Disclaimer: I do not own the harry Potter books. Miss J K Rowling owns the rights to em.
Title: Window Shopping
Chapter 1: Window Shopping
Rating : PG for the most part
Genre: General
Summary: A fanfiction in 100 chapters, each chapter is a different moment in the Harry Potter World. Inspired by ' Shikon No Go' an Inuyasha fanfiction which was inspired by ' Kendo No Go : A fanfic in 100 chapters'.
Notes: WARNIG these stories will range through all the books. So obvious spoilers will appear. I'll try to keep to each chapter with the same theme ( which will obviously have it's differences) and chapter titles as the fanfiction I'm basing ti off of but it's likely I will , more often that not, 'Harry Potter –If-y it.
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For as long as Harry could remember he was treated like a pimple on the face of the Dursley home. He got Hand me downs that wouldn't fit a full grown horse and he had never owned anything of his own.
Every year while his aunt Petunia went to buy Dudleys' new school clothes he stayed at home or he stayed with Mrs.Figg.
With one exception, it was almost exactly a year before his first trip to platform 9 ¾ . He trailed despondently behind Dudley as he consumed his neon Ice Cream cone with zeal.
He recalled Aunt Petunia's warning only because it stood out from all her previous warnings of 'don't you dare nick anything while you're here.'
She'd said ' the only shopping you are to do is Window shopping'.
For some reason it relieved Harry that she hadn't accused him of planning any criminal activities for the day. He was a little boy and most little boys want to feel accepted, most children want their family to accept them. Harry was no different no matter how horrible his family was.
Ahead of him Dudley moaned about a brain freeze. Harry stopped a few feet from them as Petunia tried to console Dudley as he stomped his feet and squealed.
It was always best to be out of the way when Dudley was kicking anything. "Harry."
He looked at his aunt's sharp face. "Yes." he said to show he was listening.
"You are to wait out here while Dudley and I across the street , do not move do not do anything." She instructed coldly.
Harry looked up at his Aunt and asked with surprising naiveté for somebody who'd lived with them for so long: "I am only to window shop, right Aunt Petunia?" he asked with complete seriousness.
For one moment Petunia didn't just see the eyes of her younger sister staring up at her from an unwelcome burden she saw Harry , and that frightened her more than the eyes of her long gone sister.
She turned around and walked swiftly across the street to buy Dudley a basket of hot chips for his Ice Cream headache.
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a/n: The title for this chapter was 'Dining table' but I wanted the title chapter for the story to be the first. Mostly because I hae an uncle who had a bit of a 'Petunia' complex with his children. He over indulges them and what little left of their personalities have suffered form it. The next chapter is going to be called ' Dark'. Don't worry there will be happy chapters and even romantic ones later on
