Do it Right This Time
I think this is the third time I've fixed this story please tell me what you think.
Oh and unfortunately Harry Potter is not mine.
Prologue
I guess this is the end, are the words that past through Harry Potter's mind as he lay dieing. Not that there was really anything left to live for. He had just defeated Voldermort. In fact, Old Voldy lay not to far away, his corpse starting to cool.
They were in what was once Hogwarts. Not that you could really tell. Other then the insanely strong gusts of wild magic tearing up the surrounding area, and the random bolder. That was a section of a wall, or a floor, or a doorway, or a part of one of the many stairways that filled Hogwarts. And now as he lay dieing Harry wished it were possible to go back and do it all over again. To be able to do it right this time. With those if only thoughts in his mind Harry Potter closed his eyes for what he thought was the last time.
With that what was thought to be the end became the beginning. As no one truly understands wild magic and what makes it tick. How can you really be surprised that as a gust of wild magic swirled around the dieing Harry Potter it picked up on his last wish. And then carried it out.
Harry Potter opened his eyes at the sound of a woman's startled shriek. Listening to his instincts the one year old started to bawl. Realising the eyes of her neighbors were on her Petunia dropped the milk bottles with a resounding crash, and scooped up the child rushing him inside. Realising what he was doing harry stopped crying, and gazed up at his aunt in confusion. What the crap. Where was he, why was he not dead, and why oh why was he small. This just could not be happening. No it couldn't be real. It was all just a figment of his imagination. Yeah that was it a figment of his imagination! But that did not explain why he was alive, and not in pain. Something to contemplate later.
As Petunia gazed into the green eyes of her one year old nephew she remembered her sister. How they used to be. Petunia may have been a bossy mean big sister, but that was because she cared. She wanted to keep her little sister safe. OK, she may have pushed a little to hard. The resulting argument left their relationship splintered, and broken. Scanning the note that was attached to the child's blanket Petunia realised she'd never be able to repair that relationship now. She realised that her squeamishness at magic had left the last words she and Lilly exchanged to be words of hate. At that the guilt hit her like a sledge hammer to the stomach. Sinking into depressing thoughts she wondered how she could have been such a horrible petty person. She wondered how anyone could even stand to be around her.
Similar thoughts flew through her mind until a bellow from her husband grabbed her attention. He of course was a one track mind sort of person, and he wanted his breakfast right now. Unfortunately there is a first time for everything. Upon seeing little Harry Vernon turned purple and callously demanded to know if Petunia had forgotten that they (HE) had decided not to have any more children so they could concentrate on Dudley, aaaaannnd where had the scrawny brat come from anyways. Upon explaining the situation Vernon's impossibly shade of purple darkened dramatically. seeing her husbands temper about to explode she elaborated how they had no choice in the matter. Explosion adverted Vernon left in a huff forgetting breakfast.
The following months were a trial. As Vernon overcomplicated everything, spoiled Dudley, and acted abusively towards Harry. Petunia finally had enough. He hadn't been a very good husband to begin with so she divorced him.
