A few weeks later Harry invited Dudley and Sarah to the Leaky Cauldron to celebrate Dudley's being put up for promotion. They were having a great time, and Harry found it hilarious when Dudley tried some of Ogden's Old Firewhiskey. Sarah was stunned when she heard Harry order a Butterbeer for Lily.
"Butterbeer, really?" scolds Sarah.
"Why not?" says Ginny confused, making Harry smirk. "It's actually pretty common to give it to kids."
"Well..." starts Sarah.
"It's perfectly safe," says Harry. "And she likes it."
"It tastes like Butterscotch," says Lily beaming.
"Relax, dear," says Dudley.
"Oh, alright," says Sarah.
About a half hour later, they heard a commotion, and a Patronus from one of the Aurors, Ron, came telling Harry that there was a situation in the square, transfiguring his everyday robes into work robes, he told them to stay behind everyone, and used the crowed to sneak into the square unseen.
"Make sure you keep your heads down, and stick with Ginny," says Harry, and he goes ahead of them, into the group of Aurors, still keeping himself hidden. He jumped in to help the Aurors in putting up wards to protect the civilians, several of whom were apparating away.
"Harry Potter, show yourself," the man says. "Stop hiding behind your colleagues."
Harry considers it for a moment, but doesn't show himself.
"Show yourself," repeats the man.
Harry still stays back in the crowed, not wanting to give into the man too easily.
"Bloody coward, Potter!" yells the man.
People around him start whispering, telling him not to go.
Harry spots Ginny in the crowed.
"Leave," mouths Harry.
Seeing this, Sarah looks at Ginny and says, "Let's get out of here! Lily doesn't need to see this!"
"I-I, you're right!" stammers Ginny, terrified for her husband, but wanting to protect her daughter.
"He'll be alright," says Dudley more confidently then he felt; letting the girls apparate to safety.
"Come out Potter!" yells the man.
The next thing Dudley knew, he saw his cousin walking into the small clearing.
"Why so hesitant?" the man says mockingly. "Maybe you're not the hero everyone thinks you are."
"Don't presume to know me," shoots back Harry.
"Here I thought you accepted your death all those years ago!" announces the man in a sarcastic tone. "Is it really that much harder a second time?"
"I did," acknowledges Harry with such confidence that Dudley couldn't help but be so proud of his cousin. "And maybe it is, when you have so much to live for."
"That's right, you married that red-headed blood traitor," spits the man.
"Don't call her that! Now, what do you want?" demands Harry.
"You put my father in Azkaban," the man yells back.
"Well, I am sorry to say that your father probably deserved it," says Harry mockingly.
"No, it's you, and they traitors who deserve it," snaps the man.
"I thought you looked familiar," says Harry with a smirk. "You were in my year; Nott right?"
"You stood in our way, and killed the Dark Lord," spits Theodore. "Then you go and push laws through to accept mudblood filth," pointing his wand at Harry.
"The Deatheaters, like your father, were nothing but murders," replies Harry. "And I know of many muggle-borns who are far better Witches and Wizards than you'll ever be!"
"You dare!" roars Theodore.
"Yes, I dare! It's the truth," says Harry with a steal in his voice.
"You speak of that mudblood Granger…" starts Theodore.
"She is ten times the Witch you'll ever be Nott!" interrupts Harry.
"Put your wand down Potter!" demands Theodore.
"I'm not going to do that, Nott," says Harry simply.
"How about some victims then? Will that persuade you?" taunts Theodore with an edge to his voice. "Look around you, at all the deaths that you'd be responsible for."
"Their blood would not be on my hands," says Harry coldly. "The murders would be yours alone."
"Is that so?" starts Theodore. "Well it's not important is it? You couldn't live with their deaths on your conscience, could you?"
"Maybe not, but I can't blame myself for others actions," starts Harry. "That is something I've long ago accepted."
"Enough of your games Potter, put your wand down now!" admonishes Theodore threateningly.
"You don't want to do this Nott!" warns Harry.
"Vermillious," cries Theodore.
"Deprimo," yells Harry.
"Protego, Aqua eructo," shouts Theodore.
"Glacius," yells Harry.
"Defodio," cries Theodore. "Come on Potter! Surely you can do better than this!"
"Protego!" bellows Harry. "And you're one to talk Nott!"
"Imperio!" screams Theodore, and Harry just barely dodges it.
"Tarantallegra," cries Harry, but Theodore dodges it.
"Locomotor wibbly," hollers Theodore.
"Protego," says Harry.
"Avada…" starts Theodore, but is interrupted by Harry's 'Stupefy'.
"You're going to have to try harder than that, Nott!" hissed Harry. There was no way that he was going to let Nott take him down without a fight.
"Serpensortia," says Theodore, hoping to shock Harry. "Do they know their hero's a Parselmouth?"
"Vipera evanesca," counters Harry quickly, ignoring the fact that he lost the ability after the Battle of Hogwarts. "It made the Daily Prophet in 2nd year, remember?"
"Defodio!" says Theodore.
"Alarte ascendare," cries Harry, sending Theodore flying through the air.
"Expelliarmus! Incarcerous!" says Harry quickly, and starts running up to him.
"You'll pay for this Potter," cries Theodore, struggling against the ropes.
"No, I won't. However, I guess you get a cell right next to your father now," says Harry mockingly, pulling him off the ground, and passing him to the other Aurors. "Get him out of my sight."
"Are you alright, Potter?" asks Gawain.
"Yeah, I'm fine, Robards," replies Harry.
"Good!" says Gawain.
"Now, go make sure your family's okay," orders Ron, and Harry starts frantically looking around, and sees Dudley walking towards him.
"Thank God, you're alright!" says Dudley. "We better meet up with the girls. Ginny's having a heart attack."
"Are they okay?" asks Harry nervously.
"Yeah, Sarah convinced her to take Lily away from here, and they vanished," explains Dudley. "Do you have any idea where they went?"
"Most likely home," says Harry. Please God, let them be safe!
"Let's go then!" says Dudley.
"Grab my hand," says Harry, and they apparate to the Potter house.