Chapter One: The Misadventures of Petunia Dursley
Petunia Dursley had always wanted a daughter. She would never have told her husband Vernon, who much preferred their son Dudley (he was the one who thought of the name) to a 'silly little girl'. It would be like having her sister back, but without the... abnormality. Petunia hated abnormality. She was normal, unlike her freak of a sister. She was just a normal housewife, with a successful working husband, and a one year old son.
She kissed Vernon goodbye and began to clear cereal off the walls from Dudley's last tantrum. That was when she saw it. An owl? But it was daytime? She turned up her nose, and began to gossip to her neighbour Mrs Green about the latest scandal on the street.
On her way to dropping Dudley off at her friend's house, she noticed a lot of people in cloaks, muttering about something. Muttering and abnormality were two of her least favourite things, down there with dreams and questions. So, on her way back, she decided to go into the shop the freaks were standing outside, to see if she could hear anything they said.
'I can't believe it, a girl!'
'The Potters though, isn't it devastating?'
They were wizards. They were freaks. They knew her sister, and her wretched family. She left, sneering to show her displeasure.
For the rest of the day, the usually gossiping woman pursed her lips and simply sat in silence. Only when she picked up Dudley, she began to speak (although it was closer to mollycoddling), but returned to her stony silence once she got home and Dudley began to watch t.v.
Later that evening, Vernon returned home, looking nervous. Nothing good ever came out from Vernon being nervous. He had seen the freaks to. She pretended she hadn't, hoping to keep Vernon's nerves down. They went to bed, and, just before she fell asleep, she thought the street lights went out.
That morning, as Petunia went to get the milk bottles, there was something unexpected there. A baby girl holding a letter made of Parchment. She picked up the letter:
Dear Mr Mrs Dursley,
I am sorry to inform you that Lily and James Potter, close relatives of yours, have been murdered by the dark wizard Lord Voldemort. However, due to Mrs Potter's clever mind, a protection was placed upon young Holly Potter, allowing her to survive.
This protection in her blood will mean that she will be protected from dark magic as long as she is with blood relatives. You, Mrs Dursley, are her only blood relative.
I pray you take her, and treat her as one of your own.
Yours Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore, headmaster.
Petunia didn't care what Vernon was bound to say. They were keeping her.
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