A/N:

OK, here is a better summary.

This is a story of Aaron Dursley finding out he is a wizard. This story has lots of strands. As well as a story being a story about Aaron, it is also about Teddy lupin, and the relationship he and Harry have, as godfather and son. There are lots of twists and turns, and despite a slow start most of the canon characters are involved. I hope you enjoy!

I'm not JKR, these are not my characters, blah blah.

Aaron Dursley was your average 10 year old lad. He'd had a happy childhood, he liked his school, and had lots of friends. His mummy's name was Kate, and his daddy's name was Dudley. His mummy's parents were nice, and so were his daddy's. He liked them the best, they spoiled him and called him their special little guy. Aaron knew that he had an uncle, Barry or something, but nobody every talked about him, and Aaron was never particularly curious.

Aaron went to the local private school, called the Dragon, and he and his family lived in a town house which was opposite the Natural History museum. His daddy had some kind of important job in local government, and his mummy was a nurse. He had a nice life.

Aaron loved football, and was especially excited because today was his birthday, and he knew his daddy was planning on taking him to a match at the Kassam Stadium, Oxford's local football pitch. The yellows, (Oxford United), weren't always that good, but Aaron loved the atmosphere of the stadium, and statue of an Ox outside, which last month had been painted pink.

He bounded out of bed, and wrapped a dressing gown around him, running excitedly into his parent's bedroom.

"Mum! Dad! Time to get up! It's my birthday!" By this point he was on their bed, and bouncing on their feet.

Kate groaned, and Dudley kept one eye closed, winking at her with the other, and pretended to continue to be sleeping. Kate sat up in bed and grinned at her son.

"Well Aaron, we can go downstairs and start your birthday, but first you've got to wake up dad!"

Aaron nodded, and lept onto his father from behind, calling at him to wake up. Dudley didn't move. Aaron jumped harder, and suddenly Dudley roared and sat up, scaring Aaron so much he tipped over the edge of the bed. But, he never hit the floor, because before he did so, Dudley grabbed him and began tickling his son. Aaron shrieked and lept off the bed, yelling for his parents to meet him in the living room to begin opening presents.

Kate laughed at Dudley, and playfully whacked him on the arm. "Big kid." She said, before getting up to get dressed for the day. Dudley grinned back at her and leant against the headboard.

He loved his son. His father had never been particularly playful with him, something which, when younger, Dudley had always blamed on Harry's presence within the family. As he had grown up he had come to realise that this wasn't true, but Dudley didn't like to dwell on it too long, as what's done is done, and he couldn't change the past now even if he wanted to. He could just make sure his son didn't grow up a bully like he did.

It was strange, after Harry had saved his life and left, Dudley had expected the tension within the Dursley family to be gone, but it wasn't. Dudley hadn't counted on a sudden attack of conscience, and had repeatedly asked his parents why Harry hadn't come with them to the safe place, right up until the day he left home. He didn't ask them anymore, but did still wonder from time to time if Harry hated him for the way he'd acted.

Harry had sent them a message after the downfall of this big wizard bloke. It had simply said "Sorry for all the trouble, and for making you all put up with me all those years." It had included a cheque to cover his living costs over the years that Harry had lived with him, and the way that Dudley's parents had scoffed and said it wasn't nearly enough made Dudley sick to his stomach.

Wizard. That was another word that wasn't mentioned in their house. Not out of fear, or anger, but it wasn't relevant to their lives.

Dudley got out of bed, and dressed. He was no longer so portly as he once was. He still had a bit of a stomach on him, but morbidly obese was no longer a label that accurately portrayed him.

Once he and Kate were both dressed, they descended the stairs, to see their son waiting impatiently for them to get there.

"Right Aaron," Dudley began. "You can open one present now, and the rest after breakfast." The same rules as every year, Aaron nodded eagerly, and selected a present from the moderate pile. Dudley was relieved to note that unlike himself when he had been young, Aaron did not feel the need to count his presents and demand a certain amount, he was just grateful for what he received.

Aaron ripped the paper off the present he'd selected, and laughed happily as he realised it was a chess set he'd been asking for for some weeks now. Geeky? Maybe. But Aaron liked strategy, and Dudley was glad his son didn't ask for frivolous things.

"What's for breakfast mum?" Aaron asked as he set up the set, looking over each piece before he set it out.

"Eggy in a basket." Kate replied, and Aaron grinned, it was his favourite food. Kate went into the kitchen to get started, and Dudley was about to begin a game of chess with his son when he heard the doorbell ring.

He ruffled his son's hair, and got up to get the door, happy with the way things were going.

Opening the door, Dudley had to do a double take at who was standing their, not quite believing his eyes.

Standing in his doorway was a tall man, with dark hair and green eyes, looking rather well dressed in dark trousers, a red shirt, and a dark jacket. He had in his hand an envelope made of thick parchment, with emerald cursive writing on the front of it.

"Birthday present for Mr Dursley." Quipped the man. "May I come in?"

A/N: A short start, but the story picks up. All reviewers get a personal response, please let me know what you think.