"Daddy, someone's at the door," screams Lily.

"Thanks, Lil. I'll get it," replies Harry, walking to the door.

"Morning Harry," says Arthur.

"Morning dad," replies Harry,

"Feeling up for a walk?" prods Arthur.

"Sure, I'll just be a minute," says Harry curiously, and a few minutes later they were walking through the field near the Potter house.

"I'm I right in guessing you want to talk to me about something?" inquires Harry.

"Yes, actually. I wanted to talk to you about yesterday," says Arthur.

"You mean with Vernon?" says Harry unsure of where this conversation was headed.

"Too right you are," starts Arthur. "I am proud of you Harry."

"Err, thanks," says Harry awkwardly.

"I mean it Harry," states Arthur. "After everything you've been through, you still found it in your heart to forgive Dudley, and if I am not mistaken your Aunt Petunia."

"I understand why they did what they did," starts Harry. "Dudley was just doing what he was taught by his parents, and well, Aunt Petunia was jealous. She feels like she lost her sister to our world."

"But knowing that, does it make what you went through any easier?" says Arthur.

"No," says Harry, "But it does make it a little easier to forgive them."

"What are you planning to do about Vernon?" inquires Arthur.

"Well, I can't blame him for his fears, but it turned into hate," comments Harry. "I don't think it really was ever hate for Dudley or Aunt Petunia."

"Meaning?" prods Arthur.

"I can't forgive him," says Harry. "He hurt me, and it doesn't look like he'll ever see his actions for what they were."

"Very good point," adds Arthur. "Although, he now knows he can't bully you around anymore."

"I love the effect that the glare had on him!" says Harry laughing.

"You spent too much time with a certain potions master," says Arthur teasingly, receiving a mock glare à la Snape from Harry.

"You are way too good at that," says Arthur slightly unnerved.

"I learned from the best," jokes Harry.

"So how did things go when you went to Surrey?" asks Arthur. "I feel like there is more to the story."

"Well, you'd be right," starts Harry. "It turns out that I wasn't nearly as over everything as I thought I was, and Dudley went to go get a box of pictures for me; I followed him."

"Go on," encourages Arthur.

"I guess I never fully realized just how thin I looked, especially in Dudley's old cast offs," says Harry. "I hardly recognized myself. It ended with Dudley inviting me for a drink the next night."

Arthur nods.

"The next night though, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were there," says Harry. "Vernon tried to blame me for Emily's being a witch, and shoved me into a wall; Dudley stood up for me though, and got me out of the house."

"Seems Dudley has definitely learned his lesson," says Arthur.

"Yeah, he really has changed. I felt like I was 13 again," says Harry.

"What changed?" asks Arthur.

"What do you mean?" inquires Harry.

"You stood up to him yesterday. Something's obviously changed," states Arthur.

"I guess I just got angry," says Harry.

"At whom, or should I say what?" prods Arthur.

"Angry at him, angry at feeling so small," admits Harry. "And I guess, I just realized that I am not that scrawny, little boy anymore."

"No, you're not," agrees Arthur.

"I have to say, I've proved him wrong," says Harry.

"Yes, yes you have!" says Arthur with a smile.

"I have a great job, and family. I couldn't ask for anything more. If that isn't amounting to something, then I don't know what is," says Harry proudly.

"Too right you are!" exclaims Arthur. "You know Molly and I wish we could have helped you more growing up."

"I know," says Harry. "It was the safest place for me though, and you had a lot on your plate."

"That's no excuse," says Arthur.

"It was the safest place for me," says Harry, "and I could normally handle it no problem. You guys were honestly a huge help. You brought me into your family from day one, and I always knew I was welcome here."

"You still suffered so much," said Arthur shivering. "But enough with that now. How about we go back inside?"

"Sounds good to me. It's bloody cold out here," says Harry turning towards the house.