Edited 07/07/17
I think we all know that I don't own Harry Potter.
Chapter 1: Privet Drive's New Resident.
Janelle Gracie Bannister was eleven years old, the only child to old William and Gwen Bannister, and at the current moment, bored.
She sat boredly on her bottom on the driveway to her house, to which she boredly had her elbows propped up on her boredly bent knees, her face lazily cupped in her glove-covered palms, boredly. She sighed dramatically.
Privet Drive didn't have many children, not any that were her age at least. If anything, everyone was a baby! A one-year old or a two-year old, just a little bumbling and babbling ball of happy toddler. In fact, her neighbours – the Dursley's – had their own little babe, a pale, chubby little thing named Dudley with many rolls and tufts of thick blonde hair. He was cute, she guessed, if a bit of a lazy baby. But then again, he was only, what, half a year old? Five, six months? She'd only seen him a few times, and he was still too young to be able to be babysat by an eleven-year-old liker herself, as she did for a lot of the little legged children that toddled on Privet Drive.
Turning to her right she could see them right now, fat Mr. Dursley sitting in his car parked in the driveway, thick fingers curled around the wheel visible through the tainted windows. Mrs. Dursley was rounding the back of the car, baby in her arms and an almost disgusted look on her narrowed face. It was only after blatantly staring for the few seconds it took Mrs. Dursley to rip open the car door did Janelle realise that the babe in those bony arms wasn't little Dudley.
Janelle watched astounded as she tried to figure if maybe she'd missed the fact that Mrs. Dursley had given birth to two little babies instead of one. It... was entirely possible, Janelle knew how much the two Dursley adults coddled and bragged about their little blonde boy and nothing else. She probably zoned out when they cooed about their darked haired boy.
Mrs. Dursely was still holding the little boy, bent over and wrestling with the seatbelts, as for some reason it didn't look like they'd had another baby booster. Her forehead crinkled. Now that wasn't right at all. Janelle cupped her hands around her mouth, mind still whirling, and called out, "Mrs Dursely! I didn't know you had another baby! When did that happen?!"
Mrs. Dursely jumped up in fright, letting out shriek of pain when her head hit the ceiling of their car. She trotted out from the car on her heels, a hand gone to rub her head through her perfectly curled blonde hair. Janelle hid her surprised grin when the woman turned to her, a pleasant yet tense looking smile on her face. She gave a 'one moment' motion with her hand to Mr. Dursely when he'd pressed his large nose against the door window and walked the short distance between the two driveways.
"Don't you think it's a little too cold to be out and about Janelle?" was the first thing Mrs. Dursley said. Janelle wasn't surprised, it was snowing, after all.
"No Mrs. Dursley. I was bored, thought I'd have some fun while the snow lasted." said Janelle, standing up and wiping the cold from her thick, frilly skirt.
Mrs. Dursely sighed, seemingly forgetting the question that had called her over 6 Privet Drive. "Darling you know you'll catch a cold out in this weather, wouldn't you rather drink some hot chocolate and read a book?"
Mrs. Dursley was an alright woman, when she wasn't bragging about her 'darling little boy'. A bit snobbish at times, and tended to get snappish when she was irritated, but alright. She was even a little bit motherly at times, like now for instance, clearly trying to distract Janelle with those particular tendencies.
Not that it would work, considering the black haired little babe in her arms.
"Who's that?" Janelle asked, tippy-toeing to get a better look at the thickly clothed bundle.
Mrs. Dursley pursed her lips. "Harry... Harry Potter, he was my sister's son." her voice sounded slightly off as she said this.
Janelle poked the blanket lightly, lips upturning when it crinkled to the side to reveal a chubby, pale face and squinty eyes. "Was?"
"She'd died recently." Mrs. Dursley cleared her throat, looking uncomfortable. "A car crash. So little Harry was given to us to take care of."
"Oh-oh. I'm sorry Mrs. Dursley, I hope you feel better soon. He's a cute one." Janelle said, shoulders hunching slightly inwards, feeling guilty about bringing her dead sister up.
Mrs. Dursley shook her head, curls bouncing around. "No, no, it's quite alright," she sniffed. "We're taking him out today, to buy him some clothes that will fit him."
Janelle rubbed her neck uncertainly, and tried to pass off a cheery smile. "Well, have fun I guess. See you around Mrs. Dursley."
The older woman gave her a pursed smile and nod, waved her a goodbye and made her way back to the Dursley car where Mr. Dursley red with impatience.
Janelle watched as once everyone was buckled in, the car backed out of the driveway smoothly, if a slightly bit wobbly although it was almost unnoticeable, and drove off.
She sighed and shook her head, kicked a lump of snow, and made her way back up the driveway.
A cup of hot chocolate did sound rather good.