first," he said, and led Dudley, along with everyone else across the cobblestones. Once inside, the group made their way into the cluttered bookstore. Books of all shapes and sizes were stacked in misshapen heaps on the floor, magazines were tucked behind the umbrella stand, and a few encyclopaedias of wizarding accomplishments floated merrily near the ceiling.

Albus grabbed Samantha's hand at once and led her among the towering shelves and sunbeams to the children's section, where several graphic novels entitled The Undercover Wizard were propped against a display stand - Samantha blinked several times before she was sure that illustrations were moving. Books like "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" were lined against the black wooden bookshelves.

"We'll let them find our school books," Albus said to her now. "Dad knows what to get."

"Okay," Samantha replied brightly, still scanning the shelves with amazement. She was still dazed by the fact that there was another world that lay hidden among the streets of London. She almost felt pity for muggles who would never see how much lay on the other side of that enchanted brick wall behind the Leaky Cauldron.

"What's your favorite book to read?" she asked Albus, and he immediately pulled a thick wrinkled leather book from the bottom shelf. It was a book about Quidditch. Samantha wondered if that was a disease. She must have said it out loud, for James had started to laugh richly.

"Muggleborns," he scoffed.

Albus rolled his eyes.

"Samantha, Quidditch is a sport and it is played up in the air on broomsticks. There are even teams in Hogwarts. I can teach you the basics if you want before school starts, Mum actually played professionally for a while, and Dad was the youngest seeker at Hogwarts in almost a century. I'm sure both of them would love to help you learn."

Samantha initially recoiled at the idea of herself whizzing around on a broomstick, soaring high in the air. Her stomach even scrunched up at the mere through of her feet leaving the ground. It wasn't a normal thought for her, but that was before she was introduced to magic, she reminded herself, and she might as well give it a try.

She and Albus spent a good long while racing between the shelves, investigating books that had strange titles and shiny leather covers. Soon they approached the potions section where Amelia heard a man's voice on the other side of the bookshelf. It was reedy and disdainful, with a lazy drawl.

"Scorpius, at least try to meet some other children outside your group while I get your books. You can't be the only one shopping for Hogwarts today."

There was a silence for a while, then a boy's voice said, "But grandfather said that..."

But before the boy could finish, the lazy drawl was heard again.

"Now, Scorpius, your grandfather isn't around and his time will be taken up in Knockturn Alley. It would be best to make new friends while you can."

Samantha waited a moment until she was sure the conversation had ended before pushing two copies of Eye of Newt apart. All of a sudden, a boy stopped by her.

"It's rude to eavesdrop," he said in a quiet voice. His black eyes were narrowed and he clasped his hands behind his back. He was wearing emerald robes with an inky black crest over his heart, and his white hair was combed to the side, clinging close to his forehead. Samantha had seen his expression before on the faces of the rich children that had gone to school with her: bored and expectant.

"Er...I'm sorry, I just-"

"What in the name of Merlin is that?" Scorpius asked in curiosity. He was looking with wide eyes at the locket around her neck. In her discomfort, she had opened it, and the picture inside was now visible. It was one of her parents together, holding her when she was a baby.

"It's a locket," she said "Haven't you seen one before?"

"Of course I have," Scorpius rolled his eyes. "I meant what's inside. Is that a picture? How come it isn't moving?" He moved closer to get a better look.

"You mean you've never seen a still photograph before?"

"No. All of ours move. Even the paintings," he said. "So are you a Muggleborn, then?"

Samantha confirmed this proudly, but Scorpius looked uncomfortable. He glanced around the store, like he was searching for someone.

"Don't let my grandfather hear that."

As if on cue, a stern voice cut in:

"What did you say, Scorpius?"

There was a set of louder footsteps, and suddenly a tall man with white blond hair and a pointed chin was examining the two children over his grandson's shoulders. Scorpius trembled in front of the older man.

"Father told me you were in Knockturn Alley!"

Lucius stared coldly at his grandson.

"I finished my work early."

After a moment he asked "Who do we have here?"

Something in the way that he said it made Samantha feel like it was more of a demand than a question. Stuttered slightly as she answered

"Er... My name's Samantha Dursley, and this is…"

She trailed off, uncertainly. Anger was blazing in the older man's eyes as he glared down at the lad beside him.

"Scorpius," he spat, and his voice was just as furious as his expression, 'How many times do I have to say it? You will not associate yourself with mudblood filth!'

Scoripus' gaze dropped to the ground.

"Yes grandfather," he muttered, allowing himself to be dragged away. Just before he disappeared behind the shelves, the stole a glance back over his shoulder at Samantha, his eyes wide and frightened.

"Help me," he mouthed, before vanishing from sight.