Disclaimer-um…do we really have to do this again? Well for
all you people out there I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER because if I did I would be
very rich and would have a mechanical Chess set just like Ron’s because that
has always been a dream of mine. lol.
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“Now Vernon, I know—I know this is a bit of a…a shock, but
“A baby! Petunia where on earth did you find him!”
“On our doorstep, but the point is—”
“Our doorstep! Who does the owner of this boy think he is!
Just dropping off his problems on our doorstep! If I ever find out—”
“VERNON! Listen to me!” Petunia’s daring shout startled
Vernon into silence. “This isn’t just any child, this is my—well, our—nephew.”
There was a shocked silence.
“Petunia, please tell me you have a normal sibling
whose son this is…Petunia is this your sister’s…”
“Yes Vernon, it is my sister Lily’s son. His name is Harry
James Potter and he has, at this moment, been entrusted into our care.” Petunia
said this with a finality that Vernon did not take to very well.
“Exactly,” he said, a purple color snaking through his
veins. “He is entrusted to us ‘at the moment’, and I will not stand to have him
in the house! Orphanages have plenty of space for the boy!” He was breathing
hard and glaring at his wife, who was holding the bundle of rags that contained
a baby boy.
“But Vernon he has no place to go and—and he is my
sister’s son! Not that I am saying that I like the idea of having him in the
house!” Petunia added quickly and nervously, starting to crumble under Vernon’s
“Petunia! What if he is one of—of their kind? When
your sister, a w-w-witch, and that no good other w-w-wizard breed they are
bound to produce another—another—you-know-what! What if he is abnormal? He
could endanger our lives and Dudley’s!”
Petunia bit her lip – he had her there. Petunia understood
enough about the wizarding world and that letter she got, to know that the boy
could attract some very unwanted attentions from people in the magical world,
no matter what the writer of that letter told her. Well…the letter had also
said Harry would be safe here – shouldn’t that include her family too? Still,
she couldn’t tell Vernon this or else Harry would be out of the house faster
than dirt on her floor. But wait a minute, why was she trying to save this
child she thought she hated? It just didn’t make any sense.
“Well Vernon, that is not necessarily true. I once
overheard that two abnormal people can produce a normal baby. I think babies
like that are called squabs. So we just need to find out if Harry is a squab.
If he is we can keep him.”
Vernon strained under the pressure of understanding this.
“So if this boy is a squab, then he will be normal, and no one ever need know
that he had oddball parents? If he is a squab it is probably all the better
your sister died – at least the kid has a chance at being normal. Poor boy,
parents like those, those freaks.”
Petunia felt something rise up in her. Anger? No. Hurt?
No. Maybe a little bit of defensiveness for her sister…perhaps…but not much.
Not much at all.
Somehow she had to test him to see if he was magic.
Somehow they had to know if he would be acceptable in this house. What on earth
did Petunia know about testing for magic in a child? Although she did remember
when Lily first showed the signs of being…different.
25 years ago
“Lily dear, would you pass me the marmalade?” Lily and
Petunia’s mother said, “and the butter.”
“Here you go, mummy,” Lily said, passing over the
butter. She was a pretty girl, about ten years old with sparkling green eyes
and long, shiny red hair. Sitting next to her was her seven year old sister
Petunia. Petunia had blond hair and pale blue eyes; she was also rather small
and bony. She looked up at her big sister.
“Lily, will you please pass me the jam too? Will you
spread it too?” Petunia said to Lily, offering her the toasted bread on the
plate. But as Petunia held up her bread she knocked over her milk, sending all
of it cascading over the table. Her mother and sister rushed to get the glass.
“Oh dear, Petunia!”
“Watch out for the milk, sister – I’ll get it!”
Lily reached out to move the rug out from under the
raining milk, but as she did the most astonishing thing happened. As Lily’s
hand moved instinctively to catch the milk, the liquid stopped moving, right in
the middle of the air. It floated there, a white blob serenely twisting in
midair. The whole family froze, staring, transfixed by the milk. Lily was still
gaping at it, but then she slowly got up and got a new glass, never taking her
eyes off the liquid. When she held the glass under the milk, the milk splashed
right into the cup without spilling a drop.
Lily mother spoke first. “L-Lily, w-what just happened
here?” Her voice was shaky and her eyes opened as round as bottle caps. But
before Lily could answer, there was a loud screech by the window. They all
jumped and turned around. A brown owl was perched on their window ledge; at
least it was until it spread its wings and flew into the house, dropped a thick
yellow letter on Lily’s plate, and flew out of the window. Lily stared at the
envelope and sucked in her breath when she saw the address:
She picked up the letter and glanced at her mother.
“Mummy, it’s addressed to me! Who sent it?” Lily asked
looking very unsure of this whole situation.
“I don’t know dear. W-why don’t you o-open it?” said
the girl’s mother, still looking very shaky.
They all watched with bated breath as Lily tore open
the parchment letter. She found a yellow letter and read it. All they could see
was her wide-open eyes scanning the page.
“Mummy, have you ever heard of a place called Hogwarts”
Petunia woke up with a yawn the next morning and after
straightening up her side of the bed she strode down the stairs. She stopped
in the middle of the hallway by the closet under the stairs. She opened the
door and found Harry exactly where she left him. She brought him abruptly out
of his sleep by picking him up and stiffly carrying him to the kitchen. She
plopped him into the high chair and swept over to the cabinet. Petunia selected
a box of Cheerios for Harry’s breakfast. She poured some of them onto the tray
in front of the boy.
Harry had never eaten Cheerios before, unbeknownst to
Petunia, so he just stared at her with innocently confused eyes. Petunia stared
back at him, recognizing her sister’s eyes on the baby.
“Well! What are you waiting for? Eat!” She snapped at the
baby. When he didn’t follow her command she picked up a Cheerio and held an
inch from his mouth. Harry’s eyes crossed as he tried to look at the Cheerio,
but he still didn’t open his mouth. So Petunia tried to shove it in there.
“Mm-mm!” Harry protested and then—
Petunia screamed and jumped away from the tray. The
Cheerios had begun to pop, like miniature bombs.
Her arms flew in front of her to shield her from the
flying crumbs. Harry giggled with delight, causing another round of the
breakfast artillery to explode.
Petunia grabbed a handful of Cheerios and rushed over to
the trash can. All the while the cereal was exploding in her hand like
firecrackers. She threw it into the bin and turned back to a giddy Harry.
“Silence! I will not tolerate this kind of behavior from
you! You have no right to act so—so unruly! You had best be a good
houseguest or else you’re out! Nephew or not! You WIZARD!” Petunia snarled
angrily. Harry may not have understood a word, but her tone made him fall
silent quick. He apologized to her by picking up an uninjured Cheerio and
eating it. He looked very timid and quiet all of a sudden.
Vernon walked in the kitchen just seconds after Petunia’s
rant, and he looked slowly around at the crumbled Cheerio bits, his irritated
wife, and then at Harry.
“Petunia what happened in here?” he asked, an accusing
stare coming onto his face and resting on Harry.
“Harry and I were just having a…little problem.
Nothing to worry about,” Petunia said promptly, as she began to clean up. There
was no doubt that Harry was a wizard, but she could wait to tell Vernon. Just
let everyone get adjusted to Harry before she sprang this surprising news on
her She grabbed a broom and swept the crumbs into the pan. She looked at Harry
who was quietly eating his cheerios. This really is going to be such a
bother, she thought.
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