Harry was searching his closet in an attempt to find a nicer pair of muggle clothes. He wasn't trying to impress, but he'd rather not look like a complete duffer.

Checking the time, he gets up, goes downstairs, and kisses Ginny, before apparating just outside of Privet Drive.

Dudley, checks the time, and hears a knock on the door. His cousin was a couple minutes early. He quickly brushes his parents off, and goes to answer the door.

"Evening Harry," greets Dudley opening the door. "All right?"

"Brilliant, thanks. You Big D?" replies Harry.

"I'm alright," says Dudley. "I should warn you –"

"Who's at the door Popkin?" comes Aunt Petunia's shrill voice. This was something that didn't bode well for Harry, as Vernon was most likely there as well.

"They stayed over longer than I anticipated," says Dudley apologetically. "They took Emily out today."

"I see," stats Harry. "It's fine, honestly."

Suddenly Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon made their way around the corner and spotted Harry.

"Oh, it's you," says Petunia coldly.

"What are you doing here, Boy?" demands Vernon.

"I invited him," says Dudley. "This is who I'm going out with for a pint."

"Dudders?" inquires Petunia.

Dudley looks at Harry as if to ask, "Should I tell them now?"

Harry just nods in reply to the unspoken question.

"Come in, and take a seat," Dudley shrugs as he ushers them inside.

"Dad! Who's here?" asks Emily coming down the stairs.

"It's me," grins Harry.

"Uncle Harry," beams Emily running towards him.

"Dudley!" demands Vernon.

Dudley quickly whispers something to Sarah, and both Emily and her end up going out the back door the yard, under the pretense of grabbing something from the shed.

Once Emily is gone, Dudley speaks up.

"We reconnected the other night," explains Dudley. "He had some business to do in the area, and some stuff came out."

"You're not going to like this," says Harry. "I know that, but I was asked to come here because –"

Harry instantly saw a note of recognition in Aunt Petunia's eyes.

"You're saying she's a Witch," accuses Petunia.

"Yes," replies Harry.

Moments later Vernon has grabbed his collar, and pinned him against the wall.

"What is this about my granddaughter being a you-know-what?!" roars Vernon.

"It's true," states Harry.

"It's the truth Dad," confirms Dudley. "She started doing the accident magic stuff that Harry used to do when she was young. We just all never mentioned it, and I tried to hide it from you."

"You put her right – this instant!" roars Vernon.

"And if there is nothing to fix?" retorts Harry.

"Put him down Dad," demands Dudley. "Emily is fine."

Finally Vernon loosens his grip, and lets Harry go.

"Thanks," grumbles Harry as he fixes his shirt.

"You ready to go?" offers Dudley.

"Definitely," replies Harry.

Once outside, Harry and Dudley regard each other thoughtfully.

"There's a pub a couple streets down that's not bad," offers Dudley.

"Sounds great," answers Harry.

They are fairly quiet as they walk. Harry, for one, kept looking around and seeing how much things had changed. It was weird. In many ways, it had changed. In others, it was exactly the same.

"What do you drink?" asks Dudley.

"They don't have what I normally drink," jokes Harry.

"Ah," says Dudley. "Some special type?"

"Yeah," says Harry. "Firewhisky."

"Lager then?" suggests Dudley.

"Sure," replies Harry.

"Great," says Dudley.

Once they're drinks are made, they find an empty table in the corner.

Dudley just sits staring at him, so Harry reckons it is up to him to start the conversation.

"Thank you for what you did back there," he states.

"It's nothing," assures Dudley. "It was long overdue."

There was an awkward silence and Harry starts to rack his brain for safe territory.

"What do you do for a living?" is what Harry settles on.

"I am a Physical Education teacher at Stonewall," informs Dudley. "I also coach the Wrestling Team."

"That's great Dud," says Harry.

"What do you do?" inquires Dudley.

"I am Head of the Auror Department," says Harry. "Police."

"So you catch… your lot who go bad?" asks Dudley carefully phrasing his question.

"Yes," says Harry. "That's certainly a large part of it. There are good and bad in every bunch. It's no different with my lot."

"That makes sense," says Dudley.

"So how do you feel about Emily joining my lot?" Harry asks. "She seems pleased. What about you?"

Dudley gives him a sad smile.

"Thought I was going to go barmy like Dad did when you got all those letters?" asks Dudley.

"I… uh… definitely considered it a possibility," says Harry wryly.

"I'm not thrilled," admits Dudley. "She'll be going off to a boarding school, and a world that I don't understand. However, she is my daughter, and I figure she's still the same Emily she's always been."

"That's surprisingly mature Dudley," says Harry. "If you are serious about wanting to learn more about our world then I'll do everything I can; just promise me one thing."

"What is that?" inquires Dudley.

"Do not let her go through what I did," says Harry.

"I wouldn't even consider it," says Dudley. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," says Harry. "What is it?"

"Did you really do all those things they say you did?" asks Dudley.

"Yes," says Harry. "I had help most of the time though. My life was anything but normal, even by my lots standards."

"You really fought a Dragon?" asks Dudley.

"Yes," says Harry. "One of Voldemort's followers entered my name into a very dangerous competition, forcing me to compete. A schoolmate, Cedric, died during one of the tasks."

"Why does that name sound familiar?" inquires Dudley. "When was this?"

"My 4th year," said Harry.

"That summer when you were really glum, and were having nightmares," realizes Dudley.

"I witnessed it," says Harry bitterly.

"I'm sorry Harry," says Dudley. "I was a total git."

"I'm fine, really," replies Harry. "It's fine."

"You always did say that a lot," says Dudley thoughtfully. "I'm pretty sure it means some closer to, 'I'm still breathing,' to you."'

Harry just gives Dudley a pointed look.

"How long have you been in the Orer Department for?" Dudley inquires.

"Auror – And since I finished school actually," informs Harry. "I knew the new Minster of Magic, as he was part of the Order, and he knew my skills. I had also spent the last year fighting Voldemort so they waved my prerequisites, and let me start training regardless."

"What prerequisites?" Dudley questions.

"I never completed my last year of school due to the war, so I never sat some important exams," explains Harry. "They decided, however, that I'd shown my abilities elsewhere, so I was accepted into the Training Program anyways."

"What happened with the other two that went on the run with you?" Dudley asks.

"Ron and Hermione?" says Harry. "Well, they are actually married with 2 kids now. Hermione went back and finished her last year of school, and now works at the Ministry. Ron's an Auror as well, but he also assists his brother, George, with his shop in Diagon Alley quite a bit."

"You three were in that newspaper of yours very regularly that year," states Dudley.

"I was 'Undesirable #1' if I remember correctly," says Harry.

"Dedalus also listened to Potter Watch constantly," informs Dudley with a nod. "Mum hated it, but after a while I started asking questions, and occasionally listened in as well."

"We listened to Potter Watch as well," says Harry. "All of us were hoping not to hear names of people we know or cared about. I did try and avoid it though; it was really depressing."

Dudley just nods.

The conversation continues like this for a bit longer, until Harry finally decides to take his leave.

Checking his watch, he stands up.

"I should probably get going," says Harry.

"Already?" questions Dudley.

"Yes," says Harry. "Strictly speaking an Auror is never off duty, and I have paperwork to do tomorrow."

"Alright," says Dudley. "See you Saturday?"

"I'll meet you at your place," says Harry nodding.

"Have a good night," says Dudley.

"Night Big D," replies Harry before apparating with a loud crack.

"I'll never get used to that," Dudley thinks to himself.