A/N: This is just an introductory chapter... so it's not long. I am currently working on the second chapter. Don't know when it will be up because I work midnights. It will be longer though.
Perhaps if she'd known what she could unleash into the world, she would have been kinder. Maybe she would have told her husband to lay off on him. As it was, she closed her eyes to the abuse, and pretended that her little nephew didn't exist when she could. She left all the discipline to Vernon when it came to both boys. Her son got all of her love, while the other boy didn't.
Petunia Dursley hated to think about the world her nephew belonged to. It was a world in her opinion that shouldn't exist, but at the same time, she was jealous… not that she would ever admit to it. Instead, she made sure her life was normal, and anything that could change that would be ignored, including little Harry Potter.
He came to them as a baby, dropped off on their doorstep by people who didn't want the responsibility. At least that's what she believed. They didn't seem to care that she already had a young son, and that one toddler was enough trouble. Instead, they had to give her one that would be an even bigger burden. And yet, even though she didn't want him, she couldn't throw him to the wolves. So he stayed.
"You let me handle the discipline," Vernon told her. "I'll make sure he never does anything freakish."
She agreed, and pretended that when her husband beat the boy, even when he wasn't bad, that it was a good thing. She never said a word when Vernon abused Harry, even if he was just colouring. In her mind, he probably did deserve it.
The Dursley's tried their best to leave their nephew at home during family trips. Usually one of their neighbours agreed to take him, but then there were the times when they had to bring him. Those were the times that bothered Vernon the most. Those were the times when Harry would pay the most, and yet there were rarely any visible bruises on the boy. No one knew what was happening to him. The man was very good at keeping the abuse secret.
Yet, if anyone looked closely, they would see that the small boy was depressed. All they had to do was look into his eyes, and they would see that something was very wrong. But no one ever did. Because of that, there was a chance that something dangerous could be released into the world. Something that Petunia who knew tidbits about the world she ignored would know about, if she just paid attention.