Harry couldn't believe within two days his Aunt Petunia would be sending Uncle Vernon and Dudley to America. She finally had her powers back and was in full swing. Admittedly never an extremely talented witch like his own mother was, she was having trouble with some of the simpler spells. She was extremely good with household Charms and simple Transfiguration but in other area's she was lost. She had taken Harry aside one day after his birthday and asked Harry if he could show her a few defensive and offensive spells.
"Harry I was told if there was anyone in this house that could help me it would be you" Aunt Petunia said.
"Why me Aunt Petunia? There are dozen of people more qualified to teach you the things you need to know" Harry had said.
His Aunt just looked at him and bowed her head and walked out of the room.
Hearing Hermoine mutter something about "Boys!" from the couch he turned on her frustrated
"Hermoine there ARE other more qualified people at this house who could teach her!" Harry said
"Harry James Potter she didn't want to ask someone else! She wanted YOU to help her because your family!" Hermoine huffed shooting him a glare
"Hermoine has a point Harry. I mean most of the others are busy and all we are doing for the most part is waiting for a chance to take out the last Horicrux" Ron said and Hermoine smiled
Harry sighed and Ron and Hermoine got up and dragged him to the couch between them. "Harry" Hermoine began "Both Ron and I know that you would be her best chance to learn what she is asking to learn. Remember the D.A. Harry? You taught all of us how to better defend ourselves. If not for you teaching us Harry we would never have been able to fight off those Death-eaters Draco let in"
"She's right mate" Ron said with a grin "If you hadn't taught me some of the things I know now I would never have made it through that or the Ministry of magic Harry"
Ron clapped him on the shoulder and Hermoine hugged him "Your Aunt is embarrassed that she doesn't know how to defend herself and wants so bad to be of help. Even when you do train her to duel you should make sure she could at least make it through one curse Harry. You owe her that much" Hermoine finished
"Your both right, I should be glad I have family back and here I am acting like, like," Harry stammered to find the words
"A Prat?" Draco finished for him. He was standing in the doorway of the lounge with a tired look on his face.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Ron said standing up
"Nothing from you Weasley" Malfoy drawled smirking "I just came to tell Potter something in private"
"We hold no secrets between us Draco you can talk freely," Harry said
"Very well Potter," He said through gritted teeth. He strolled over and sat in the seat opposite the trio "What you said to me at Spinners End and that evening, well, Oh Merlin do I have to say this in front of Weasley and the Mud......erm I mean Granger?" Draco spat out
"Yes I believe you do Draco" Harry smirked at him holding Ron's wand hand in check.
"Fine then, Potter your right I have been a prat at times." Draco drawled "Then last year, last year even when I was doing, Well what I did, I knew it was wrong and had to force myself to complete the task with the cabinets. I couldn't kill Dumbledore though. He was right as well. I don't have what it takes to be a murderer. I don't have what it takes to be a Death-eater" Draco said with a snarl "And I never will have what it takes to be a death-eater either Harry Potter. I want all three of you to know that if I can help you in anyway possible to destroy Voldemort all you have to do is ask" Draco finished "I want to see him dead and gone" He finished "Granger you're the smartest witch I know. You don't owe me anything. But if you can find a way to get this think off my arm I'll be forever in your debt. Weasley I'm sorry about the cruel things I've said about your family. Likely as not there will be times were I will say things that wont agree with you three as I'm sure that you will say things that will annoy me. But until this is over I'm with you in this" He finished
