Harry Potter Headcannons

General

(Harry and Kreacher)

It was a week after the battle. Harry was sitting in the kitchen of number 12 Grimmauld Place. As though he were psychic, Kreacher popped into the room. "Sir. Can I help you sir?" Harry looked at Kreacher surpirsed at his manner.

"Kreacher, it's done. It's all done." Harry said. There was a comfortable silence in the room. Harry turned towards the house elf, "Kreacher, why are you being, well, polite, to me?"

Kreacher thought for a minute before answering, "S - Master Potter has helped Kreacher. You have helped more than you know. When Master Sirius returned he treated Kreacher harshly. Kreacher knows that he was bitter and wasn't like his family. Kreacher doesn't fault Master for that. You sir, treated Kreacher with more kindness than I have seen in many years. Kreacher must thank Master for that. Master has avenged so many deaths, including Master Regulus. 

Harry stopped Kreacher before he could continue. "Kreacher, I want you to listen, before you interrupt me. I am going to free you." Harry said, holding up a finger to Kreacher who had opened his mouth to object. "Kreacher, you are a free house elf. You are welcome to continue living here, if you clean or do any other house elf work, I will pay you. If you wish to leave, at any time, I will give a strong recommendation. It is entirely up to you. You may leave whenever you wish and you may stay as long as you like. We can go shopping next week to buy some cleaner clothes and you can have your own room, if you like. Do you understand what I said?" He finished looking at the house elf.

Kreacher was looking at him with tears in his eyes. "Thank you master." Harry stood up to leave. "Sir?" Harry stopped, and looked at him, "Kreacher wishes to return to Hogwarts and work."

Harry nodded, "Okay, I will be back in a few days and help you." He paused at the door, "Oh and Kreacher." Harry took out Regulas' locket, "I think that this is yours." He handed it to Kreacher who was looking at him with tears in his eyes. 

Kreacher bowed the lowest he bowed in his life, he said, "Thank you sir." And he disappeared with a crack.

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(Harry and the Dursleys)

Arabella Figg was sitting on her porch petting one of her many cats. There was a CRACK!!! from down the street. Arabella turned to see Harry strolling up the street. "Mrs. Figg." He greeted with a nod.

She stood up to meet him in the middle of the street, "Mr. Potter. Congratulations." She nodded at number four, "Are you going to tell them?"

Harry nodded.

"Do you want me to be there?"

He shook his head. "No. This should be done privately. Thank you though."

"Good luck, Mr. Potter."

Harry nodded his thanks and turned to walk toward the house. He walked to the door, hesitated for a second, and knocked. He heard his cousin scream from inside, "MUUUM, SOMEONE'S AT THE DOOR!!!" A minute later his aunt Petunia opened the door. She gasped in surprise. "Aunt Petunia, may I come in?" She silently stepped aside and opened the door wider. Harry walked into the living room to see surprise and fright on his cousin's face. He sat down as Petunia found her voice, "Vernon!" A minute later Vernon came down the stairs. He dropped the glass he was holding and stopped in his tracks. Harry took his new wand out, "Reparo. Accio glass." 

The glass flew into his hand. He set it on the table and turned to his only relatives. "It's done. Voldemort is dead." He wasn't sure what he expected to happen. Of all the possible scenarios this was a more popular one. 

Vernon's tell-tale neck vein popped out, Petunia gasped again, and Dudley sat there with a vacant look. The next thing surprised Harry more than anything else that has happened in the few weeks since the Battle. "Thank you." Petunia whispered. She cleared her throat and spoke louder, "Thank you, Harry. For killing the man that killed my sister." She now had tears in her eyes. She stood up and left after one fell. 

"How dare you." Uncle Vernon spoke next. 

"Sorry?" Harry asked confused.

"You come here, after leaving a year ago and make my wife cry. I'm done. GET OUT!!!"

"Uncle Vernon..." He began

"I SAID TO GET OUT!!!" Harry could have sworn the windows shook as he hurried towards the door. He left the house and his uncle slammed the door behind him. 

Harry walked across the street to Mrs. Figg's house. She was still on the porch. This time with a different cat. He walked up to her. "There is a party, for lack of better word, at The Burrow next week. If you wanted to come, I can stop by and apparate with you over there?" He asked. 

She nodded, "I would love to come." She looked at something behind Harry. He turned around to see his cousin Dudley jogging after him. Harry, now that he could see his cousin better, took a minute to observe his cousin. Dudley had lost weight. He now looked 100 pounds lighter, and had lost one of his chins. 

"Harry!"

"Dudley."

"Look, we've had our differences in the past, but I hope that's all behind us."

"It is. Dud, there's another reason why I came back. There's going to be a party at the Burrow, where my friend Ron lives. I came to invite all of you." Harry said. 

"I'll come. And I think mom would too." Dudley said. He continued, "Dad, on the other hand..." 

"It's going to be in a week. I'll come back on Saturday morning with friends and we can apparrate you there."

He looked confused, "I thought you couldn't do magic in front of us. Your Ministry will arrest you."

"Technically, I can't. But the way I figure it, the Ministry owes me a couple of favors, and as long as you or Aunt Petunia don't tell anyone, no one has to know."

Dudley laughed and said, "I'll see you next week then. See ya, Harry!"

"Bye, Dud!"

Harry apparated to the Burrow to begin decorating.