Not Slash - sorry - but I though an interesting concept. Hope that's not a problem. The seed is planted for the Dursley's to give Harry some respect.
Title: Respect
Author: boyblue
E-mail: ----
Disclaimers:
All characters, terms, names, trademarks, and settings, whether implied or stated, are the sole property of J.K. Rowlings with distribution and marketing rights held by Warner Brothers, and Scholastic, Inc publishing.
Spoilers: none - pure fiction
Date: 1/2/2002
Summary: A chance meeting in a department store plants the
seed for the Durley's gaining respect for Harry.
Warnings: Not really slash, more like a cool thought.
Archive: yes
Notes:
Not really slash, but I envison that there will be a time when the Dursley will have to give Harry some respect. This is just one scenario that could plant the seed for that to happen. Plus, I think another funny story, would be the Dursley's visiting the Leaky Cauldron.
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Respect [1/1]
The Dursley's were out shopping, it was time for Dudley to buy all new cloths. This was a fairly common occurance. Since Dudley gained weight so fast, he was constantly in need of new cloths. Although, this time it wasn't because Dudley had gotten wider, rather that Dudley had finally started to grow and was getting taller. Dudley didn't really need new cloths, he could have gotten by with what he had for a while longer, but Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia like to indulge Dudley, so they were happy to take him shopping. However, they were not happy to bring Harry along. They made it very clear that he was to expect nothing, and he was not to cause any trouble. Uncle Vernon had warned him sternly, that he would not tolerate even the slightest upset in Dudley day of shopping. If Harry even cause a floorboard to creak, he wouldn't see the outside of his room until he had grey hair.
Harry had heard it all before, for years Uncle Vernon had been pounding him with the same routine. Harry had in memorized. Truth was, Harry would have preferred to stay home, but the Dursleys didn't trust him. They were sure if they left him alone, there would be nothing left of their house but soot and cinders. Although, Harry had never done anything to justify those thoughts.
Harry was used to it, he just tagged along and stayed out of the way. He amused himself by chuckling under his breath, as nearly everything that fat Dudley tried on was too small.
"My stars, Mr. Potter", a voice called out. Harry didn't think this was a good sign. Only a wizard would call him Mr. Potter.
"Mr. Potter", the voice called out again. Harry and the Dursleys turn toward the voice. Uncle Vernon look decidedly displeased at the interuption.
"Tom, what are you doing here?", Harry said. He notice the expression on Tom's face drop slightly. "Oh, it good to see you Tom, very good to see you, but who's minding the store." It was Tom, the proprietor of the Leaky Cauldron.
"Mr. Potter, it is so good to see you again, You haven't stopped by in a long time. I'm here with my daughter and granddaughter. The little dear is growing so fast, I thought I better spend some time with her before she's all grown up. Although, I left the shop in the hand of my lazy good for nothing brother. He'll probably rob me blind and burn the place to the ground. Oh, I kid, he's not really that bad, I just worry about him. Oh well, it's a pleasant afternoon with my graddaughter."
Uncle Vernon was scowling. Harry thought that no good could come of this. "Who are you, and why do you keep calling my nephew Mr. Potter. His name is Harry."
"Ah yes, the name's Tom, proprietor of the Leaky Cauldron."
"Leaky Cauldron? What kind of place is that?", Uncle Vernon snorted.
"Oh, I run an inn in London.", Tom replied.
"An inn? Does it do well?", Uncle Vernon asks.
Great wizards, Uncle Vernon is talking to a wizard. Harry is desparately looking around the room, for anyone who might be willing to slap him in the face and wake him from this nightmare.
"Oh yes, hardly a person comes to London who doesn't stop at the Leaky Cauldron.", Tom assures Uncle Vernon.
'Nightmare, nightmare, ... someone, please, slap me now before it's too late', Harry mind cries out. Harry wondered if Uncle Vernon knew that Tom meant hardly a 'wizard person'.
Still looking very gruff, Uncle Vernon pulled back his shoulders and puffed out his chest. "Vernon Dursley, Grunning's Drill Company."
Great wizards, living and dead, Uncle Vernon is going to shake hands with a wizard. Apprently, Uncle Vernon put some stock in Tom being a sucessfull business man.
They shook hands in a very dignified business fashion. "He's just a boy, why do you call him Mr. Potter."
"Well, one must show the proper respect, of course. He is Harry Potter. ", Tom replied.
"Your a gentleman, he's just a kid?", Uncle Vernon, still not satisfied.
Tom chuckled and grinned, "He's Harry Potter." "Harry Potter!", Tom said with emphasis as if it were so simple even a child would know. "He's the most famous wizard in Britain."
"Famous? What do you mean famous? He's a boy.", Uncle Vernon asked seeming to grow quite irritated.
"He's a boy.", Tom is almost laughing now. "He's not 'a boy', he's THE boy. The boy who lived. He might even be the most famous wizard in the world. There isn't a man, woman, or child who doesn't know his story. I'm surprised he doesn't have his own action figure."
'Oh CRAP!' Harry thougth, 'that's all I need to make my miserable life complete, a Harry Potter action figure. CRAP! Where is Voldemort when I need him? Come on Voldemort, where are you? Curse me, kill me, turn me into a toad, just get me out of this nightmare.'
"Still sounds like nonsense to me." Uncle Vernon grumble.
"Mildred, Margret.... over heard .... I want to introduce you to someone.", Tom calls to a woman and girl over at the perfume counter. As the woman and girl walk over, Tom turned back to Harry and Uncle Vernon and said, "My daughter and granddaughter."
They stop along side Tom, and the shy little girl, about 6 years old, stays half hidden behind her mother. "Maggie, do you know who this is?"
OK, Harry knew the routine, he's been throught it a thousand times before. He figured he would make it easy and save a little time. Harry took his hand and lifted the hair off his forehead. The little girl was shocked, she hid completely behind her mother. She even pulled her mother's skirt out to the side to make sure she is completely hidden. Harry let his hair fall back on his face.
"Come on Maggie, don't be shy, he's my friend." Tom coaxes her. "Who is this gentleman?"
A little tuft of hair and an eye peek out from behind the skirt. "It's Harry Potter", the little girl says softly.
"Well, don't be shy, shake his hand." Tom coaxes. The little girl slowly crept out from behind her mother, her eyes fixed on the floor, she steps toward Harry. She looked up and extend her hand to Harry, "Hello, Mr. Potter".
"Hello, Maggie, a pleasure", Harry replied with a slight bow as he shook her hand. The littel girl immediately ran back and hid behind her mother, practically wrapping herself in her mother's skirt.
"Well, Mr. Potter, we must be on our way. Pleasure to see you again. We'll see you next time you're in London, I trust. And Mr. Dursley, a pleasure. If your ever in London, stop by for a butterbeer, or something stronger if your of mind."
Tom, his daughter and the little girl walked away. When they were about 20 feet away, the little girl started tugging on her mother's skirt, "Mom! Mom, did you see him? Did you see him? It was Harry Potter. I saw his scar. Look, he shook my hand." The little girl held up her hand. "Wait 'til everyone finds out." Tom turned back and smiled at Harry.
"Well Mr. Potter, I think you've wasted quite enough of our time. The days practically wasted. Come Petunia. Come Dudley. We can't waste our time standing here all day."
Harry couldn't help but feel a little smug as he trail along behind. Uncle Vernon called him 'Mr. Potter' to mock him, and there was a mocking tone is his voice. But Harry noted that the usual enthusiasm wasn't there. For the rest of the day, when ever Uncle Vernon spoke to him, he referred to him as 'Mr. Potter'. Uncle Vernon was still trying to mock him, but he noticed that as the day wore on, the mocking tone in Uncle Vernon voice decreased. Although, he was very sure that it wasn't intentional on Uncle Vernon's part.
The day ended, Dudley had his new cloths, and they were back at Uncle Vernon's car. As Harry was getting in, Uncle Vernon said, "Mr. Potter, I believe next time we're in London, we'll visit that gentleman's shop."
'OH! GREAT!' Harry thought, 'now there's another nightmare just waiting to happen.'
Title: Respect
Author: boyblue
E-mail: ----
Disclaimers:
All characters, terms, names, trademarks, and settings, whether implied or stated, are the sole property of J.K. Rowlings with distribution and marketing rights held by Warner Brothers, and Scholastic, Inc publishing.
Spoilers: none - pure fiction
Date: 1/2/2002
Summary: A chance meeting in a department store plants the
seed for the Durley's gaining respect for Harry.
Warnings: Not really slash, more like a cool thought.
Archive: yes
Notes:
Not really slash, but I envison that there will be a time when the Dursley will have to give Harry some respect. This is just one scenario that could plant the seed for that to happen. Plus, I think another funny story, would be the Dursley's visiting the Leaky Cauldron.
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Respect [1/1]
The Dursley's were out shopping, it was time for Dudley to buy all new cloths. This was a fairly common occurance. Since Dudley gained weight so fast, he was constantly in need of new cloths. Although, this time it wasn't because Dudley had gotten wider, rather that Dudley had finally started to grow and was getting taller. Dudley didn't really need new cloths, he could have gotten by with what he had for a while longer, but Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia like to indulge Dudley, so they were happy to take him shopping. However, they were not happy to bring Harry along. They made it very clear that he was to expect nothing, and he was not to cause any trouble. Uncle Vernon had warned him sternly, that he would not tolerate even the slightest upset in Dudley day of shopping. If Harry even cause a floorboard to creak, he wouldn't see the outside of his room until he had grey hair.
Harry had heard it all before, for years Uncle Vernon had been pounding him with the same routine. Harry had in memorized. Truth was, Harry would have preferred to stay home, but the Dursleys didn't trust him. They were sure if they left him alone, there would be nothing left of their house but soot and cinders. Although, Harry had never done anything to justify those thoughts.
Harry was used to it, he just tagged along and stayed out of the way. He amused himself by chuckling under his breath, as nearly everything that fat Dudley tried on was too small.
"My stars, Mr. Potter", a voice called out. Harry didn't think this was a good sign. Only a wizard would call him Mr. Potter.
"Mr. Potter", the voice called out again. Harry and the Dursleys turn toward the voice. Uncle Vernon look decidedly displeased at the interuption.
"Tom, what are you doing here?", Harry said. He notice the expression on Tom's face drop slightly. "Oh, it good to see you Tom, very good to see you, but who's minding the store." It was Tom, the proprietor of the Leaky Cauldron.
"Mr. Potter, it is so good to see you again, You haven't stopped by in a long time. I'm here with my daughter and granddaughter. The little dear is growing so fast, I thought I better spend some time with her before she's all grown up. Although, I left the shop in the hand of my lazy good for nothing brother. He'll probably rob me blind and burn the place to the ground. Oh, I kid, he's not really that bad, I just worry about him. Oh well, it's a pleasant afternoon with my graddaughter."
Uncle Vernon was scowling. Harry thought that no good could come of this. "Who are you, and why do you keep calling my nephew Mr. Potter. His name is Harry."
"Ah yes, the name's Tom, proprietor of the Leaky Cauldron."
"Leaky Cauldron? What kind of place is that?", Uncle Vernon snorted.
"Oh, I run an inn in London.", Tom replied.
"An inn? Does it do well?", Uncle Vernon asks.
Great wizards, Uncle Vernon is talking to a wizard. Harry is desparately looking around the room, for anyone who might be willing to slap him in the face and wake him from this nightmare.
"Oh yes, hardly a person comes to London who doesn't stop at the Leaky Cauldron.", Tom assures Uncle Vernon.
'Nightmare, nightmare, ... someone, please, slap me now before it's too late', Harry mind cries out. Harry wondered if Uncle Vernon knew that Tom meant hardly a 'wizard person'.
Still looking very gruff, Uncle Vernon pulled back his shoulders and puffed out his chest. "Vernon Dursley, Grunning's Drill Company."
Great wizards, living and dead, Uncle Vernon is going to shake hands with a wizard. Apprently, Uncle Vernon put some stock in Tom being a sucessfull business man.
They shook hands in a very dignified business fashion. "He's just a boy, why do you call him Mr. Potter."
"Well, one must show the proper respect, of course. He is Harry Potter. ", Tom replied.
"Your a gentleman, he's just a kid?", Uncle Vernon, still not satisfied.
Tom chuckled and grinned, "He's Harry Potter." "Harry Potter!", Tom said with emphasis as if it were so simple even a child would know. "He's the most famous wizard in Britain."
"Famous? What do you mean famous? He's a boy.", Uncle Vernon asked seeming to grow quite irritated.
"He's a boy.", Tom is almost laughing now. "He's not 'a boy', he's THE boy. The boy who lived. He might even be the most famous wizard in the world. There isn't a man, woman, or child who doesn't know his story. I'm surprised he doesn't have his own action figure."
'Oh CRAP!' Harry thougth, 'that's all I need to make my miserable life complete, a Harry Potter action figure. CRAP! Where is Voldemort when I need him? Come on Voldemort, where are you? Curse me, kill me, turn me into a toad, just get me out of this nightmare.'
"Still sounds like nonsense to me." Uncle Vernon grumble.
"Mildred, Margret.... over heard .... I want to introduce you to someone.", Tom calls to a woman and girl over at the perfume counter. As the woman and girl walk over, Tom turned back to Harry and Uncle Vernon and said, "My daughter and granddaughter."
They stop along side Tom, and the shy little girl, about 6 years old, stays half hidden behind her mother. "Maggie, do you know who this is?"
OK, Harry knew the routine, he's been throught it a thousand times before. He figured he would make it easy and save a little time. Harry took his hand and lifted the hair off his forehead. The little girl was shocked, she hid completely behind her mother. She even pulled her mother's skirt out to the side to make sure she is completely hidden. Harry let his hair fall back on his face.
"Come on Maggie, don't be shy, he's my friend." Tom coaxes her. "Who is this gentleman?"
A little tuft of hair and an eye peek out from behind the skirt. "It's Harry Potter", the little girl says softly.
"Well, don't be shy, shake his hand." Tom coaxes. The little girl slowly crept out from behind her mother, her eyes fixed on the floor, she steps toward Harry. She looked up and extend her hand to Harry, "Hello, Mr. Potter".
"Hello, Maggie, a pleasure", Harry replied with a slight bow as he shook her hand. The littel girl immediately ran back and hid behind her mother, practically wrapping herself in her mother's skirt.
"Well, Mr. Potter, we must be on our way. Pleasure to see you again. We'll see you next time you're in London, I trust. And Mr. Dursley, a pleasure. If your ever in London, stop by for a butterbeer, or something stronger if your of mind."
Tom, his daughter and the little girl walked away. When they were about 20 feet away, the little girl started tugging on her mother's skirt, "Mom! Mom, did you see him? Did you see him? It was Harry Potter. I saw his scar. Look, he shook my hand." The little girl held up her hand. "Wait 'til everyone finds out." Tom turned back and smiled at Harry.
"Well Mr. Potter, I think you've wasted quite enough of our time. The days practically wasted. Come Petunia. Come Dudley. We can't waste our time standing here all day."
Harry couldn't help but feel a little smug as he trail along behind. Uncle Vernon called him 'Mr. Potter' to mock him, and there was a mocking tone is his voice. But Harry noted that the usual enthusiasm wasn't there. For the rest of the day, when ever Uncle Vernon spoke to him, he referred to him as 'Mr. Potter'. Uncle Vernon was still trying to mock him, but he noticed that as the day wore on, the mocking tone in Uncle Vernon voice decreased. Although, he was very sure that it wasn't intentional on Uncle Vernon's part.
The day ended, Dudley had his new cloths, and they were back at Uncle Vernon's car. As Harry was getting in, Uncle Vernon said, "Mr. Potter, I believe next time we're in London, we'll visit that gentleman's shop."
'OH! GREAT!' Harry thought, 'now there's another nightmare just waiting to happen.'