Harry Potter and the Riasc Stone

Chapter Three: Dudley's Dilemma

Professor Dumbledore waved his hand and the sound was instantly turned back on.

"What d-did you d-do to m-me?" Dudley stammered.

"We did nothing," Professor Dumbledore replied, calmly. "You were the one that cast that charm."

"M-me?" Dudley replied. "I c-can't d-do m-m-magic! I'm n-not like him!"

"Until this moment, I believed that were true," Professor Dumbledore said. "We will need to explore this further. However, now is not the time. With Petunia and Vernon Dursley's death, we need to get you both out of here as soon as possible."

"Where are we going, Professor?" Harry asked, silently hoping for the Burrow.

"Headquarters, Harry," Professor Dumbledore replied and held his hand up to stop Harry's oncoming tirade. "Right now it's still the safest place. The Burrow is out of the question; however the Weasleys and two other students will be joining you and Dudley at Headquarters. As many questions as I am able to answer then will be answered."

Harry nodded, a horrible sick feeling forming in his stomach at the thought of returning to Grimmauld Place. Professor Dumbledore sent them both upstairs to pack their things.

"What's going on, Harry?" Dudley asked.

"You need to pack your things. Some clothes mostly, and anything else you don't want to leave behind," Harry replied. "I know you don't have a trunk, but it you pack a suitcase I can have Professor Dumbledore shrink it and we can place it in my trunk."

"Where are we going?"

"To my godfather's house."

"You have a godfather?" Dudley asked. "But all these years you've-"

"He's been in wizard prison for most of that," Harry replied quickly. "Then he escaped and his name wasn't cleared, and then he died."

"He died?"

Harry nodded. "At the end of last term."

"I'm sorry, Harry."

Harry looked at his cousin in amazement. He was still having trouble wrapping his mind around the fact that Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had been killed by Death Eaters, and that Dudley had just done magic in the kitchen.

"Thanks, Dudley," Harry replied. "And don't worry about what's going to happen now. The Weasley's are wonderful people. And Professor Dumbledore will sort out the magic you did. Have... have you ever done anything like that before?"

Dudley shook his head. "No. I don't think I can handle being a fr- I mean, being like you."

"It's not so bad," Harry replied. "If you choose to, a lot of things are really amazing."

"Your boom book was amazing," Dudley replied. "And those pictures..."

"Go pack some clothes, Dud," Harry said. "I'll meet you back in the kitchen. Dudley nodded and waddled down the hall, looking more lost than he had before.

Thirty minutes later, Dudley and Harry were standing in the front hall of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Harry and Dudley's jaws both dropped. Dudley was amazed at the size of the house while Harry was shocked at how different the house looked.

Noticing Harry's look of awe, Professor Dumbledore said, "Since Sirius left the Order this house, I've employed Dobby and Winky to fix it up. They've come quite a long way in the past two weeks."

"I'll say," Harry said, just above a whisper.

"Why don't you take your things upstairs, Harry? You'll find that most of the rooms have been redecorated."

Harry nodded and led Dudley up the stairs. Harry chose the same room he had shared with Ron the past summer and set his trunk down at the end of the bed. The two beds had been replaced with newer mattresses and frames, both with deep cherry head and floor boards. The room was painted in a soft cream with deep green duvets covering the beds.

"Normally I share a room with my friend Ron," Harry began but seeing the look of hurt on his cousin's face made his stop. He couldn't just abandon his cousin now, not when there was no one else Dudley could go to, not when his only connection to the magical world was him. "But I think you should take that bed. Ron can stay in another room."

Dudley's face brightened and Harry smiled.

"Come on, lets go see if there is anything to eat in the kitchens," Harry said.

"Will that old bloke mind?" Dudley asked.

"Professor Dumbledore? I don't think so," Harry replied. "I'm not very happy with him, either, so I don't much care."

"Your headmaster seems to know you fairly well," Dudley said.

"Well, I have a knack for almost getting myself killed each spring," Harry replied dryly. "And let's just say he kept things from me that could have saved my godfather's life."

Dudley nodded and followed Harry down the stairs, almost running into his cousin when he stopped on the last flight of stairs.

In the foyer below were four teenagers, two with red hair, and two Harry did not recognize, but decided that they looked very familiar. Ron didn't seem to notice Harry or Dudley standing on the stairs and dropped his trunk on the floor, looking at the two dark haired teens. The other red head was more of what caught Harry's attention and he felt like he was looking at Ginny Weasley for the first time. Her hair was swept up into a ponytail, revealing her slender neck freckled with, well, freckles. She dropped her trunk beside her brothers and looked up to meet Harry's eyes. She grinned at him, her smile reaching her deep brown eyes, and Harry realized she wasn't looking at him with pity or concern. She was genuinely happy to see him.

"Close your mouth, Potter," Dudley whispered from behind him and instantly Harry shut his mouth, not having realizing that it was hanging open.

Ron's head snapped up and he grinned at his friend.

"All right there, Harry?" Ron asked. "How's your summer been?"

"Fine," Harry managed, not taking his eyes off of Ginny. She glanced from Harry to Dudley then back to Harry. Ron had apparently noticed the larger blond boy standing behind Harry because his grin turned into a scowl.

"What's he doing here?" Ron asked.

"Oh," Harry said and glanced at Dudley. "He did a bit of magic at Privet Drive and Professor Dumbledore brought us here."

"My mum and dad died," Dudley said.

"Yeah, sorry about that," Ron said. "We saw that in the paper and feared the worst."

Harry was now looking at the other teens with great interest. He had never seen them before, though they both looked oddly familiar, and since they looked to be about his age, he was very curious as to who they were. Ron followed Harry's gaze to Rigel and then looked back at his friend.

"You'd better come into the kitchen, mate," Ron said. "Its best if we do introductions sitting down."

Harry nodded and stepped down the last few stairs, pausing at the bottom to look again at Ginny.

"Hi Ginny," Harry said.

"Hi Harry."

"Having a good summer?" he asked.

She shrugged. "Same as usual. Chores, homework. Oh, then there was this weird thing where we had to come to headquarters at the last minute with no explanation," she paused and smiled at him. "So yeah, same as usual, I guess."

Harry nodded, dimly aware that he was grinning at her like a fool. She followed her brother into the kitchen and Harry and Dudley took seats opposite the dark haired boy and girl.

"Rigel and Adara, meet Harry Potter and his cousin Dudley Dursley, who we thought was a Muggle but apparently not. We'll have to see what Professor Dumbledore says about that," Ron said. "Harry meet Rigel and Adara Black."

"Black?" Harry asked looking from Ron to Rigel.

"I'm sure you've heard of our father," Rigel said. "His name was Sirius Black. He was a criminal or something. I'm not quite sure what happened, but apparently he wasn't actually guilty."

"Apparently," Harry replied, his throat going dry. "You're Sirius Black's kids? I mean, did he know, I mean, about you two?"

Adara shook her head. "Mum had gone into hiding before we were born. She said they had a huge fight and after he was sent to prison she fled to America."

"Did you know our father?" Rigel asked.

"You could say that," Harry replied. "He and my father were best friends at school. He was my godfather." Ron was right to make me sit down.

"Ah, it seems you've al already met!" Professor Dumbledore's voice said as he came into the room. He was accompanied by Professor McGonagall, Remus and Tonks.

"Professor, how can this be possible?" Harry asked.

Professor raised an eyebrow at him. "The Black twins or your wizard cousin?"

Harry blinked a few times. "Both, I guess."

"I have a theory on one and a story for the other," Professor Dumbledore replied. "Ron, Ginny, I cam assume your mother is finishing up at the Burrow?"

"Yeah," Ron replied. "Once you gave her the okay to send us here, she sent us along. Said she had to finish up closing up the Burrow for the summer and then she'd be on her way here and it shouldn't take more than a couple hours."

"Good," Professor Dumbledore said, conjuring a chair for himself and Professor McGonagall. Remus and Tonks had already taken seats at the table.

"I'll put a pot of tea on, Professor," Ginny said and stood up.

"Thank you, Miss Weasley," Professor Dumbledore replied and turned to Harry. "Now what would you like clarified first?"

"Rigel and Adara," Harry replied. Dudley could wait.

"Well, you've heard most of that tale already," Professor Dumbledore replied. "It starts during the first war. Sirius and their mother, Malissa Reese, were an item through their seventh year at Hogwarts, and continued to date into their early adult lives. That much is known to everyone. Where the story becomes complicated is what happened after that. None of this was known until a day or so ago when Malissa was killed in the attack on Diagon Alley. Malissa was a powerful and clever witch, a very true and natural Ravenclaw, and she had written a letter explaining everything I am about to tell you all. She had charmed this letter to appear on my desk if she were to be killed.

"Shortly after you were born, Harry, Sirius and Malissa married, unbeknownst to anyone. Then James and Lily made Sirius their Secret Keeper and Malissa feared for her life and that of her unborn children. She did not tell Sirius she was with child when she fled. She and Sirius had gotten into a huge argument about his responsibilities towards the Potters as their Secret Keeper and told him she was going to visit family in Cornwall and off she went. Sirius then convinced James to change Secret Keeper to Peter in hopes to mend things with his new wife, but before he could contact her, Lord Voldemort learned of the Potters whereabouts and, well, we all know what happened then."

"Actually, we don't, sir," Rigel spoke up. "We don't learn about European history till our last year at Salem Institute."

"Very well then. Harry please forgive me, I know this part is redundant," Professor Dumbledore said. "And a bit hero focused on you."

"No, its okay, Professor," Harry replied. "I think Dudley needs to know as well."

"Lord Voldemort learned of the Potter's whereabouts and on Halloween night, he destroyed the Potter's house, and murdered Harry's parents, James and Lily. When he turned his wand and the Killing Curse on Harry, something happened that he did not expect. It rebounded onto Voldemort, stripping him of his power and body, and left Harry with that scar on his forehead. Harry was famous the instant Voldemort's curse failed to kill him, and from then on, the Wizarding world has known him as The Boy Who Lived. Harry was then brought to the Dursley's doorstep where he was left in the care of his mother's sister and husband. The next day, Sirius cornered Peter on a Muggle street corner. Now what we thought happened was that Sirius blew Peter to pieces along with a street full of Muggles. Sirius was arrested and sent to Azkaban. Your mother, upon hearing this, fled to America. There were a series of Death Eater attacks in Cornwall immediately following the fall of Lord Voldemort and after searching and searching, we could find no trace of her, so we feared the worst, that your mother was one of the casualties of the last attacks in the first war.

"Malissa Black fled to America with her twin six month old infants. She placed the Fidelius Charm on herself and the two of you, making herself Secret Keeper. If anyone in Britain had thought she was alive, they would not have been able to find her. So she began a new life in America, raising the two of you with the knowledge that your father was in prison.

"When actually it was Peter Pettigrew who was the Potter's Secret Keeper, and was the one who had blown the Muggle street to pieces before transforming into his animagus form, a rat."

"He was my brother Percy's pet rat," Ron supplied. "Then he got passed down to me."

Professor Dumbledore nodded. "When Ron and Harry started at Hogwarts, Ron brought his pet rat with him to school. Before Harry and Ron's third year, three years ago, Sirius broke out of the wizard prison when he learned that Peter was at Hogwarts, with Harry. At the end of that school year, Sirius, Remus and Peter were revealed to Harry as his father's best mates from school, and that Peter had been the one to betray James and Lily, not Sirius. Peter managed to escape after Harry prevented Remus and Sirius from killing him, and returned to Lord Voldemort. A year after that, Voldemort regained his body, and this past month was revealed to the Ministry of Magic after a battle in the Department of Mysteries which resulted in Sirius Black's death."

Harry closed his eyes and tried to push away the image of Sirius falling through the black veil. His breathing was irregular and he swallowed, pushing down the taste of bile in his mouth.

"Did you see Father die?" Rigel asked and Harry opened his eyes.

"Yeah, I did," Harry replied, unsure of how much more his voice would cooperate. Adara had tears sunning down her face, and Dudley looked like he was in shock.

Ginny and Ron were staring at Harry, waiting for his reaction, expecting him to explode at someone. I guess I deserve that, Harry thought.

"That does explain a lot," Adara said and her brother nodded.

"What about me, sir?" Dudley asked.

"Ah, you are much more of a challenge, Mr. Dursley," Professor Dumbledore said. "I'll let Professor McGonagall handle this one; it's more of her area of expertise."

"Thank you, Albus," Professor McGonagall replied and looked at the teens. "Any child who has shown magical potential before their eleventh birthday is sent an acceptance letter to Hogwarts. A student must be eleven to start their first year; that is why Miss Granger turned twelve during the first month in school. Like I said, any student showing magical potential is sent an acceptance letter, no matter how little or strong the potential may be.

"With you, Mr. Dursley, one can only speculate why you didn't receive a letter and why you were able to perform that charm earlier this morning. One theory is that when you turned eleven, your parents ignored the acceptance letters and refused to allow you to attend Hogwarts. That is unlikely because either you or Mr. Potter would have remembered something. So the other possibility is that you didn't show any magical potential before now. The reason for this could be that you have always heard your parents opinions on magic and your subconscious pushed that part of you deep down until it was buried very deep under years and years of negative influence and opinions on magic. You never knew it was there, it never made an appearance and your became your parents prize of a Muggle son. In a way, your subconscious pushed that part of you to a place where it would not surface, and this was a way of gaining approval from your parents."

"But why now?" Dudley asked. "If you say it's been there for a long time, why did that- that spell thing happen now?"

"We can only guess, Mr. Dursley," Professor McGonagall replied. "It seems that the news of your parent's death may have brought out some raw emotion and your magic surfaced."

"So... I'm a...a...a wizard?"

"It would seem so," Professor McGonagall replied. "If you choose to, you can attend Hogwarts this fall with Harry. You'd have to be Sorted, and technically you'd be a sixth year, but you'd be placed in the lower level classes. You'd have to work hard to catch up. This summer we'd have you tutored, I'm sure your cousin's friend, Miss Granger, would be more than happy to help you. I repeat, you'd have to work hard, but there is no reason we couldn't have you sitting your N.E.W.T.'s in three years time. I'd be a year after Harry leaves Hogwarts, but he's also had five more years of magical training than you have."

"I'd- I'd have to think about it," Dudley said.

"The other option is some military academy," Professor McGonagall continued. "Or a boarding school in the States."

"What about Aunt Marge?" Harry asked, suddenly remembering that Dudley had a living adult blood relative.

"She was a bit broken up by the news of her brother's death," Professor Dumbledore said. "When told that Dudley was still alive and in need of a guardian, she said she wouldn't take him and if we thrust him upon her, she's send him to an orphanage."

"Yes, I can see those words coming out of Marge's mouth," Harry replied and looked at his cousin. "Think about it Dudley. No one's going to force you into anything. But you'd have to work hard at magic to get caught up."

Dudley nodded and studied the table.

"What about us, sir?" Adara asked. "The history of Potter and Black was quite interesting, but what are we supposed to do now?"

"Well you and Rigel, as well as Harry, have all been placed under Remus' guardianship," Professor Dumbledore replied. "Also, since your father did not know you existed, he left this house to the Order of the Phoenix, and everything else to Harry, Remus, Tonks and the Weasley's. Your mother left a few things to you both but-"

"Money was a bit tight," Rigel said for him. "Yeah, we expected that much."

"Don't worry about money," Harry said. "I've got enough for the both of you. And you too, Dudley."

"That's very kind of you," Rigel said. "But it's not necessary."

"Your father made me his sole heir," Harry replied. "The least I can do is spend his money on his children."

Rigel and Adara nodded, not wanting to argue with Harry.

"And as far as school is concerned," Professor Dumbledore continued. "You two are a year younger than Harry, but at the same level in course material. We shall have you sorted and you shall join Harry and his friends at Hogwarts for your sixth year."

"Do you play Quidditch?" Ron asked suddenly and Adara and Rigel nodded. "Excellent, we'll need some more players this year. I'm not sure about keeping Kirke and Slopper, they'll need to try out again this year."

"But Ron, we don't know what house they'll be sorted into," Harry reminded him.

"Harry," Ron replied. "They're Sirius Black's son and daughter. Could they be more Gryffindor?"

"We'll wait and see where the hat sorts them before readjusting the team roster, shall we Mr. Weasley?" Professor McGonagall suggested. "Besides, it is the job of the new Captain to deal with the team roster." Professor McGonagall shot a pointed look at Harry and Harry chose to ignore it.

"Yes Professor," Ron replied, his ears turning a tinge a pink.

"Now, have I answered your questions thus far?" Professor Dumbledore asked and the teenagers nodded. "Good, good. Now, I think I hear Molly coming through the front door, Tonks, why don't you go help her with her things. I'm sure she'll have you all stuffed in no time."

- - - -

Lunch was a somber event, with all six teenagers attempting to process what had been told to them. Remus and Tonks stayed through the meal, before heading out, stating they had Order business to attend to. Professor Dumbledore and McGonagall also stayed through lunch, but left for Hogwarts soon after.

Somewhere from the kitchen to the drawing room Dudley disappeared up the stairs. Ron enticed Rigel into a game of chess and Harry took a seat on the couch opposite Ginny where she had her feet tucked up underneath her and a lock of hair had fallen out of her ponytail. She was talking to Adara and Harry resisted the urge to reach out and tuck it behind her ear.

What re you thinking, Potter?! he thought. This is Ginny we're talking about here!

Harry tore his eyes from Ginny and watched Ron and Rigel playing chess. As soon as Harry had heard the last name of Black attached to Rigel and Adara, he immediately saw the resemblance to Sirius. Rigel looked just like Sirius did in the photos Harry had in his chest. The thought made a smile creep across Harry's face and he could help but chuckle.

"And what's so funny, Harry?" Ginny asked.

"It was just thinking," Harry said. "There will be a Potter and a Black back at Hogwarts together. Too bad Remus doesn't have any unaccounted for children running around somewhere or we would almost have a complete second generation of Marauders."

Ginny snickered. "Yes, thank goodness Remus was a good boy. Imagine what havoc you all could wreak on the school."

"Marauders?" Adara asked.

"When our fathers were at school, that's what they dubbed themselves," Harry explained. "They were apparently quite the pranksters and troublemakers."

"Then I know where Rigel gets it," Adara replied. "I'm more calm and nonchalant than he is. Don't get me wrong, we have our moments of wreaking chaos together, but he's defiantly the ring leader."

"Are you spreading lies about me, sis?" Rigel asked, not looking up from the chess board.

"Just spreading the truth, brother dear," she replied and he looked up at her and flashed her a smile. The sight sent chills down Harry's spine; it was so identical to the smile he had seen on his godfather's face numerous times that the sight startled him.

"You all right, Harry?" Ginny asked quietly. He looked at her and nodded.

"Just a little dazed still," Harry said and glanced at his watch. It was quarter to two. "I think I'm going to check on Dudley."

"How is it with him, mate?" Ron asked.

Harry shrugged. "I can imagine how confused he is right now. Plus his mum and dad just died."

"I'm surprised you're being so nice to him," Ron replied, taking Rigel's bishop. "I mean after what a git he was to you."

"But he was going off of what Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon said about me and magic," Harry said. "Besides, he is family, and I just can't abandon him. I'm the only person he really knows in the Wizarding world. As much of a git he was to me growing up, I can't just turn my back on him."

"Then you're better than I am," Ron muttered.

"Oh, Ron, you would have done the same thing," Ginny said. "I'm sure it's not the easy thing to do. But it is the right thing."

"Exactly," Harry replied, grinning at Ginny. She really does understand me well...

He climbed the stairs slowly and quietly, not wanting to warn Dudley of his approach. The door to the room was ajar and Harry poked his head in. Dudley was sitting with his back against the footboard of the left bed, his knees tucked up by his chest, which was an accomplishment for a boy of Dudley's size and was stroking Hedwig's feathers. She gawked when she saw him and Dudley turned around.

"Its okay, girl," Harry said to his owl, taking the few steps to the bed and stoking her head. "I won't be mad at you because you let Dudley pet you." The comment was meant as a joke, and Hedwig understood his tone but Dudley looked scared.

"Sorry, Potter," he said. "But she flew in here and sat here. And her feathers looked so soft..."

"It's all right, Dudley," Harry said. "I really don't mind."

"What are you doing up here?" Dudley asked. "Shouldn't you be downstairs with your friends?"

"I just came to check on you," Harry replied.

"I'm fine," his cousin replied. Harry blinked a few times, recognizing the tone in Dudley's voice for one that Harry often used himself. Dudley was definitely not fine.

"I know what it's like to suddenly realize you're a wizard," Harry began. "And I know what its like to loose someone close to you."

"That's just it," Dudley said. "I'm upset that Mum and Dad are dead, but not because I was close to them. They loved me enough, and gave me whatever I wanted. But I was never friends with them. I didn't know them. I'm upset because I think I should be upset that my parents died, but I really don't think I'm that upset at all."

"Funny," Harry said. "That's how I felt when I realized they died. I mean it's not like they ever treated me like family."

"Yeah, they were pretty rotten to you," Dudley agreed.

"Understatement of the century."

"Why are you being so nice?" Dudley asked. "I mean, mum and dad and I were never all that nice to you. So why are you?"

Harry shrugged. "The same reason I defended you last summer with those Dementors. Because it's the right thing to do. And I'm a Gryffindor, so we're supposed to be chivalrous and stuff. But beneath everything, Dudley, you are my cousin. And now you don't have anyone in the world, but me. I wouldn't just turn my back on you."

"It's weird to think that you're just another kid, like me," Dudley said, still looking at the pillows. "You know? All I've ever known about you is what Mum and Dad have told me. Magic is evil and you're a freak. I'll admit I always thought you were odd, I mean, you have an owl as a pet, but what I've seen of magic so far has been really cool. And that thing this morning, when it happened it was really terrifying, but it was kinda cool that I did that."

"At least you knew what it was when you did it," Harry said. "There were things I would do when I was younger and I would have no idea what was happening. And then Aunt Petunia or Uncle Vernon would yell at me for it. At least you got a positive reaction from your first bit of magic."

"Yeah," Dudley replied. "But, how am I supposed to just walk into your world? I'd be so far behind in classes, and I don't know anyone but you. I don't know anything about your world."

Ah, so he's thinking about going to Hogwarts.

"It would be difficult," Harry replied. "And I'm not trying to sway you to not come to Hogwarts. You would have to work hard. We all work hard each day at school. Magic's tough even when you're learning it at a steady pace. But like Professor McGonagall said, you'd be tutored each summer, and start at a lower level this school term, and probably be tutored throughout the year. You do have a lot to catch up to. But, Dudley, I remember how I felt when I didn't know about magic. I wasn't quite sure where I belonged, because I felt so different from everyone. When I went to Hogwarts, I felt like I belonged there. And now I feel out of sorts in the Muggle world. It will take some time, but you'd get used to things. But think of it this way: now that you know you have magic in you, that you should have gone to Hogwarts if your parents hadn't forced your subconscious to burry it, now knowing that you're a wizard, could you really go back to being a Muggle? Could you go to some school and get some Muggle job and really be able to live your life? My guess is no. I know I couldn't. And don't worry about not knowing anything about the Wizarding world. I didn't know a thing before I started at Hogwarts. And you have the summer to learn some stuff. We can teach you about Quidditch, and our money system, and robes and wands and about Hogwarts and-"

"Will that giant bloke be there?" Dudley asked suddenly and Harry laughed.

"Hagrid? Yeah he should be there," Harry replied. "But don't worry. He's harmless. Besides, lots of people have accidents with magic. People wind up with goat heads and snouts for noses and all kinds of things. And if someone hexed you directly, which is a strong possibility, they'd get into trouble." Harry could see easily see Malfoy hexing Dudley and a thought occurred to him. "Plus," Harry added. "If they did, they'd have to answer to me."

"Are people afraid of you?" Dudley asked.

Harry scoffed. "Not exactly. Some think I'm mad, others think I'm a show off. I am quite famous though. I never really wanted any of it, and I'd rather have my parents back than be known for something I can't even remember, but most people wouldn't cross wands with me I don't think. People might actually want to meet you and talk to you."

"Me? Why?"

"Because you're Harry Potter's cousin," Harry replied, grinning cheekily. "You'll see. You'll be Hogwarts new celebrity."

Dudley laughed. "Yeah, I'm sure everyone will be interested in me. The sixteen year old in a first year's class."

"You'll get the hang of it, Dud," Harry reassured him. "You just have to decide to work hard and do it."

Dudley nodded and reached out to stoke Hedwig again.

"Could I get an owl?" he asked.

"I suppose if you want to," Harry replied. "They're mainly used for sending and receiving mail."

"You actually get your mail with an owl?" Dudley asked. "I thought Mum made that up!"

"Nope," Harry replied. "We send our post by owl. There's loads of other stuff you could get, a cat, or something. But if you want an owl, we can get you one."

Dudley grinned at Harry, the first genuine non evil grin Harry had ever seen on his cousin's face.

"Thanks Harry."

"Not a problem," Harry replied.