Seekers Flight

Author: ime90

Summary: AU/ Petunia is human; therefore, subjected to human moralities. If she wouldn't stick her Dudders down in the cupboard, why her sisters son? Meeting someone different at the station changes the whole future. UnifyAllHouses!Harry, Good!Cho, EVILManipulative!Dumbledore

Authors Note: I lalalaLOVE Harry when he's uniting all the houses; It brings my little heart to tears~

The Weasleys will be distant, and Hermione will be properly sorted (RAVENCLAW! HELLO?). There won't be an specific bashing...

Just kidding, MAJOR Dumbledore bashing. But hey, let's be honest, this isn't going to be:

OMG HARRY IZ DA HUGWORTS HAIR!

SWEET JIZZLES SO IS CHO ND CED ND DRAKEY-POO!

LAWLS DUMBLYDOOR IS A RETARD AND IS COMPLETELY BY HARRY!

That's just not reality. -_-;;

Someone who's manipulated the government (albeit a corrupt one) into believing it's okay to leave the wizarding worlds HERO with some MAGIC HATING MUGGLES , obviously got some game.

Okay? Okay.

I love Cho, and will not bash her. I just can't.

IT IS PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE OF ME TO WRITE A BAD SENTENCE ABOUT THAT ASIAN

(Smart ass bitch)

PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE I TELL YOU!

Anyways, let's get on with the chapter, no?


Chapter One:

Dumbledores Letter

Petunia sat in her almost bare kitchen. Vernon and her had just moved into the neighborhood and she already loved it. Picket fences, perfect flowers, trimmed lawns- it was heaven. But something had happened that she hadn't anticipated. A baby. If one had happened to over-hear her thoughts, they would have thought she was talking about her Precious Dudders; not the green-eyed baby who shared a crib with Dudley at the moment. On November 1st, she had went out to collect the paper and set out the empty milk bottles. Instead, she found a baby. If Lily's un-answered letters were to be trusted, his name was Harry James Potter.

Petunia wanted to cry.

Letters upon letters that had been sealed in a metal boy and left in the attic were now open and rifled through. Her sister-precious, perfect Lily- had died. Because of that stupid, nonsense magic. And what did those people do? Drop a baby on her doorstep and 'So sorry to say' note. Petunia knew about these notes. A handful of pre-written ones sat on her desk for whenever she decided to skip out on someone's tea-date.

A letter fell. Picking it up, she saw something that just wasn't Lilies writing. Instead of the ball point pen ink she was used to seeing- deep, indigo ink swept through the thick parchment with graceful curved lines. A quill.

Dear Petunia,

I suppose this is quite a shock, receiving a letter from your brother-in-law; I sincerely hope you don't burn this on sight. Lily told me you haven't been answering her letters, and I decided to send one myself. Just to clear things up a bit. I knowyou aren't replying because you're simply busy with your husband and other affairs. NOT because you still hold on to some childish resentment. No, no, no, your far too mature for that. You could never hate Lily because she's your sister. Your. Sister. No other words should need to be said.

Well! That feels good, don't you think? To just lay all the cards down? I mean, you couldn't possibly throw a lifetime of childhood away because you're simply jealous. No possible way. Lily speaks about you with such high-regards.

"Always the smarter one- quick on her feet"

"Never seemed to fall to peer-pressure."

"My younger sister sometimes seemed like my elder."

"If I were the younger one…I think I'd be okay with her."

Does that sound like hatred? She always talks to Harry about how he'll just adore meeting his Aunt because of how loving you are to children.

He can't wait.

Now, I know you know about the whole terrorist after us thing, so let this be said: If Harry comes into your care by some goddamn miracle, I ask you to put your resentment aside and raise him. I'm not asking you to spoil him, I'm not asking you to be his mother, just…raise him. Like his mother would. Like Lily would. I guess that's it, huh?

Wait, I have one last thing.

If we really do die, let it be known that Peter Pettigrew was the secret-keeper of our Fidelius.

Much care,

James Charleson Potter


Petunia cleared the small bedroom beside Dudleys out- filled with old clothing and toys of her son. Saving the toys that were still useable, she put them to the side. Petunia may not love the kid, but for Lily- and all that was left of her- she would raise him. Just like Lily would. With a sneer, she stomped down her stair and threw the letter from Dumbledore into the fire. She watched with unmasked-glee as it was consumed as tinder and destroyed. She hid James' in her apron. Checking the clock, she began to work on dinner. Vernon would be home soon.


Once the children were fed and put to sleep, Vernon sat in bed with Petunia.

"…Are you sure Pet? We could always drop him off at the nearest Orphanage…", Vernon trailed off.

Petunia shook her head.

"That Door fellow will know if we do. Besides, with the stipend of 515 pounds (otherwise, 800 dollars) and your paycheck, we could easily afford it."

Vernon nodded and stretched his arms, "Suppose your right Pet. Where have you set him up?", he asked. "With Dudders for now. We'll have to fix him into the second bedroom.", Petunia said.

The lights were off, and Harry Potters fate was sealed.