AU: okay so I found it was about time that I wrote a story which was a bit longer. So me and a friend known on fanfiction as Darth Oddish decided we would both write a story which was longer. I have the entire story figured out yet…!!15 chapters!!...but if you have any ideas…please let me know!
There he stood, slightly taller, hair even messier…if that was at all possible and more like a grown up. But still, entering that door, walking through that hall, that was the most difficult thing anyone could do. Because if he walked in there, it would mean his life as he knew it was over, and the life he came to hate would start again. Yes, if he walked in there…he would be with the Dursley's again.
The end of the school year should be something people look forward to…but not to Harry. To Harry it was the point of the year that he hated with every part of him. Of course Hermione promised to write and Ron promised to get him out sooner then the vacation was over. But until that moment came…he would still be here.
He realized that it was stupid to wait outside like some kid who knew he would get into trouble upon seeing his parents. So he took the rang the doorbell. It took awhile before he saw the face he tried so hard to forget the past year.
"School over already boy?" Uncle Vernon looked at him with his usual sneering face, and some traces of breakfast still lingering in his beard.
"Yes, I was disappointed too." Harry mumbled to his uncle, while entering the house. He looked around for a few moments, nothing had changed. Except the frame with a picture of his cousin, which changed every year. And every year the picture in it got bigger and uglier.
Uncle Vernon had left him alone in the hall, and joined his family. Harry could clearly overhear his uncle saying that the brat was back. After that he heard his cousin complaining about Harry having his second bedroom. For a moment Harry smiled, absolutely nothing changed. Then he remembered that wasn't such a good thing and tilted his suitcase up the stairs.
He threw his suitcase on the floor in his small bedroom. Hedwig found his old spot on a table near the bed in his room. He took out a parchment and a feather of his suitcase. He promised to write Hermione after arriving back "home". Because according to her, it would take his mind of the fact that he was no longer at school. He tried to convince her that nothing could take his mind off that, but hey, good luck trying to convince her of anything.
He was in the middle of his not so extensive letter to Hermione when he heard the obvious sounds of his cousin storming up the stairs. Why those stairs haven't given out just yet he just couldn't understand. They should have came falling down a long time ago. And just as he expected not long after those sounds his door was slammed open.
"So you're back?" Dudley was looking more and more like his father, and obviously never heard of a toothbrush, because those teeth were just out of control.
"What gives?" Harry looked back at his cousin, who now had a surprised look on his face. The boy hadn't much going for him, ugly and as stupid as the back end of a pig…sense the irony there.
"What do you mean, what gives? You give…you're here…so…HUH? You're confusing me!" Harry smiled upon seeing the now even more confused look on his face. That was priceless. He guessed he in fact did like some things about being back "home".
"Don't smile like that at me! I can't stand that! Is that something they teach you at that stupid school of yours?" At that moment he knew he had gone to far. And before Harry could say anything, he yelped out of his room. Leaving Harry to his letter.
Dudley just ran out of my room…I swear they are sending him to a stupid school! Every time I see him, he achieved the next level of stupidness.
Of course there was one more member of this great family of his that he hadn't seen. And that would soon come back to bite him in the you know what. Not even a half hour later a high pitched, incredibly enjoying sound came to his ears. He decided it would be better to go downstairs and greet his aunt, because if she kept this volume up, he would for sure be deaf for the rest of his life.
He walked downstairs, suddenly realizing that he hadn't changed out of the Hogwarts robes…that probably wouldn't work in his advantage. When it came to aunt Petunia anything Hogwarts related could better stay out of her sight. She was worse then Uncle Vernon or Dudley. Harry figured it was just because she was jealous of his mother for getting into Hogwarts, and she being left out. But no matter what the reason might have been, him in those robes…bye bye hearing ability.
Aunt Petunia was standing in the hall, waiting for Harry to come downstairs. Her pointy nose standing out and her eyes looking like she hadn't slept for a really long time.
"Hi aunt Petunia." Harry decided he might try to be kind at first, before storming back up to his room and wanting to get the summer over with.
"So after being in my house for over an hour you finally decided to say hi to the person who took you in and raised you?" Her voice lingering over the my, in my house way to long.
"Yeah, that was in polite of me, how about you somehow build a time machine, treat me the same way as you treated that pig of a son of yours, and you'll be the first person I great after a time away from this house." Aunt Petunia turned as red as a few of the tomatoes lying in the kitchen. He knew he had gone a bit too far. But what would you have expected, they treated him like dirt and this would be his last summer in this house. Because this summer he would turn 17. Finally being an adult. But all of that, still wouldn't get him out of this suddenly very awkward conversation.
"You inconsiderate, impolite, scrawny, little brat." The words came spewing out of her mouth. Followed by an other long line of not so nice things to say about the-boy-who-will-soon-be-killed-by-his-own-aunt.
But suddenly she seemed to calm down a bit, and glared at him for a little while. Finally she shrugged looked down for an other little while. When she looked back up he eyes were no longer spewing fire, but looked tired.
"Just go to your room, but do realize, we gave up a lot more to take you in then you could possibly realize! You'll thank us one day." This tone in his aunts voice he had never heard again. It had him worried for a few seconds, and then realized all of the years of agony he had endured while being here.
"I'm sorry, I should have said hi, and keep things…formal." Harry replied to his aunt, after saying this his aunt turned back to go into the living room. He had no business staying there on the stairs and walked back to his room to finish the letter to Hermione. She by the way was totally wrong, writing a letter didn't help him at all with focusing on something else, it was just a burden along with all of the "fun" times back "home".
That first day back is always the worst. He had to adjust to being nothing again. To have no one to talk to anymore, no one to trust. But strangely it was also the day he found a sort of peace. It was the only place where no one reminded him that he had to kill the most feared wizard of all times. The only place where people weren't always trying to find out something about the-boy-who-lived to use it against him. And most of all, a place where he felt he couldn't disappoint anyone. Of course he couldn't tell anyone this…ever.
AU: question: in the book, you never read that Harry's uncle or aunt come and pick him up from platform 9 ¾ right? So I assume he takes a train or something…but after that. Does he ring the bell or does he has a key? NO CLUE!!! At first in the story I wrote: "He realized that it was stupid to wait outside like some kid who knew he would get into trouble upon seeing his parents. So he turned the doorknob and walked in." But it just seemed silly that they would leave the door unlocked, but it would seem even worse if he had the key. So he rang the doorbell. Anyways…
