ON YOUR MARK
2- Enlightening Discussions
Harry awoke the next morning feeling better than he had in months. Sleep was a
wonderful thing! He showered, dressed, and checked the mirror. He didn’t like
what he saw.
He looked like a Dickens street urchin. He had baggy clothes, pants that were
too short, scraggly black hair framing a pale complexion and crooked glasses
over his brilliant green eyes. No wonder the neighbors looked at him askew.
On a sudden impulse, he tore at
the holes in the knees of his jeans and ripped off the legs to make instant
cut-offs. It was summer after all. He rolled up the uneven hems and
found a belt in his trunk. He rummaged through the drawers in his chest and
found a decent t-shirt (albeit reading ‘Grunning’s Drills’) and a pair of clean
white sweat socks. His school trainers would have to do, although they seemed a
little tighter than usual. Finally, he brushed his hair off his face, borrowing
a squirt of Dudley’s hair gel to keep it back.
The reflection now showed a tall thin young man, still pale, but not as
shabby. His scar sat boldly on his forehead. It was a very important part of
him…why hide it? His hair no longer stuck out in odd directions, but fell
in slight waves to his collar. That surprised him; ‘maybe it had stuck out
because it had wanted to curl?’ he thought. He shrugged and went downstairs to
The Dursleys were sleeping late today, as it was Saturday. Harry had finished
the pancakes and sausages when his aunt and uncle appeared and sat down. He
served them and sat at the table, getting nary a thank you for his efforts.
Uncle Vernon gave Harry his usual orders (stay out of our hair) and a list of
chores (weed the garden, mow the lawn, and wash the car).
“Yes, Uncle Vernon, only I told the Evanses I would come by later today. Do you
think Dudley could help wash the car so I can finish
early?” he ventured.
“Evanses? What Evanses?” Vernon looked to Petunia.
“They live on Magnolia. They have a young son Harry met yesterday,” she told
“Why are you going there boy? You know we don’t want the neighbors exposed to
“Mark has the same color eyes as me. I told them I’d bring a picture of my mum,
and see if we might be related,” Harry calmly told them, waiting for an
explosion from his uncle.
It was Aunt Petunia who answered however. “You have pictures of Lily? Are they
normal ones or…”
“No, they are wizard photographs”
Vernon was now ready to explode. “DO NOT USE THAT WORD!”
“Vernon,” Petunia warned, “calm down. You know what
the doctor said. Besides, I think I’d like to meet these people. I don’t have
any family, you know.”
“That’s because of
those freaks,” Vernon sputtered. “They did away with your whole
family! You’re just asking for more trouble, Petunia!”
Harry’s mouth dropped
open. His whole family? He had never been told why he didn’t have grandparents.
He had never been told anything, as a matter of fact. He was tired of being
left in the dark. “Whole family?” He was standing now, a head taller than Aunt
Petunia was. “Perhaps it’s time to explain?”
Petunia sunk into the
chair, shaking, hands over her face. Vernon rounded on him. “Now you’ve done it boy, OUT!
GET OUT! And leave your aunt alone!”
“NO!” The shout had
come from both Harry and Petunia who had come to her senses. Harry gaped at
“No, Vernon he’s right. He has a right to know.” Turning
to Harry she said, “Give me some time to get some things together Harry, you
are right. It is time to explain. Please don’t bring your pictures to
them. I have others that are more appropriate.”
“Fine, fine! I’ll give
you till this afternoon. I’m going over there at four,” Harry stated as he
cleaned up his plate. He headed out to the garden to weed before it got too hot
Sweaty and grimy, Harry
wondered why he had bothered cleaning up this morning. He went inside for a
late lunch. He found his cousin at the kitchen table eating the breakfast
“”Morning Dudley!” Harry grinned. “Must be nice to be able to
“Shut up, freak!” was
the less than friendly response.
“You don’t seem to mind
eating the food I made this morning, though. Guess being ‘freak- made’ doesn’t
matter to your stomach, huh?”
Harry ignored Dudley’s glare and went to wash up. As he walked back
into the kitchen to make a sandwich, he was surprised to find Uncle Vernon
pleading with Dudley to wash his car.
“Ten pounds,” Dudley was saying.
“I can take it to the
bloody car wash for less!” Uncle Vernon protested. “Five and I’ll take you and
your mates to the mall.”
A night of filching and
carousing was just too temping, so Dudley
reluctantly agreed. “Okay, deal. But, why couldn’t Harry do it?”
“Because, your mother
has other plans for him, that’s why. Now get dressed and get to work!”
Harry never heard his
Uncle Vernon talk to his precious son in that manner and had to hide his smirk.
His uncle glared at him any way. “Petunia’s upstairs when you’re done. I’ll
have you know I don’t like any of this. The less people know the better.”
“Know what?” Harry
“Know about you freaks!
Your abnormal family, your, your…your world, he spat and with one last
glower at Harry he left the room, leaving the young wizard to his confused and
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