Hi! This is my first Harry Potter fic. I hope you'll like it. I'm really eager to know what you think about it.

" text " = out loud

' text ' = thoughts

Muggles at Hogwarts
by Salvia Tanima

Chapter one: The letter

"Harry Potter!" Vernon roared for the third time in the morning," The post is here. Go fetch it. Now!"
"Yes, uncle Vernon", came the obedient answer.

The spiky-haired boy quickly made his way to the entrance, carefully shutting the door leading to the kitchen. However if one listened
intently, word as "bastard", "kill", "murder", "avada kedavra" could still be made out . Luckily for Harry, the Dursley family didn't generally
pay too much attention to his rants. This morning in particular, Dudley's constant complaining took up most of Mr. and Mrs. Dursley's
attention.

"Harry got a bigger cake... it was ten, no a hundred times bigger than mine... Mooooom!", he complained, as if his parents had been the ones to
present Harry said cake.
"But pumpkin, this is not possible", Petunia tried to reason.
"It. Is!" Dudley howled, remembering his cake, "You. Have. To. Admit. It!"

At this, Petunia could only stare at her husband. And indeed she had every reason to. Dudley's last birthday cake had completely
taken over their dining room table. There was no way Harry's appetite could've outgrown Dudley's. In fact, Harry had decided to eat
his cake as quickly as possible, so naturally, neither Petunia, nor Vernon had seen it. His cousin, however, appeared to have an almost
magical radar when it came to sweets. Granted a magically enchanted plate sporting the text "Happy birthday Harry" along with the
signature "Love Padfoot", was rather hard to miss.

"Honey, we'll get you another one... promise... soon", Petunia soothed her son.
"How fat can one get?" Harry muttered under his breath, while reentering the kitchen.
"I heard that boy", his uncle menaced," And I'm warning you: try any kind of magic...", and he made a quite descriptive gesture.
"Yes, uncle Vernon", came the awaited answer.

Sorting through the mail, Vernon suddenly came to a halt, jumping out of his seat. He was pale and slightly shivering.

"We've received a letter from the blasted school of yours", he growled at Harry.
"YOU did?!" he stared at his uncle incredulously.
"If you've put a single toe out of line... your new home will be the basement", Vernon smirked utterly satisfied.

Harry could only stare, then swiftly close his eyes in despair.

' Please don't let it be from Snape ', he prayed ,' Anyone, but Snape!'

"NO!" Petunia's shrill cry made him open his eyes again," This is a nightmare!" she wailed, then pointed at Harry," I'm sure it is all
your doing. Just so you can torture us more!"
"Listen boy. I'd advise you to reconsider this attitude. It is after all, purely due to the goodness of our hearts that you're still
alive!" Vernon joined in.

Harry sincerely doubted this, but knew better than to vocalize his thoughts.

"What did I do?" he asked " I don't understand!"
"Don't play dumb because it's not working!" Petunia shrieked," Lily told you, didn't she?"

Harry was seriously considering suggesting a psychiatrist to his aunt, but refrained eventually.

"What should she have told me?" he asked instead meekly.
"About my stay at Hogwarts", Petunia squeaked to Harry and the others' shock," And Snape of all. Why Severus Snape?!" she
shrieked.
"C-could I please r-read the le-letter?" Harry asked, unable to maintain a steady voice.
"Here!" she tossed it into his hands.

The letter said:

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley,
We are all aware of the discomfort this letter will cause you, however we have not managed to come up with a different solution. Due to
recent events, we are forced to ask you to leave your home in Surrey, and temporarily move to the wizard village Roseville, where you
will be staying at a very competent wizard's place. For security reasons, his identity will be revealed to you at a later time.
At the end of the summer holiday we will ask you to move to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where said wizard
will be teaching. We would advise you to start packing right away, as we have already dispatched a teacher to escort you from
Surrey to Roseville.

Yours faithfully,
Albus Dumbledore

P.S. Your escort to your new place of residence is Severus Snape. Mr. Potter will be able to identify him.

Harry's mouth fell open. This was great! Spending the rest of the summer among wizards. Well there was still the fact that Snape was
the one to escort them, but as long as they weren't actually staying with him...

"Mommy, he's smiling!" Dudley whimpered.
"I knew it!" Petunia approached him, "But don't imagine that I'll sit still while you throw dungbombs at me again. And you can prank
Snape alone ".
"Don't worry, pranking Snape is not that high on my to do list" Harry retorted sarcastically," He picks on me enough as it is".
"Liar! You'll just ask Padfoot or as you sometimes call him, Snuffles-"
"How about Sirius?" Harry commented.
"- and that Moony guy-"
"I prefer professor Lupin".
"- and will go and prank that student... Snape".
"Aunt Petunia?" Harry eyed her carefully.
"What?"
"When exactly did you visit Hogwarts?"
"In Lily's seventh year, after our parents' death".
"But that was twenty years ago!"
"Don't speak to me like that!"
"But-"
"I'm warning you..."
"Yes, aunt Petunia", Harry eventually gave up," But I think we should pack. You know what happened when you refused
to let me attend Hogwarts", seeing their faces, Harry had to try hard to contain his laughter.

There was a firm knock on the front door, which caused everyone to tense.

"Dudley could you open it? " Petunia smiled, while unsuccessfully trying to squeeze her son's second TV into a trunk.
"Make Harry go. He's closer. I can't get through", Dudley decided after carefully analyzing his position, wondering how
he could possibly not get to the door in the most efficient way.
"Go and see who it is boy", Vernon ordered.
"Yes, uncle Vernon", Harry grumbled making his way to the door.

On reaching it, he drew in a sharp breath, praying that Snape would not decide to humiliate him in front of the Dursleys.
He slowly opened the door to reveal a tall, slender, black-haired man, with an extremely grumpy expression. Gulping audibly,
Harry stepped aside to let the older man in.

"Good afternoon professor Snape", he greeted, mustering as much courage as he could.
"I don't see anything good in it, Potter".

'Please don't embarrass me in front of my relatives', he pleaded mentally.

"Well, where are your relatives?" Snape looked around impatiently.
"They're getting ready in the kitchen".
"Harry Potter!" Vernon's unexpected roar startled the two," What have I- ", he was shocked to see the dark-robed man.

Harry, however had more pressing matters to attend to, than contemplating Snape's ability to scare people. Who should he
present whom, Deciding that Snape could do much more damage than his muggle relatives, he settled on the Hogwarts professor.

"This is my uncle Vernon Dursley", Harry began as Petunia and Dudley entered," and his harpy -erw- wife", he quickly corrected,
while Snape only raised an eyebrow, barely concealing a minute twitch of his lips," Petunia, and -", Harry paused, careful not to
let anything else slip," my cousin Dudley".

Inhaling deeply, Harry carefully peeked at Snape, but the professor's expression was unreadable.

"Uncle Vernon, aunt Petunia, Dudley, this is professor Severus Snape. He is teaching potions at Hogwarts", Harry made a slight
gesture towards his potions master.
"Petunia Evans... now Dursley", Snape's cold voice followed Harry's presentation," I believe we have met", a visible smirk formed on
his lips on seeing Petunia back away.
"Y-yes", she stuttered.
"Ready?" Snape's smirk widened.
"Yes... I-I guess so", Petunia hastily retreated into the kitchen.
"I would advise you to hurry up", the black-haired wizard whispered.

The train ride was short and pleasant, in Harry's opinion, and way too long and frightening, in the Dursleys' opinion. They had huddled
close to each other, eyes never leaving Snape. The potions master however, was more concerned with Harry, who chose to sit
closer to him, meaning as far away from the Dursleys as possible, without threatening to crawl into the professor's lap. Snape had
always thought Harry was happy with his relatives. But the boy appeared to prefer his closeness to that of his relatives, seemingly
studying the fourth year potions textbook of all things.

"Roseville", Snape announced, watching the Dursleys' hasty preparations amused.
"Where will we be staying, sir?" Harry asked.

Snape regarded him for a moment. It never occurred to him just how thin and pale the boy looked. Compared to him, Snape
considered himself a well-built, rosy-cheeked man.

"Somewhere where you'll be properly fed", he blurted out, before he realized.
"Excuse me?" Harry stared at him in disbelief.

Snape instantly pursed his lips together. A glance at the Dursleys however, made him smile. They were trembling all over, and Dudley
was cautiously touching his ample backside.

"Remus Lupin's cottage", he finally said, exiting the compartment.

Harry stared after him for a while, then pulling his trunk with one hand and holding Hedwig's cage with the other, he quickly dashed
out after Snape. The Dursleys, even if unpleasantly, decided to follow Harry, dragging their suitcases behind.

Dragging his trunk close behind, Harry stepped off the train, only to be met with a station similar to that of Hogsmeade. Suddenly
a cheerful voice made him aware of some commotion on the otherwise deserted platform.

"Extra, extra! All about the trial of Peter Pettigrew, the man who betrayed Sirius Black! Extra, extra!" a small boy appeared at the far
end of the station.
"Hey! Over here!" Harry waved his hands frantically.

The boy happily jogged over, patiently waiting for Harry to pay.

"My! I'd never thought there would be someone who didn't know about it", the boy said while handing the newspaper to Harry, who
quickly began to read it.

Vernon and Petunia finally managed to reach the platform, noisily dropping their luggage on the ground. After making sure Snape was
nowhere to be seen, Vernon purposefully strolled over to Harry, who was still engrossed in the newspaper.

"I'm honestly going to beat you up boy", he shouted.
"Shut up!" Harry snapped, turning his head sharply, thus revealing his scar.

The newspaper delivery boy had been amused by Harry's eagerness. After all, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew's trial had been the headline for the "Daily
Prophet" for half a month now. When he noticed Harry' scar, his amusement turned into excitement.

"My GOD! You're Harry Potter! " he exclaimed.
"Er... yes", Harry looked back embarrassed.
"I'm sure you're overjoyed. Peter Pettigrew, who betrayed your parents, is finally captured... You knew... and Fudge didn't believe
you", the delivery boy was shaking Harry's hand enthusiastically,"... Sirius Black declared it".
"Listen boy", Vernon once again approached him, albeit not shouting," I don't want your friend interfering with this".
"Actually we've never met before", Harry replied smirking.
"Nice try-", Vernon glared at his newphew.
"You don't know?! Harry Potter is famous! He's defeated the Dark Lord fourteen year ago. Will you do it now too?" the boy
enlightened Vernon all excited.
"Err... I... actually"
"No. He's going to have a peaceful summer holiday now", a familiar voice, from behind answered.

Turning around, Harry was met with a pair of deep blue eyes, which proved to be that of his beloved godfather.

"Sirius!"

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End of chapter one