a\n I don't own harry or its characters i do claim my ocs hope you like it
Harry Miller
Prologue
"Petunia will stop it"
"What?" she responded.
"If you would pay attention I wouldn't have to repeat myself." Her sister answered a hint of humor in her bright green eyes. Witches eyes.
"So what, it doesn't really matter if I'm here or not" her long face turn into a frown.
"Yes it does, he wants to meet you, and James is trying to improve relations."
"What did you tell him" she asked recoiling in horror.
"Only that you're my sister, and your boyfriends an ass" lilies' face seemed to flash from anger to annoyance.
"Let's get it over with"
Petunia pushed her way into the pub. It wasn't hard to find her table James Potter seemed to stick out in any crowd, of course the men she was with was just as odd. Where other men (and women) wore long flowing, dresses? he wore a polo shirt, slacks and of all things, a strange wide brimmed hat. Petunia and the (newlywed) Potters on the other hand wore standard casual ware. When James and 'the stranger' stood she noticed two more things; one that, while he never win an award, he was quite good looking. Two was the biggest belt buckle she'd ever seen.
"Yellow." The man in the hat called out
Petunia look around "what's yellow"
"Nothing just saying hi." Color seemed to flood his cheeks.
"I'm sorry, Petunia Evans, Jonathon Miller, Nat this is my sister Tuni."
"Pleasure." Petunia relied not taking her eyes off this weird man before her.
"Yup" every thing he said and did was odd, even more so than the Potters, at least they were British.
"I'm sorry, where are you from?" the question slipped out before she had time to stop it.
Instead of being angry or insulted he, smiled.
"Oh don't worry, I get it lot. I'm originally from a place called Bozeman, Montana. It's in the U.S. but for now I live in London."
"Oh"
"Yes, he was just telling me of, what did you call it, the Bobcat\Grizzly game?"
"Yup, going to miss it this year."
"What do they play" interjected Lily
Much to the ladies surprise he simply replied "Football."
"What?"
Nat's grin grew, "yup, brooms never were practical. Too visible, you see. People have a tendency to look up, so a horse or a truck is better for not being noticed. Coarse that means that broom sports never got off the ground. Plus 9 times out of 10 the next place over is muggle. People mind their own business, but no use getting people hurt.
James looked over and asked, "Nat what's this thing I hear about, called Rodeo?
The grin grew from ear to ear "well that's different. You see, back in the open range days, the only way to get all your stock to market was to comb 'em out of the coolies. After the winter of 1886 that changed, but boys will be boys. So they turn the roundup into a computation. Not sure were bull ridding comes from, drunken bet, maybe."
"Bull riding." Petunia stared at him eyes wide open and filled with humor.
"Yup, that's muggles for you"
"That's the muggles?" Petunia's voice carried throughout the pub. "There is no way they do that, you, you, bloody yank!"
"I'm not a yank." The statement seemed to cut the very air.
"I'm sorry" Lily leaned in, "but why not."
"My family fought for the south. Then the survivors moved out west." He finished with the clear understanding that the subject was closed.
Petunia was the first to recover. "So, why are you in London then?" why was the air so thick?
"I'm the liaison between the Ministry and the department. See from 1863 on the U.S. government has had a small, unofficial, group of wizards who enforce the law in the Wizarding World. They operate under the wizard's bill of rights."
"Err, what?" this came from James.
"It's just like the normal bill, but with extras, like; the right to carry a wand, right to call a muggle to the stand while they still know what they saw. Things like that."
An uncomfortable silence settled over the table.
"So Petunia, Lily tells me that you're in collage." Nat was looking for a way turn the conversation away from himself.
"Yes, it's quite enjoyable"
"Meaning that she almost has a husband"
"Lily, it's not like that."
"Yes it is, you want to find your self someone 'normal' that will take care of you"
"I know you don't like him but…"
"He's an ass" this came from James.
"Look I need to get back"
"Tuni, don't go we were having fun"
Nat stood up "look, I have an early morning tomorrow; I'll walk you to bus stop."
"All right, but no funny business"
Nat was sure she hated him, but no matter, he would see her to the bus and go home.
When they arrived at the stop Petunia came to a quick halt.
"Vernon what are you doing here" she asked a plump and unfriendly man.
"Looking for you" was his reply, for some reason this made Nat uncomfortable.
"What's going on here?"
"Vernon this is Na…Jonathan, he was walking me to the stop" she seemed to plead with the man not to take it out of context.
Nat, being Nat, said the wrong thing. "I was meeting Miss Evans sister and she came along."
"Oh, is that all" Nat didn't like the glint in this mans eye. "Well come on dear, I'll walk you home."
With that the three parted. Nat decided that a walk would do him good.
The next day he found her in the makeup isle. He was going to apologize for the whole mess when he saw the bruise. He had seen and heard all of it before. She finally told him the truth. In the end she was trying to find someone so normal that Vernon was her only choice. He finally got her in a program for abused girlfriends. After she stood up to him Vernon simply left.
A year pasted and it was time for Nat to go home to his normal job; that is raising hippogriffs. Missus Petunia Miller was on the ship with him. It was a great honeymoon.