A/N: I'm going to make this clear. I don't own the Harry Potter series or it's characters. That right goes to JK Rowling

If you haven't yet, read before this story:

The Son and Nephew of the Maurders: The Sorcerer's Stone

The Son and Nephew of the Maurders: The Chamber of Secrets

The Dursley Visit Comes to an End

Two weeks. That's how long it been since Harry was stuck with the Dursleys. That's how long Harry had to entertain himself with listening to his uncle yell at the tv screen while watching soccer. And that's how long it been since Harry last heard from his friends.

It didn't help that the Dursleys wouldn't let Harry let Hedwig out of her cage to get some exercise, but they won't let Harry contact his family with muggle stuff.

"Just give it time," his dad said, "Once we go home, we'll figure out what was going on."

Easy for his dad to say. The Dursleys were scared of him. James was a fully grown fully trained wizard, while Harry can't use magic outside school grounds.

You wouldn't think Harry was related to the Dursleys. His uncle: Vernon as a large neckless man with an enormous black mustache, his Aunt Petunia was horse faced and bony; and Dudley was blond, pink, and porky.

Harry was related to them through his aunt, who was his late mother's sister.

Most of their visits, Harry and James stayed inside, so that the neighbors don't think they're there.

Today Harry and James were spending the last day with the Dursleys for breakfast.

"Now, as we all know, today is a very important day," said Vernon.

"Here, here," James responded as a joke.

Vernon glared at James. "This could well be the day I make the biggest deal of my career."

"I wish you the best of luck," James responded.

Harry rolled his eyes. His dad always does this on the last day of their visit. Especially if the Dursleys had planned something the very night they leave. And tonight was no different

Vernon had set up a dinner party with some rich builder and his wife in hopes to get a huge order for drills at his work.

"I think we should run through the schedule one more time," said Uncle Vernon. "We should be all in position at eight o'clock. Petunia, you will be—?"

"In the lounge," said Aunt Petunia promptly, "waiting to welcome them graciously to our home."

"Good, good. And Dudley?"

"I'll be waiting to open the door." Dudley put on a foul, simpering smile. "May I take your coats, Mr. and Mrs. Mason?"

"They'll love him!" cried Aunt Petunia rapturously.

"Excellent, Dudley," said Uncle Vernon nastily. "Then I will lead them into the lounge, introduce you Petunia, and pour them drinks. At eight-fifteen—"

"I'll announce dinner," said Aunt Petunia.

"And, Dudley, you'll say—"

"May I take you through to the dining room, Mrs. Mason?" said Dudley, offering his fat arm to an invisible woman.

"My perfect little gentleman!" sniffed Aunt Petunia.

"Now, we should aim to get in a few good compliments at dinner. Petunia, any ideas?"

"Vernon tells me you're a wonderful golfer, Mr. Mason… Do tell me where you brought your dress, Mrs. Mason…"

"Perfect… Dudley?"

"How about—'We have to write an essay about our hero at school, Mr. Mason, and I wrote about you.'"

Petunia burst into tears and hugged her son as James and Harry bit back their laughter. The Dursleys had to be the only people they met that takes dinner parties this seriously. Sure the been to magical dinner parties, but never did they had to rehearse for it.

"When dinner's over, you take Mrs. Mason back to the lounge for coffee, Petunia, and I'll bring the subject around drills. With any luck, I'll have the deal signed and sealed before the news at ten. We'll be shopping for a vacation home in Majorca this time tomorrow."

"Again, I wish you luck," James said. "Especially since Harry and I will be gone before dinner."

"Ah, right—I mean good!" Vernon said. "I'm off into town to pick up the dinner jackets for Dudley and me."

After the breakfast meeting, Petunia started cleaning and Harry snuck out the back door. Whenever Petunia started cleaning and Vernon is out shopping or working, Harry could sneak out and enjoy the daylight. As long as he stay hidden from the neighbors and sneak in when he hears Vernon's Car, the Dursleys never know.

Well, except Dudley, but Harry found out a long time ago that if he bribe Dudley muggle money for candy, his cousin normally keep his mouth shut.

Harry slumped down on the garden bench and rested, doing the one thing he been doing a lot lately, wondering how his friends are doing.

He sat there for so long, wondering, he thought he saw two enormous green eyes behind the bushes.

"All right Dudley, come on out!" Harry said.

"What?" Dudley waddling toward him from a direction.

"Wait, that wasn't you?" Harry asked.

"What are you talking about?" Dudley asked.

"In the Hedge," Harry said.

Dudley stared at Harry as if trying to figure out if Harry was pulling something over him.

"Stop acting strange Potter." Dudley said. "Or else I'll tell mum you been sneaking out here."

"Fine, but then you'll have to say goodbye to your candy money," Harry said.

Dudley shut up after that.

Harry looked back at the Hedge and saw the huge eyes were gone.

By six o'clock Harry and James were packed up and were putting everything in their Ministry approved car.

"Finally," Harry said as they pulled up to the Potter Cottage in Godric Hollows.

"Another two weeks another break," James said.

They opened the door to the cottage, and were about to collapsed on the couch, when they notice that something was already sitting there, someone who didn't belong there.