Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even the laptop that I am writing this story on. All characters, items, spells, and anything else recognized is the property of J.K. Rowling.
A/N 1: This is my first attempt at writing.
A/N 2: I have tweaked a few birthdates and event dates to fit my story line.
Dialogue is in double quotes ("")
Thoughts are in single quotes 'italics'
Parseltongue is in bold
Flashbacks are in bold italics
Chapter 1-Taking You Home
31st October 1982
It was a perfectly normal day on the quiet little street of Privet Drive. The square houses stood gleaming in the bright sun and the emerald green lawns trimmed perfectly. Children all over were preparing costumes and candy bins for the night's tricking and treating.
A man stood in front of one of the identical houses, unobserved by all who were aware, observing its inhabitants. Everything about this man's appearance from his black slacks and black button down shirt, to his silky, long raven black hair was unwelcome on the quiet little street. His nose was hooked and skin sallow. His face held a mask of no emotion, but if one looked into his onyx eyes, you would see years of torture, passion and sorrow.
One year ago that day this man had lost not one but two of his closest friends, one year ago his beloved wife and infant son were taken away from him, it was one year ago that day that the person whom he had trusted to protect the lives of his family, the person who he had once actually called his friend, ended up betraying them all. This man had one thing and one thing only on his mind at the moment; get his family back.
He looked at his watch; 5:00 it read. With a sigh he walked down the road to a nearby park. Upon arriving he saw tabby cat giving what appears to be a dirty look to a very large, shaggy black dog. The man shook his head before clearing his throat, smirking at the scene while taking a seat on a vacant bench. Gaining their attention, the two animals approached the man gingerly. He reached down to scratch the dog behind its ears then said in a low, almost inaudible tone, "We will get him back tonight, I swear." The dog whined and moved closer to the man while the cat gave him a reassuring nudge with its nose.
Hours pass and day soon turns into night. The man glanced at his watch again; 8:35. He stood and turned to walk out of the park. He glanced over his shoulder to see if the dog and cat were still following but instead was faced with a rather severe-looking woman and a tall, thin man with dark wavy hair. The man motioned for the two to follow as he walked back down the road towards Privet Drive.
The three arrived in front of number four but paused for a moment before approaching the door. They rang the doorbell and were greeted by a rather large man with hardly any neck and a very large mustache. This man's name was Vernon Dursley. He took a good look at the three that had graced his front step before saying, "Whatever you are selling we don't want any." and quickly tried to shut the door in their faces. Unfortunately for him the severe-looking woman caught the door and replied, "We are here to check on Harry Potter."
Turning a lovely shade of deep pink, Vernon Dursley managed to sputter out, "There's nobody here by that name. Good evening."
"Oh, I beg to differ, Mr. Dursley," said the first man, giving Vernon a look that said 'I know you are lying' before making his way into the house. The two others quickly followed as the man spoke again, "Now I am going to as this once and only once, where is Harry."
Vernon, now visibly shaking, pointed towards the little cupboard under the stairs while stammering out, "H-he's in th-there." The second man walked over to the door, pulled out a thin wooden stick and said "Alohomora" before opening the now unlocked cupboard. The first thing he saw as he looked inside was a small, raven haired child with bright green eyes covered in bruises and wearing nothing but rags for clothes. "Merlin, Harry," he whispered in shock motioning for his two companions to come.
Taking sight of the small child, the first man gasped as he looked the boy in the eyes and said, "Harry?" The child, taking in the features of the three strange people standing in front of him, quietly spoke in a small, frightened voice, "Daddy?" The man, releasing the breath he did not realize he was holding, cries out, "Yes, Harry its Daddy!" and gently picked up the now crying toddler and held him protectively in his arms. "It's okay Harry," the man softly spoke to the child, "we are going to take you home."
Suddenly a new voice appeared from the kitchen entry way, "Who are you? What are you doing with nephew?!" she spat out at the three travelers huddled around Harry. The elder woman turned around to see Petunia Dursley standing there with a look of disgust on her face.
"You!" the elder woman exclaimed, "How can you treat your only sister's child like this? Lily would have never treated your son with such disrespect had things been reversed." Petunia just stood there completely dumbfounded before another voice starts.
"We are taking Harry home. You should be ashamed! Lily idolized you, Tuney, and this is how you treat her only child?! You are lucky we aren't calling the police." The small child's father exclaimed at the two Dursleys whose facial expressions resembled fish.
Without another word the three travelers and Harry, now peacefully asleep in his father's arms, marched out the door and disappeared with a loud crack leaving Petunia and Vernon to gawk at what had just occurred moments before.
Any guesses as to who the three mystery travelers are?? If you haven't figured it out by now shame on you!! lol
Well this is my first chapter, I know it's rather short but I think I'm getting the hang of writing in this format.
Please tell me what you think. Any and all suggestions and comments are welcome.