Title: Evans? Potter? Anders?
Author: Linnea
AU, Drama, General
Translator: NanCy123
Summery: Harry Potter - Broken, exhausted physically and emotionally, he lost belief and desire to live. The help comes from those, who were the perfect madness to wait. Evans's secret opens. 6-7 books are ignored: Dumbledore is alive, Snape also teaches potions in Hogwarts. OOC of characters.
Comments:
Harry – Adrian
Dudley – Damien
Petunia – Anna Persephone
Vernon – Victor
Voldemort – Tom
Remus – Antuan or Arman
Series: The way home or another universe
Translator notes: This story has been written by Russian fanfiction writer Linnea, I am only translator. Original language is Russian. I got the permission for an author. Thanks for the attention!!
Chapter 1
A letter to nowhere, a letter to no one!
Dudley was standing near the door to the room, which have been occupied by his cousin – Harry Potter for five years, during summers. He was simply standing and looking at sleeping cousin, who could easily remind a ghost – emaciated, tired person with set of painful wrinkles, and with thin, almost transparent body. Dudley silently came in, approached the bad, lifted the blanket, which has fallen to the floor, and carefully wrapped up his sleeping cousin, then he cast away the loc of the dark hair, which has fallen to a forehead, and gently touched Harry's cheek.
"Sleep. You need it. You must."
He looked at sleeping Harry one more time, Dudley approached the table, where lists of used up parchment were scattered. He gathered all the lists and left the room quietly closing the door.
He quickly walked along the corridor, entered his room and sat on the bed. He couldn't dare to do something. He gathered all his forces and began to read. He didn't know how much time had passed while he was reading tens small used up pages, but it wasn't important. The last parchment is read, Dudley has lifted his head and looked out of the window, silent tears flew on his cheeks. He couldn't do anything to stop it and he didn't want.
Dudley rose from the bed, approached the desk, got a key from casket and opened the top box of the table. He stood there next to an open box of the table with parchments in his hands, thoughtfully looking out of the window. Gradually thoughtfulness in eyes was replaced by determination. Dudley has pulled out a folder from a box and has carelessly thrown it on a table, It wasn't of interest for him, but really important were sheets of parchment, which were laying under the folder. Those were the same sheets of parchments, like these he held in his hands. There were a lot of. He has pulled out all of them and resolutely left the room.
He came downstairs into a drawing room. Vernon and Petunia Dursley puzzly looked at there son.
"Duddlykins?! What Happened?" Petunia looked with horror at her son, whose cheeks were wet with tears.
"Mum! Dad! You need to hear this. But don't interrupt me, just listen. Please."
"Dudley, son, what…" Vernon begun.
"Please! Listen to me," interrupted Dudley.
"OK" told Vernon and Petunia together exchanging glances. They have never seen there son acting like this before.
"I want to read you something. I don't want you trying to interrupt or stop me. You really need to hear this," Dudley looked at his parents with despair, then he took his place in the one of the arm-chairs.
Silence filled the room for several minutes. Dudley was sorting some sheets, which he was holding on his lap, finally, he took one in his hands, lifted his head and looked at his parents.
This night, there was only one person sleeping on Number Four Privet Drive. Though it was difficult to call it a dream, it looked more like drowsiness. If somebody was watching the house this night, he would see a very strange picture. The light burnt on the grand floor all nigh long. And if somebody has glanced in a window, he would see stranger picture - Dursley family sat in a drawing room: the head of the house - Vernon Dursley was absolutely pale, his wife silently cried, having seized in a hand of the husband with a death grip, their son was reading aloud some papers and tears flew down his pale cheeks without a stop. They didn't notice how much time had passed, right now it didn't exist for them. There were only those sheets of parchment, and words, written on them.
It was already morning when Dudley finished reading the last parchment. His voice was become absolutely hoarse after hours of non-stop reading. Silence has filled the room again.
"It is the letter, which is never and nowhere to be sent. It is the letter which addressed to no one. Perhaps, it should have never been read," Vernon Dursley voice broke the silence in the house, "A letter to nowhere, a letter to no one". Vernon was looking with the empty look into the wall before him. His wife, who was sitting next to him and holding his hand, as it was a life buoy, was shaking and mattered without a stop:
"We have to do something, we have to do something, we have to do something…"
"Mum, dad…"
"We have to…" Petunia suddenly stopped and looked at her sun and then at her husband:
"I need to talk with you, to tell you something".
"Petunia…" Vernon looked puzzled, "We need to decide what to do".
"I know, Vernon", Petunia was looking to her husband, "I am sorry".
"God, what for?" Vernon looked at his wife with concern.
"Mum?!"
"I know what we need to do, I hope you will forgive me, especially you, Dudley.
"Mum, you are scaring me," Dudley was looking at his mother with fear. "What do you want to do with Hurry? Mum, he is…"
"Don't worry, Dudley, we will help Harry. I know what we need to do," Petunia drastically rose from the sofa, "Vernon, Dudley, I have something to tell you, but we don't have time for this. If we want to save Harry we need to act right now. Are you with me?"
"Petunia?"
"Are you with me?"
"If this will help Harry, then yes, I am with you, mum".
"Me too, me too. But what are we going to do? What have you decided?"
"Dudley, I need you to stay with Harry. Watch after him".
"Of course, mum, no Problems".
"Vernon, We need to go, we have only a couple of hours to do everything".
"Of course darling. But where are we going?"
"To Diagon Alley, Gringotts".
"WHERE???!!"
"Diagon Alley, Gringotts. But we should visit one person first. Let's go Vernon. I will explain you everything on the way. We don't have much time. Dudley, I believe in you".
"Don't worry, mum. But I hope you will explain everything, right?"
"Certainly, Vernon!" Petunia was about to exit the home. Vernon with the absolutely shocked expression of his face left the house after his wife. Dudley spent another minute watching the closed door, then he turned around and came upstairs to his cousin's room.
At 9o'clock in the evening on July, 1st, 1996 the house Number 4 Private Drive, in small English town has become empty. There were not any member of the Dursley family, and Harry Potter was also absolutely absent. No one in the magic world noticed how and where "The-boy-who-lived" disappeared.
Neither 2nd and 3d of July, nor later, nobody has paid attention that Dursleys and there dissolute nephew are not present, and that in the evenings the light is not burning in the house, that no one enters it.
The house has become empty. No one lived there anymore.
Translator notes, I am not the Author of the story. The author is Russian fanfic writer Linnea, I am just a translator, I got the permission from the author for the translation! Thanks. And please leave your review. It would be really good to see it, No Jokes, I am telling the truth!