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Make Expressly For You: Chapter 1
Author's Note- the Evans family were wizards, but they had produced only squibs for generations until Lily. So, if we follow that logic, Petunia is a squib, not a muggle. However, Dudley is a muggle because of his father. No magic is stupid enough to want to be with those two. XD (Ron basher, btw)
I was listening to Meatloaf's Bat Out Of Hell (I and II) when I wrote this, btw.
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There were only two things in life that Harry was sure to receive from the Dursley's- ignorance and hatred. This never really fazed the boy- on the contrary; it made him rather proud of his heritage. Harry sighed as he leaned out of the window of his small, second floor bedroom. After second year, when the twins had torn the bars out of the window, the Dursley's had never really tried to contain their wayward nephew/cousin; they just tried and succeed in keeping him hidden. Not that he minded- this meant he was able to do his homework, owl his friends, and have his overage wizard buddies in to entertain him.
"Boy!" called a strict voice he was entirely too familiar with, "Get that head of yours back in the house!" "Yes Aunt Petunia." he muttered as he withdrew the offending appendage. It was usually in his best interest to obey her, because she was his nicest relative. When she was pleased with him, she sometimes snuck him cake or other sweets that Vernon and Dudley denied him. She was, all in all, his favorite relative because she wasn't as harsh as she seemed, and it helped to have allies.
He turned around and viewed his room with distaste, resigned. He couldn't wait until the start of school, where he would be surrounded by his friends. Hell, even being near his enemies would be preferable to remaining with the Dursley's. It still amazed him to think that he had defeated Voldemort during the end of his sixth year- barely three months ago! As he flopped down on the bed, he wondered darkly what his relatives would think if they knew he was a murderer. Of course, no one had ever called him that, and no one was ever likely to, but still, that's what he was. He'd killed Death Eaters, including Bellatrix, Rudolpho, MacNair, Wormtail, and Lucious Malfoy, just to get to the Dark Lord. But of all those deaths, Malfoy's was only one that ever came back to haunt him.
flashback
There were screams echoing around the battlefield, from the throats of both dark and light wizards. Harry shouted 'Aveda Kedavra' at a masked Death Eater as he turned to look for Ginny. She was right behind him, nursing a broken arm and flinging 'Sectumsempra!' around, viciously. She caught him looking at her, and in a lull of the fight, yelled at him. 'Go and get Voldemort, Harry! We're getting crushed!' He watched as she turned from him to block a nasty curse, causing it to rebound on the sender. 'Go!'
He went.
As he drew further from the main battle, he ran past smaller, individual fights. He only helped if the light witch or wizard was losing, and only for a moment. Then he passed the one fight that he couldn't tear his eyes from. Lucious Malfoy was locked in battle with his son. Harry was shocked- wasn't Draco a dark wizard? The question flew from his mind as he saw Draco get hit with the only curse he hadn't dodged or countered. Harry watched as he screamed from the effects of the Crusiatus Curse, unable to help dropping to his knees.
'Poor little traitor, poor little boy' crooned Lucious. 'You can't win against me. How could you turn against your own father, and join the losing side?' He ended the curse, apparently interested in hearing Draco's response. The teen shuddered, hugging himself as tears streamed down his face.
Surprisingly, his voice was strong, though hoarse, as he replied. 'Because I know that you've already lost. You lost the second Harry Potter was born, and you didn't even know it. Your cause has been dead for years, and yet you still fight!'
Lucious' face had morphed into a mask of fury. 'You little whelp! You will pay for that!' He shouted a curse Harry couldn't hear, but he saw the shield Draco had erected. Lucious bore down, intent on killing his son, and Harry saw the shield flicker. He couldn't help it. He stepped from the trees behind which he'd been hiding, and uttered the killing curse.
He watched as the man froze, then toppled over. Watched as Draco cautiously emerged from his shielding. Draco looked up at him, and in that moment, all their years of hatred vanished. Draco nodded, and Harry returned the gesture. 'Go to the hospital wing. If they try to send you away, tell them that what I'm going to do to Voldemort will be a walk in the park compared to what I'll do to them.' Draco nodded again, and Harry turned and walked into the shadows.
He found Voldemort surrounded by Death Eaters. He chuckled, and said, 'Why, Tom, are you scared?' The …man in question turned to face him, sneering almost as well as a Malfoy. 'Why should I fear a little nuisance like you? You aren't even capable of casting the killing curse.' Harry sighed and said, 'Tom, Tom, Tom. Whatever will I do with you? You are forever underestimating me.'
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Harry jolted up with a gasp, trying to dispel the images his mind had conjured. He groaned and sat up on the edge of the bed, holding his head in his hands. He hadn't realized that simply thinking about the final battle would shake him up so much. He shivered as the breeze from his open window tickled the sweat the flashback had coaxed out of him. The hot temperature could not combat the chill that pervaded him. Unbidden, the rest of that fateful day rose to the surface of his mind, engulfing him.
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The Dark Lord laughed at him, and Harry had to struggle to keep from revealing what that did to his confidence. 'How could I ever underestimate you, you pathetic, weak half-blood? There is nothing you can do to save the world now, whelp.' his voice turned coaxing. 'Why don't you join me, Potter? Together we could rule.'
Harry laughed at Voldemort's little speech. 'Really, Tom, you know that won't work. It never does.' With a sudden spin, he pointed his wand at Narcissa Malfoy, and calmly cast the Imperio curse on her. As she grew rigid, he said, 'Go find the body of your husband, and of your son. That should give the Dark Lord enough proof of my capabilities.' She nodded her head and her voice sounded dead as she responded. 'Yes, my Lord.'
As she turned to go, Harry took advantage of the curse that still held her and whispered into her mind, :Disregard what I just told you. As soon as you are out of sight, I will release the curse. Draco should be in or on his way to the Hospital Wing. Go there and stay with him.:
Harry turned back to the assembled Death Eaters, and smiled when he saw their expressions. The Dark Lord was patently furious, but there was nothing he could do. Harry decided to taunt him some more. 'Oh, Tom, sorry. I didn't mean to steal one of you lackeys.' Voldemort growled, and the air shook as his power gathered around him. 'You are an insignificant annoyance, a trifle to be ignored.' Harry laugh. 'Careful, Tom, it sounds as though you are trying to convince yourself of that.' Without any warning, Harry blasted his power at Voldemort. The Dark Lord had been caught by surprise, and Harry was able to slip easily into the others mind. He'd remembered, from fifth year, that contact with Harry's mind gave the Dark Lord immense amounts of pain. He used this now to his advantage.
Shoving his way more deeply in, Harry whispered to Voldemort, :Tom, the reason you will never win is because you are afraid. You are afraid of death, of love, of pain. You shy from facing your fears, even though they are what would give you the greatest strength. But the thing that will hurt you the most is the weapon of your own forging. Me. You made me out of pain, and death and love, and I have embraced those things in ways you can not and will never be able to. And one more thing, Tom. I forgive you. I forgive you for killing my parents, for depriving me of the love they could have given to me over these past sixteen years. I forgive the pain you caused me by making it so I had to live with the Dursley's, who mistreated and malnourished me. I forgive you for killing my friends, my enemies, and people I didn't even know.:
Harry paused in his speech, the pain filled keening in his ears loud enough to shatter his eardrums. :Tom, remember me to my parents when you seen them. I hope your soul is wiped clean, so that when you are reborn, you can live a life full of the love I have experienced. I want you to be free.:
With that, Harry withdrew from Voldemort's head and uttered the killing curse to the wreck of a man writhing on the ground. When the spots cleared from his vision, Harry looked around to see Death Eaters laying on the ground, screaming and grabbing at their arms in agony. He could see the Dark Mark glowing, pulsing with an unnatural light. Too tired to care, he did what he was told to do when he defeated Voldemort. He cast gold sparks into the air, like the ones from the Triwizard Tournament. With a sigh, he sat down on the foliage to wait for someone to help him with the, admittedly incapacitated, Death Eaters.
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Harry looked up with unseeing eyes as he remembered the rest of that night. He'd been dead tired when the reinforcements had arrived, and had sat back and allowed the other Order members to deal with the havoc he'd created. He remembered someone picking him up and carrying him out of the forest and into the Hospital Wing. He vaguely remembered having his minor injuries seen to, then grousing and falling asleep. When he next woke up, it was to see Ron and Hermione sitting in chairs around his bed, quietly conversing.
He'd coughed and sat up, and they were all over him, crying and laughing. When things had calmed down, he asked them what had happened. They told him how, when the Death Eaters were starting to get the upper hand, they'd all fallen to the ground, screaming and clutching their arms. Hermione told him how everyone was sure Harry had had something to do with it, but they weren't sure what. Then when they'd seen the sparks go up, they were so relieved they ran straight into the forest, barely waiting for backup.
They'd seen him on the ground, and for a minute they were afraid that he was dead. But then Harry moved, and while the adults where rounding up the Death Eaters, Hermione and Ron had used a spell to bring him to the Hospital Wing. At that point Harry interrupted. "Hermione, have you seen Draco and Narcissa Malfoy in here?" Before she could answer, Ron curled his lip and said, "Sure, I saw them. Those Death Eaters were trying to sneak in here, but I saw them and cursed them. They're being held for questioning in the ward reserved for injured Death Eaters." Harry had felt his anger growing as Ron told his story, and when he was finished, exploded. "Ronald Bilius Weasley, I SENT THEM HERE!! I told them to come here to be treated for their wounds!" Snarling, he'd turned to Hermione and made her help him up. Walking out the door and leaving Ron there with a confused and angry expression on his face might not have been the best idea, but it had felt good at the time.
They had gotten to the holding cell just in time. There were Ministry officials there, waiting to enter, but when they saw Harry, they all tripped over their feet to get to him and shake his hand. "Harry, m'dear boy! You're finally up and about!" Fudge said jovially. He was ignored as Harry turned to the Aurors guarding the room. "I want to go in there." Harry told them. Being as it was Tonks and Shacklebolt, they had swiftly stepped aside. Ignoring the commotion behind them, Hermione and he had gone into the room. As she cast silencing spells and wards, Harry had approached the remaining Malfoy's. He'd blushed and, looking sideways at Narcissa, said "I hope you didn't mind me using the Imperious on you, Mrs. Malfoy."
Harry hadn't expected to hear her laugh. It had been tired, and hoarse, but it had still been a laugh. "Mr. Potter, trust me when I say that I did not mind it in the least. And I am and will be eternally grateful to you for telling me where my son was." He nodded, relieved that she hadn't been mad. Harry had turned to Draco, then and just raised his eyebrow. Draco had sniffed haughtily and informed him that, "Your Weasel was ever so informative with what we should do with our Death Eater selves. Although, he didn't take it well when we showed him that, no, in fact, we do not have Dark Marks, because, seriously, those things are horrendous, and then told him you told us to come up here. Honestly, that boy never was able to control his temper." Harry had started laughing then, and the other three had joined in.
Harry remembered that it had taken all of five minutes to clear the names of the two Malfoy's, due to his name and the fact that they had no Marks. He shifted on the bed, remembering the actions of Ron with amusement. The boy had been pissed, and had tried to take his anger out on Harry. That hadn't worked, because the Aurors had still been strung out. They had apologized later, saying they hadn't meant to hurt Ron, that it had been reflex.
The rest of the day had been full of conferences, with the whole of the wizarding community wanting to be reassured that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was really gone. And, of course, they wanted to be reassured that the remaining Malfoy's and Snape really had been on the right side. Harry, frustrated, had finally blown up at the reporters surrounding him. He remembered the shock on everyone's face when he'd told them that if they didn't believe him, he'd show them his memories, and if that didn't convince them, maybe they should have taken care of the Dark Lord by themselves. The reporters had backed down, ashamed and slightly afraid of the boy in front of them.
From there, he'd brought the Malfoy's and Snape to 12 Grimmauld Place, because all the Death Eaters who had escaped would be looking to kill the traitors to their cause. Harry had been surprised to learn that Narcissa had already known of the house, then realized he shouldn't have been. She was a Malfoy only by marriage, after all. Her maiden name was Black. After making sure that no one was likely to kill the former Death eaters, Harry, Draco, Hermione and Ron had gone back to school with enough time to take(and pass) their N.E.W.T.S. He'd become rather good friends with the remaining Slytherins, because they had always followed the lead of their Prince. Harry had been surprised to learn that Draco had been the one to convince his house mates that the Dark Lord was a dangerous old fool, and if they followed him, they were going to be killed.
Draco had lead the(quiet) revolt of his house against Voldemort, and had even convinced them to fight for the light, and not just be neutral. There were quite a lot of reports from light witches and wizards, telling of how the supposed Death Eaters had turned on their fellows and joined the light. It was a development that had the wizarding world in shock for weeks. This did, however, make it alright for their Hero to associate with his former enemies. He, Draco and Hermione had become good friends over the two weeks they had left in the school year. Ron had been, in essence, excommunicated due to his stupidity over the revelation of the Malfoy's loyalty.
The three of them had shared a carriage and a compartment with Pansy and Blaise, and when they go to the train station, Harry was the only one not going to 12 Grimmauld Place; he still was expected to go to his Aunt and Uncles house. He had fought against that decision, but had been overruled. If the Death Eaters were still trying to get the Malfoy's, then they were defiantly going to try to get to Harry. That's the only reason he was here. But the good thing was that he turned seventeen at midnight tonight, and then the next morning he would apparate to headquarters.
Harry was jolted out of the dream like state he'd been in when he heard the front door open, then slam closed. Great, he thought, Vernon's home. Opening his door a little, he heard the fat man roar at Petunia, "Why isn't my dinner ready?" and a sharp crack. Harry drew back, horrified. Vernon just smacked her! He had never even guessed that that had ever happened before. It just didn't seem possible- they had him to beat around, so why was he hitting his wife? He shut the door quietly, and went to sit on his bed. He felt anger build up inside of him, similar to what he'd felt before he killed Voldemort. But there was nothing he could do.
At least, not yet.
He spent the rest of the day in his room, by order of his uncle. Around ten that night, he heard the door to his room open, and saw a head peer around the corner. Aunt Petunia seemed surprised to see him still up, with the light on. As she came fully into the room, he saw that she had a plate of food in her hand. She shoved it at him, and said, "Here. Eat this. It's cold, but… why are your bags out?" she asked with surprise on her face. Harry took the plate from her and said "I'm turning seventeen tomorrow- that's the age of majority for wizarding kids. After my birthday, I can do magic legally. I'm leaving." Harry said, somewhat defiantly. His aunt mulled that little tidbit over, and then nodded. "Good. Get out of here." When she turned to go, Harry couldn't help but ask "Do you, do you want to come with me?"
There was surprise on her face when she turned around. "I don't think, no I can't…" as she trailed off, Harry said, "I heard what Vernon did to you when he got home tonight, Aunt Petunia. Please come with me?" She was conflicted, Harry could see that in her eyes. She opened her mouth to say something, but he cut her off, saying "I'm leaving at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. Just think about it, alright?" Petunia nodded, and then she left.
Harry couldn't believe what he had offered. Loath as he was to admit it, Aunt Petunia did mean a great deal to him, and he did love her. However, he wouldn't lie to himself- mostly it was because she was his mothers sister, but there was also the fact that she was the one who took care of him, made sure he ate, and ran interference between him and his cousin and uncle. He sighed. His decision would be made by his aunt. He had just offered her an out.
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The next morning, Harry levitated his bags and his school trunk down the stairs to the kitchen. He was surprised when he turned the corner and came face to face with Aunt Petunia. He waited as she stared at him, then up the stairs. When she opened her mouth, he was ready to hear her say that she wasn't coming, but was pleasantly suprised when she said "I'll come with you. But I didn't pack anything. I didn't want to chance waking Vernon up." Harry was ecstatic. He'd spent the entirety of the night before talking himself into really wanting his aunt to come with him, and it would have hurt if she decided not to come. He said "Don't worry about that; let me take care of it." Saying so, he placed his own bags on the floor and silencio'd his shoes. He turned and trotted up the stairs into his uncles room. Quietly, he cast the same spell around his uncle so he couldn't hear anything. Then, he said "Accio Aunt Petunia's clothing and luggage." As the requested items came to him, he used a spell to fold them neatly and place them into the bags.
After checking around and making sure he had everything, he turned and walked out of the room with the bags floating behind him. When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he said to his aunt, "Do you need anything else?" She shook her head, a little stunned by his use of magic. He nodded and shrunk the bags, placing them in his pockets. Summoning a piece of paper, he wrote down '12 Grimmauld Place' and handed it to his aunt. "Read and memorize that address." he said. As she did so, he fidgeted and twitched. When she looked up at him, he wouldn't meet her eyes as he asked the next question. "Do you, uh, do you want to get a divorce?" He managed to get out. Her eyes widened in shock, but then she nodded, determinedly. "Yes. Yes I do." Harry let out a sigh of relief and said. "Good. I know a witch who works in a muggle law firm. We can go there now, if you want." Petunia nodded again. She had made her decision, and now she was sticking to it.
"Alright. Hold my hand?" he asked shyly. She raised an eyebrow at him, looking suspiciously like Draco, but held her hand out. He grabbed it and apparated them to the law offices of Widget, Migdean, Colby and Fax. He wrapped a steadying arm around her as she tried to regain her lost balance. "What was that?" she asked in a rather calm voice. Harry smiled sheepishly at her and said "It's a spell that allows instantaneous transportation. You okay?" He asked, concerned. Petunia, having gotten her balance back, said, "Yes. Shall we?" He looked at her once more, then shrugged and opened the door. The secretary looked up, whatever she had been about to say dying on her lips. "Mr. Potter! Oh, please come in! How can I help you?" He smiled at her and said "Good morning. Can I speak to Mrs. Widget, please?" The secretary jumped out of her seat and, as she left, said over her shoulder, "Just give me one moment, Mr. Potter." Harry turned to his aunt to see her giving him an odd look.
But before she could say anything, the secretary came back, followed by a short, severe looking woman in a business suit. She smiled when she saw him, though, and Harry smiled back and offered a hand. "Celeste, how are you? And how's Aaron?" The woman, Celeste, shook his hand as she replied. "Aaron is fine- she's going to be mad when I tell her I saw you before school started, though. Now, what can I do for you?" she asked as she led them to her office. Taking his seat, Harry replied "You can't do anything for me, but for my aunt…" he trailed off. He wasn't sure how Aunt Petunia would take it if he told a stranger she wanted a divorce. That didn't seem to faze her, though, she looked at the woman in front of her and said, "My name is Petunia Dursley, and I want to get a divorce."
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They emerged from the office a couple hours later, with the promise of a speedy process. Harry looked over at his aunt, and watched her inhale. "Aunt Petunia," he started, "what do you want to do now?" He watched her smiled, and say, "I don't know; what were you planning on doing when you left?" Harry smiled back at her. It was nice to see her smile- she hadn't done it very often before. "Well, I was planning on going to that address I showed you before, but if you don't want to, then we can do whatever." Petunia looked thoughtful. "Well, I have a couple of questions I'd like to ask you." Harry shook his head, indicating she should go on. Petunia walked for a bit before she turned back to him. "I was wondering why that woman in the law office was so happy to see you, and why you knew the lawyer."
Harry grimaced. He should have see that question coming. "Celeste's daughter, Aaron, goes to Hogwarts. She's going into second year, I'm going into seventh. I'm teaching her how to play a wizarding sport called Quidditch." He looked at his aunt to see what her reaction was to that part of the response- she only looked interested, so he continued. "The woman in the office, uh, I'm not going to tell you about. You can ask someone else." Harry hoped he hadn't offended her with that response. "Okay." came his aunt's thoughtful reply. "Well, I can ask you the rest of the questions later." she said. "Lets go to this place." He smiled at her, relieved she was dropping it for the moment.
He held his hand out to her again, and she took it with a sigh. Smiling, he apparated them to across the street from 12 Grimmauld Place. He watched with amusement as his aunts eyes widened with shock as she saw the house appear from between two others. Making a grand gesture, he bowed and said, "Welcome to 12 Grimmauld Place, home of the Order of the Phoenix."
They crossed the street and Harry took out a key. Sending Petunia a bracing smile, he inserted the key and opened the door. He could here the loud noises from the kitchen waft through the door frame, and he turned to his aunt, beckoning to her. She walked in, and as she took off her coat, she asked "Are there other people here, Harry?" He smiled a little sheepishly at her- he'd forgotten everyone was waiting for him. Hanging up her coat, he said, "Well, I forgot they'd be here. Come on, let me introduce you to everyone." Without waiting for her response, he took her by the hand and led her to the kitchen, where it seemed everyone was gathered.
Popping his head in, he said, "Hey guys!" That made everyone whip their heads around to look at him, and they all started talking at the same time. "Hey, calm down. There's someone I want to introduce you to." That got their attention, and Hermione said, "Who?" Smiling, he drew Aunt Petunia into the kitchen. "Everyone," he began, "this is my Aunt, Petunia Evans." The look on all their faces was priceless. Some looked shocked, others indignant, and still others looked like they couldn't be bothered(Draco). He turned to her and started pointing people out. "This is Tonks, Remus and Teddy Lupin, Remus is a professor , Professor Severus Snape, he teaches potions at Hogwarts, Sirius Black, this is his house and he's my godfather, Arthur and Molloy Weasley, and their kids Fred, George, Ginny and Percy, Hermione Granger, my best friend, Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson, and Narcissa and Draco Malfoy."
Everyone had nodded and smiled at Petunia, but before Harry could say anything else, Sirius said "Tunie? What are you doing here?" Harry watched as his aunt drew herself up and said, "I was invited, Black, by my nephew." Harry intervened before anything else could be said. "Mrs. Weasley, Mrs. Malfoy, do you think you could show my aunt around the house?" The two women smiled and started talking to Petunia, taking her out of the kitchen.
Harry waited until they were safely gone before he rounded on his godfather. "Do you have a problem with my aunt being here, Sirius?" he asked through clenched teeth. "No, I'm just confused because I thought you hated her. And I was surprised to see her in the house. How did you talk her into coming, much less get her to see the house?" Sirius asked as he hopped up onto the counter. Harry felt himself calm down at the questions he was being asked.
Taking a seat, he motioned for everyone else to do so. Arthur and Percy wandered out, followed by Tonks and Teddy. Everyone else sat, or stood around the kitchen. Harry took a deep breathe and began answering. "No, I don't hate her. I just used to not like her. And she's here because I found out that Vernon beats her, so I asked her to come. The reason she could see the house is because the Evans' family were squibs until my mum, she's here to stay. At least until she has somewhere else to go." Blaise cleared his throat, and when Harry looked at him, he smiled hesitantly and asked "Why is this such a big deal? I mean, if she's Harry's family, then she should be welcome, right?" Hermione tackled that question. "The Dursley's haven't been the best thing for Harry over the years. They made him do all sorts of manual labor, and they underfed him." There was a general outcry at that. Draco from his corner of the kitchen, said "Potter, that sucks. And all these years I thought I was just kidding when I called you a house elf."
Everyone laughed at that. Fred (or George) spoke up. "It wasn't just that. Second year they had bars across his windows." The pureblood kids looked horrified at the thought, but before they could say anything, Harry butted in. "So, before everyone starts telling woe-is-me tales, I have something to say. Snape, Sirius, don't mess with her head. I know what you two were like to her growing up, and if you pull the same shit now that you did then, I'll hurt you." The kids in the room turned to look at the two adults. Snape looked at Harry with disdain. "I assure you, Potter, that I have outgrown my childhood. Black, on the other hand…" Harry laughed. Sirius was doing a 'what, me?' thing, and everyone started laughing.
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