Harry reread the letter in his hand for the fifth
time, as he sat by his favorite oak tree. He stuffed it back into the
envelope and let it flutter to the grass. He couldn't remotely guess why
Dudley Dursley had written him a letter. He hadn't set a foot in the Muggle
world since he finished his schooling, and that seemed ages ago.
For the past eight years he and Dumbledore had
worked tirelessly against Voldemort. At long last Voldemort had been over-powered
by the two. Harry had to hand it to Voldemort, eight years was a very
long time to be able to put up a considerable fight. It was all over now
though, and Harry was ready to be rid of all memories of the horrible
Harry had deliberately avoided becoming involved
in a relationship with anyone. He knew he could never live with himself
if he allowed another person he loved to be murdered by Voldemort. If
he could help it, history was not going to repeat itself.
Harry didn't want to admit it to himself, but he
had been more than lonely during the war. He was ready to find someone
to fall in love with and start a family. But even if he didn't find the
girl of his dreams, he was still looking forward to spending more time
with the Weasley's.
Harry hadn't seen much change in Ron or Hermione,
they were still bickering...like a married couple. The only difference
being, that they were actually a married couple. Ron had not become an
Auror along with Harry but had taken a job at the Ministry of Magic. Hermione,
on the other hand, couldn't seem to leave school, she had become a Professor
at Hogwarts under her maiden name, teaching Arithmancy. She was also in
line to be the next Headmistress of Hogwarts, though she refused to admit
Harry gazed up at the sky contentedly, realizing that things were finally
going to settle down a bit. He glanced sideways at the letter lying in
the grass next to him, and the peaceful feeling dissolved.
What did Dudley want from him?
He stood up, brushed the grass of his robes and
took out his wand.
There was only one way to find out.