A/N: This is a sequel of sorts to A Second Chance For Petunia. This gave me further ideas for future stories but I cannot offer even a guess as to when any of those will make an appearance. As always, I do not claim ownership of Harry Potter, and in this case Star Wars, and no copyright infringement is intended. I write for my own enjoyment and when I'm supposed to be doing other things, like studying for the GRE.

Thank you to the reviewers who asked what would happen when Petunia told Vernon about their new lifestyle and the loss of Dudley. I admit, part of me would like to see Petunia in a redeeming light but I'm not fond of the character so attempting to write her as a loving parent is challenging. Any typing/spelling/grammar errors are my own.

Telling Vernon

Telling Vernon was another story. Plus, Petunia had to plan a funeral for her beloved Dudley. She still couldn't believe he was gone while Harry lived on. She could not wallow in sadness because she had another child looking to her for comfort. Yet Petunia resented Harry for breathing. If it hadn't been for him, her precious baby would be alive! But that Dumbledore character said she owed her own life to her scrawny six-year old nephew. He saved her, despite her past cruelty.

Harry seemed haunted and really confused about her change in attitude. He was exhausted but could not understand why, even after the old man explained magic. His aunt said he used some sort of force in an attempt to save her and Dudley from the scary lady in a dressing gown. Harry was not sure what to think of this new power. He wondered if it was like the powers of the Jedi from Star Wars. It would be cool to be a Jedi. The Force sounded much cooler than plain old magic. Magic pulled rabbits out of hats, The Force sent people flying across rooms. Aunt Petunia shrugged when he'd asked, then asked how he'd seen Star Wars. Harry mumbled an answer and his aunt let it go.

Auror Proudfoot escorted Aunt Petunia and Harry back to Privet Drive. The Auror was assigned as a bodyguard to the family until at least after the funeral. Harry seemed wary but accepted his presence, as long as he kept his voice quiet and calm. The child was quite skittish, and while the aunt seemed very caring towards him, the Auror was suspicious about this being a new development.

In the house, Harry headed immediately for his cupboard. Petunia did not seem to notice. She began making calls and put the kettle on. After over three hours, she found a funeral home to accept Dudley, authorized the pick-up of his body from the hospital, selected a casket, and arranged a small memorial/burial service. All scheduled to occur at the end of week.

The sound of a car engine cutting off was her only warning of Vernon's impending entrance into the house. Petunia unsuccessfully attempted to mop up her face but the tears kept flowing. Vernon entered the house with a bang as he threw open the door. Catching sight of his wife, he moved more quickly.

"Petunia! Where have you been? It's been two days! You weren't here when I got home from work. The car was gone and the boys were gone. Then you didn't return. None of the neighbors knew anything. The news reported some sort of mugging gone wrong at the grocery store with one dead, a few injured, and the attackers in custody, but they didn't release any details," said Vernon in a rush, waiting impatiently for answers. "Where's Dudley?"

"Dudley, Harry, and I were at the store during that incident. I, I was injured and taken to hospital. But Dudley, he's, well he's, he's..." Petunia choked on the words.

"He's what? Upstairs? He's in the hospital? Where is my son?"

"He's gone, Vernon. His memorial and burial are at the end of the week."

"... And the freak?"

"Here, in his cupboard."

"The freak did this. He's the reason my son is dead. He'll pay for this. Where is he?" Vernon's face darkened with each passing minute.

"Vernon no. It was an accident. The fr-Harry tried stopping the attack. He's the reason I'm here. The wizards explained it all at the hospital. The old fellow who wrote us the letter dropped with 15-month old Harry showed up and explained the situation. Harry now knows about magic. I don't think he understands."

Vernon did not look calmer. He stomped from the kitchen out into the hall. Arriving at the cupboard door, he pulled it open, reached in, and grabbed the boy by his hair, hauling him out. Harry made no noise as he peered up into his uncle's face.

"Freak! You killed my son! Now you'll pay for it!"

He landed two punches, and a couple kicks onto the boy's body before he felt himself frozen in place and dropped onto the floor. He could hear Petunia shrieking in the background but could not move from his position flat on his back. An intimidating face belonging to a large, fit, man appeared in his line of sight, as the man knelt next to him.

"You will not raise a fist or foot in violence against this boy. Are you calm enough to speak? Blink twice."

Vernon hurriedly blinked twice. Immediately he could move and speak. He quickly sat up, only to be met with a restraining hand against his chest.

"What is the meaning of this? Who are you? Why are you in my house?"

"My name is Auror Proudfoot. I am assigned to protect your family for the next several weeks. I will not allow you to harm this innocent child. If he remains in your care, you and your wife will treat him like a valued member of the family."

"Take him. He killed my son therefore he deserves to die," snarled Vernon.

"The boy stays Vernon. We can treat him like a son and he'll grow up strong. He didn't kill Dudders. We can still be a family," pleaded Petunia.

"Fine. The boy stays. But he stays out of my way and sight at all times. If it does not work, we will send him away to be with the other freaks."

The Auror moved away from Vernon. He checked the small child for injuries. He detected a cracked rib and a few bruises. The bruises would heal with time but he could not ignore the rib. He gently coaxed the small boy into taking a swallow from one small bottle and two from another. Harry made horrible faces in response to the bitter liquids but did as he was told.

Vernon glared at the Auror before returning to the kitchen. Petunia hurriedly followed, leaving the Auror alone with Harry. Harry seemed resigned to this and wiped his face on his sleeve before moving back towards his cupboard. A firm hand on his shoulder halted his progress. Harry turned and looked up at the Auror.

"You are safe. I will protect you as long as I can, even if it means taking you away from here."

Harry's carefree smile and relaxed posture were all the Auror needed to see to realize he said the correct words to the worried youngster. The Auror watched Harry enter the cupboard and shut the door, before moving back into the shadows. He would be paying extra attention to how the boy's aunt and uncle behaved towards the small boy over the next few weeks.