The Genesis – Chapter 1
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling
Vernon Dursley was irate, venting off steam in the kitchen by inhaling an inhuman amount of pastries savagely.
Petunia paced around her dining room furiously. The wrinkled clothes and neglected hair were unbecoming of a woman such as herself, but Petunia Dursley was facing a dilemma with the brat her sister had left in her doorstep. A freak! Just like Lily and that miserable Potter, and that barmy man had the audacity to threaten her to raise the brat!
Jealously is a vicious thing, but one must not forget the other side. The greater the jealously the greater the yearning for the subject. Petunia had always been jealous of Lily; she had brains, beauty, pose, delicacy, the love of her parents, and strength. And, of course, that blasted magic that took her away.
The week henceforth the incident had thrown the Dursley household in disarray. Nights, long after the neighbors were asleep, were filled with loud declarations of indignation and injustice. Little Dudley (under loving parents' eyes) even missed some of his cuddle and attention sessions. As for Harry...he was only changed or fed when the smell became particularly miasmic, or the cries too unendurable
Petunia abruptly stopped the abuse on her carpet and sank hopelessly in a sofa.
In the basket in the corner of the room, baby Harry was perplexed at the lady. She felt miserable, baby senses probing the gloomy aura. Thus he meticulously crawled towards her. Grabbing the hem of her skirt with his chubby hands, he pulled. Startled, Petunia looked down to meet the brightest and most innocent green eyes. "Pwety, " the baby uttered.
A single word...a single spark ignited...A light illuminated one of the most guarded, forgotten, buried, memories of her life...
"Pwety"... just as Lily used to call her when she was this age, back in the time when Petunia was excited at a little sister. She was going to protect Lily and teach her all she knew...
"Oh Lily," she wailed. The death of her little sister finally registered, not the perfect magical Lily, but little sister Lily whom she unconditionally loved. Looking down to the expecting gaze of the toddler, the barriers she had erected to protect herself melted as if, she dare say, by magic.
"Come here, Harry." she kindly cooed, picking him up. "I'm going to raise you into an upstanding citizen." Baby Harry continued to smile adorably, while attending the 2nd most important business of his short life. A cautious sniff. "I guess it'll have to wait until you are clean." She settled lightly, a great weight lifting off her chest.
Five year old Harry was the proud owner of the 3rd biggest room of No. 4, Privet Drive. The room was filled with a tangible amount of toys and gadgets, not a even a small dent to Dudley's collection, but a collection nonetheless. Vernon always made a show of gifting Dudley 10 toys for every 1 Petunia gave Harry.
Harry Potter, however, was currently sitting cross-legged on his bed, paled-faced and saddened. The door opened with a bang.
"Their fightin again!" Complained hysterically one pudgy-faced boy.
" I know," was all the scrawny kid could say.
The screams from the wall up front crescendoed.
"VERNON!" she screeched
"I do NOT want that freak anywhere near this family! He and his freakishness can go to hell for all I care!"
" HE is my nephew, you dunce! A boy, just like our Dudleykins!
"Don't compare that monster to my Dudley!" A point accentuated by punching the wall.
Poor Harry could not take it anymore, he sprang up and ran past his cousin to a place of better asylum. The loo's walls were better reinforced, better suited for blocking outside noises. Dudley followed to this middle room.
"This is all your fault! Y-you freak!" Screamed the boy as he shoved Harry forwards. The momentum and gravity brought Harry's arse in contact with the cold tile floor, and watched wide-eyed as his cousin turned back and slammed the bathroom door behind himself. A twin slam from the top-leftmost room soon followed.
Harry hugged his knees to his chest, crying silently as the muffled screams from the master bedroom continued well past the night. I can't ever do anything right...
A/n: First chapter! Yay!
This is my first fanfic so please be kind. Any review is gladly accepted. In fact, please criticize my writing so I can become better!
Chapter 2 will be longer. I felt these two snippets would be ruined if I added more. The length of chapters will gradually increase as we get closer to Hogwarts.