Harry Potter and the Curse Of The Dark Lord: A harry potter fanfiction
Disclaimer: I do not own most characters and the basic structure of the story. Anything familiar belongs to JKR. Mild usage of abusive language is used in the content. Hope you enjoy reading
Tagline: What if Petunia really was a caring mother for Harry?
Chapter One- The Shield of Melancholy
(prologue before entering Hogwarts, directly from a ten year old Harry)
It was an autumn morning, a surprisingly warm day, with birds chirping and the maroon carpet of leaves filling the road. The air was sumptuously filled with the pleasant sound of Vernon screaming, the news channel person screaming, Dudley screaming and everyone screaming together like an orchestra of complaint cats. Mrs Figg was again showing another visitor in introducing her cats, and of course the visitor vomiting at the smell of her house with the weird aroma of cabbage.
Dudley's screaming completed the fare making it as normal as ever.
"Where's my cheese pizza", Dudley shrieked. It was Pieres' birthday and he wanted someone to make a pizza for him not so that he could give it to him, but eat it himself right in front of Pieres'.
"But Dudley-" His mom cut him short
"Obviously he would not mind, unless he is that Hairy Trotter, that sensitive, delicate darling.", he chuckled.
"Stop it Dudley, I believe you have learnt something called 'manners' at school, have you?-",
"You better stop crowing like a chicken. It does not suit a horse faced loser like you.", Dudley cut her short.
"You're crossing the limits. Better stop it at this Dudley"
"Leave him alone, Petunia. Poor dudders is gonna cry", Vernon said as he stopped Dudley from crying.
"You said you want a pizza, eh? I'll get you two. Why let that insufferable boy make one? Let's get it from the shop next door. Come on Dudley"
"Sure dad. Let's go", saying so, he shot a sharp look at his mom and a pretty sarcastic look, oddly resembling a pig to harry.
Petunia was a very tall, skinny woman with a tall neck and a horse like face, but still had a friendly smile, though only having to show it once in a blue moon, that too only to Harry, often showing a fake weird smile to Dudley and Vernon. She, could have been the best mom Harry could ever get, as he claimed often.
On the other hand, Dudley was a short, stout little boy with a fair skin and small eyes, like an angel from the sky to his father, an arrogant, ill-mannered child to his mom, and more like an overgrown pig to harry.
Vernon was exactly a xerox-copied version of Dudley, except that he was taller, bulkier and had a mustache. He worked in a company which made drills and his normal routine consisted of yelling at someone or the other He always considered his son as an angelic child and forced Petunia to believe it. He could do anything and everything for Dudley and just the opposite for Harry. His main headache reasons and things to yell about were just, financial problems, abnormal people, superstitions, Harry and many more
Harry on the other hand, was a boy with messy hair, looking pale and thin, with glasses taped in all ways because of the million times Dudley smashed it by sitting on them. He had emerald green eyes and a piercing gaze with an angry red scar resembling a lightning bolt on his left most part of his forehead, which he was fascinated a lot about.
He, unlike Dudley and Vernon, was a generous lad and was very attached to his mom. As much as he hated Vernon and Dudley, he pictured his mom as the ideal woman, being so affectionate to him, even when Vernon forced her not to. He always saw the desperate face his mother had, while Vernon screamed at her or at Harry for doing absolutely nothing. But he always admired her because she would always come at the end to help him out, wipe his tears and console him with her warm smile, even during her rainy days. He always wished that, one day his mom would pick up the courage to smack Vernon with a broom stick and make him scared of her or he could live with his mom away from Vernon and Dudley free of trouble and with lots of love and affection towards him.
Harry's ears were deafened by the screaming match between Dudley and his mother down-stairs. He was fed up of the fight and stormed upstairs. Finding himself outside his parents' bedroom, he shut the door to drown out the sounds. He saw that there was a ladder huddled at the corner. He had never seen it before. He didn't even get to see their bedroom, thanks to Vernon. He never allowed him in because of one reason he never mentioned and also considered it to be an invasion of their privacy. As he saw the ladder, there was a tag tied to it reading.
'Hello Petunia. Its me Lily. I did not know what to get you for your anniversary, so I went to the nearest muggle store, I had pretty much a tough time getting along there. Anyways this looked very handy being a ladder, especially for gardening which you love. So this is given with all our love from the bottom of our hearts.
Love ya sis
Lily and James.'
"Muggle? Lily? James? Who are they?" He wondered. Suddenly as he looked up at the wall there was a crack which looked very shady. It just made Harry feel that it was a trap, and he himself did not know why he thought so. . He used the ladder to climb up the wall and inspect, probably try to open up the crack, which he realized was the hinge of a trap door to the amazing attic which they had. Harry, used this as a good opportunity to kill time faster than sitting bored, by looking into the attic and bringing back memories, if there were any, thanks to the gifts, Lily and James gave them
As he crawled, he first saw the picture of a pretty scared looking eight year old Harry, an angry, neckless Dudley, a concerned, worried Petunia and Vernon. Where was Vernon? He was buying Dudders a special chocolate icecream for Harry's birthday while the photographer was too busy clicking surprise photographs of them. And not to forget the chocolate icecream lying on the road far away from them.
This made him remember his unforgettable, miserable eighth birthday.
On his eighth birthday he was taken to the park and was given a single present. Of course he had only got that single present from his mom which was, a chocolate icecream, Dudley ate half of it until Harry licked it and Dudley screamed,
"Eww, Harry licked 'my' chocolate icecream. Daddy no!", and began to weep.
His father threw the icecream, originally meant for Harry and locked him in the garage. His dad got Dudley a better icecream, which of course, Dudley criticized badly saying, "This does not have chocolate chips, and strawberries so I hate this" and as usual threw it in the bin, compelling his dad to buy another one.
Petunia, however secretly bought him a chocolate cake and cut it with him in the garage without Dudley as she thought that it was not fair of Dudley to eat a seventeen varieties chocolate icecreams originally meant for Harry
He saw a broom which had the tag written, 'again, from the muggle store'. Something called in the similar handwriting to the other one he saw before
Harry stealthily crawled in the attic just to remember his schooling experiences at Christopher's on seeing his Identity card. This was not exactly a happy story, though it had a happy ending of getting home education.
He had basically lost interest in going to Christopher's Academy and thus decided to be home schooled by his mom. This was due to over pressure by Dudley and his gang trying to personally kill him everyday by playing the famous game, "Catching Harry". Due to this, he only told his mother and stopped schooling.
This was because he had found his school Identity card. He read his details out loud.
Name: Harry Dursley
Parent(s): Dursley and Mrs. Petunia Dursley
Sibling studying in the same school: Dudley Dursley
Address: Number four, Privet Drive
Blood Group: Unknown (could not be identified with data)
Grade: Five
Age: Nine
It was when he was Nine when he had put an end to his schooling. Everything seemed legit except one thing. His blood group was unknown.
"I wonder what it is.", he told himself curiously
Saying so he managed to find Dudley's Identity and read out the same detail
Blood Group: A1+ve
"A1 positive? I never noticed this ever. No wonder everyone gives me a weird look after reading my card at school.",he muttered
He also recalled how his mom reacted on seeing his card. He remembered her sly, yet confident smile.
"Was it about this?", he asked himself
As he was going, he tripped over a sheet of papers stapled together, more like a document. It many terms and weird things but one piece of information caught his eye as he read.
'Harry James Potter. Born to Lily Evans Potter and James Potter on July 31.
Address: Godric's Hollow, London, 57'
"So am I a Dursley or a Potter?"
As he was walking, he tripped noticed a dusty painting and fell. He saw a man and a women standing together holding each other. The man looked a lot like Harry was, except for the scar which he did not have. The lady on the other hand, was a red-head with emerald green eyes like Harry himself and had the exact same smile as he had. At the bottom of the painting it was signed by Petunia and was written,
"R.I.P James Potter and Lily Potter, October 31. You shall forever be remembered."
Harry now pulled out the documents.
"So I am not a part of this family after all.", he told himself. He knew that if he showed the painting to Vernon, he would throw it out in fury. It is definitely a prized position. So he sketched it on a tracing paper and kept the painting inside, carefully keeping the sketching in his pocket. No wonder Vernon did not let him in. He would definitely
He ran down and showed his sketching to Vernon. Instead of appreciating his drawing, he crushed it, tore it and threw it in the fire place. Then Harry argued,
"Do you know how much effort I put in that. I drew it with my heart and my mind fully with it-"
"Shut it, you flibberjibbet. You don't even know who they are and you expect 'me' to appreciate this piece of rubbish based on other rubbish material", he yelled as he emphasized the word 'me'.
"My parents are not rubbish, Uncle Vernon"
"Wonderful. Now you finally got to know about how your parents got blown up- I mean died in a car crash, yeah car crash. You are being a nosy little will-o-the-wisp. Go back to your room and scram." Uncle screamed as he pulled Harry by his shirt.
Harry's eyes were red with anger. But without doing anything, suddenly, uncle Vernon was being pulled up as though an invisible force was pulling him like he did to Harry and was thrown to the ground. Harry ran as fast as he could, back to his room and locked it.
"HARRY I'M GONNA TWIST YOUR SMALL HEAD LIKE A CHICKEN? BEAT IT AT ONCE, YOU RETARD", Vernon screamed at the top of his lungs, trying to bang his door.
Suddenly he saw Petunia weeping and told her
"Darling, stop crying. Why do you love him go much. You don't even love Dud-"
"That's enough, Vernon." she timidly, yet curtly cut him short.
She could not bear to hear any more. She felt really angry but having a timid nature she just could not yell at him. "Poor Harry. He must be scared by the way Vernon behaved. I think I should get him some cookies. But oh it's so cold. Ah the fireplace." She decided to put the coal in the fire place as she saw the paper. It was torn a bit and crumpled but as she straightened it, she saw the drawing and Harry's sign. A drop of tear ran down her cheek as she folded it and kept it in her coat. "Th-Thank You Harry."
A few days later
There lay Harry, on his bed. Probably the only person awake. "Well. Just about five minutes left I guess. Five minutes to twelve. July 29, 23:55", he muttered to himself as soft as possible." Finally when there were only five seconds left he muttered to himself, "Five. Four. Three . Two and One. Happy birthday Harry Pot-" There was a creak in the door as a female called,
"Happy Birthday, Harry. Harry Potter.", Petunia whispered.
"Thanks mom", Harry muttered.
"I need to take you somewhere at dawn. We need to sneak out of the house Petunia told.
At dawn, Harry got up, wore his jacket, tied his boots, held his mothers hand and walked out. They took the car and went for a mile.
Harry could not trust his eyes. They were going out of town. Kingcross train station was silent and dark. He was so happy that he wanted to hear these words from her. So he asked her.
"Mum, we're going away. Far away from Dad, Far away from Dudley, aren't we?"
"Yes, Harry"
"And we aren't coming back?"
"How I wish. Soon enough. No more questions now."
They got on to the empty train and sat in the corner most seat and waited for a couple of minutes. The train slowly started to move and it seemed as though the trees, the clouds and the solemn roads were walking hands along with the train. The sky was dark and the grey clouds had entirely covered the sun. Harry began to admire these small, little things, for he was seldom given an opportunity to venture out, thanks to Vernon.
Eventually the train stopped in a darker area than the previous one and they got down and began to walk out of the station. The walked for another mile till the area turned into something like a lane which had a sign board reading, 'Godric's Hollow this way (arrow pointing to the left)' which was broken and was covered in moss entirely.
Hey guys! This is my first try at a fanfiction. Please be nice and it would be awesome if you can rate and review. Will soon upload a new chapter. Please be nice while reviewing and keep it clean. Thanks a lot for reading! :-)