The Secret Lives of the Dursleys
A/N: This is my very first fanfiction, so please take a minute a write a review! IF you liked the 1st part, tell me so! If you didn't, tell me why! Thanks so much everyone!!
Vernon Dursley watched cautiously as Harry stepped through Platform 9 and 3/4 for his third year at Hogwarts. He immediately Apparted home and told Petunia that Harry was safe. "Thank goodness," she said, flicking her wand. Instantly her hair was done. "Have you sent an owl to Dumbledore yet?" she asked.
Vernon shook his head. "We agreed that he would send me one when Harry arrived safely."
Petunia nodded and looked around at the tacky furniture and expensive items. She sighed and sat down. "Vernon, I still can't believe we agreed to this," she said gloomily. "I wish I could magic ourselves away to our real home, our magic home. I truly hate living like Muggles!"
Vernon sat down next to his wife. "Honey, we both know we are doing this for one reason and one reason alone." He gave her a long look and got up.
Petunia's eyes filled with tears. "I know we're doing this for her. I miss her so much. I miss all three of them."
Vernon looked away. He walked up the stairs. "There's work to be done for the Muggle company I work for," he said gruffly.
Petunia nodded. "I should go write a letter to Dudley. He will need to be reassured Harry is safe."
"Right," said Vernon. "Well, we'll soon get that owl from Albus."
They proceeded to go about their daily life in the Muggle world as best they could.
Later that night, Harry and Ron were in their dorm talking about the dementors that had climbed into their compartment.
"Are you scared, Harry," asked Ron. "About the dementors, I mean. They're really creepy."
"I know," replied Harry. "But I'd much rather be here then with the Dursleys!" He shuddered. They are so cruel. AI wish I could live at Hogwarts all the time!"
Ron was amazed. As much as he liked Hogwarts he couldn't imagine living there all the time. "Are the Dursleys really that bad," he asked.
Harry nodded. "Worse."
Ron said brightly, "I know! You can come stay with us again next summer!"
Harry sighed. "I can't. Dumbledore said I was safer at Privet Drive, for some strange reason."
Ron yanked on his pajamas. "Well, g'night then," he said, climbing into bed.
Harry climbed in his bed. "Good night."
The next morning Petunia Dursley was up at dawn. She couldn't sleep; she was to frightened about the owl Albus had sent. "Imagine," she said aloud. "Dementors at Hogwarts! I've never heard the like!" She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down to read The Daily Prophet. When she read an article, (by some witch named Rita Skeeter) about Sirius Black, she dropped the newspaper, conjured up and owl, a quill, and a piece of parchment, and sat down to write Dumbledore a serious letter (A/N: No pun intended).
Dear Professor Albus Dumbledore,
It comes to my attention that Sirius Black is indeed at large and searching for Harry. Although I knew he had broken out of Azcaban, (Muggle news is good for something) I was not aware he was last sighted so near Hogwarts! Please keep an even tighter watch on Harry, and keep us informed on any developments. You know that Vernon, Dudley and I would be honored to help in any way.
Yours Cordially,
Petunia Rose Dursley
Petunia smiled at her work. She enjoyed the feel of the quill between her fingers. Vernon always said that they should act totally like Muggles. She hadn't held a quill in her hand for over a decade. She smiled and became lost in memories. Memories of before. Memories of good times. Memories of, her. Her eyes filled with tears.
Quickly composing herself, Petunia cast a code spell over the parchment. The letter now read:
Dear Doctor Max Smith,
It comes to my attention that Didi Jones, my dear sister, is still in the hospital and searching for her health. Although I knew she had broken her arm and collarbone, I was not aware she was last treated so near last month! Please keep an even tighter watch on Didi, and keep me informed on any developments. You know I would be glad to come and take her home.
Yours Cordially,
Polly Roslyn Jones
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Petunia immediately sent the owl, know that Dumbledore would cast the necessary spell to read the coded message. She climbed the stairs and went back to bed.