Moral Values
Chapter One
Harry didn't know what to think. Here he was, at the funeral of the only family he'd ever known, with mixed emotions on how he should be feeling right now. No death before, not Dumbledore or any of his fellow Aurors, had effected him as the death as the Dursley's. He stared at one particular tombstone with glassy eyes; Petunia Evans-Dursley.
The only link left he had to his mother. The first motherly figure Harry ever remembered. Gone. She had taken him in, under odd circumstances, when his own biological parents died. Sure, she didn't treat him like her own son, but at least she treated him without any special privileges as his own world kept trying to enhance. Maybe if she would've married someone besides Vernon, maybe if she wasn't so jealous of Lily. They had discussed this before…
Petunia Dursley, may she rest in peace.
A little girl, who was merely the age of six, with dirty blonde hair and big hazel eyes, wearing a black dress which she was too short to wear properly, walked up to him with a tall man in a tuxedo.
"Mr. Potter, we have some legal things to discuss," the suited man said formally in his deep voice. "My name is Cashen Ward, the Dursley's legal advisor for when this time would come."
Harry looked at the man with an odd look. "'For when this time would come'? Are you saying they knew this would happen?"
Ward cleared his throat and went on. "As you know, Dudley Dursley and his wife passed away last year, leaving behind their daughter into the care of Vernon and Petunia. You and Marge Dursley are her last living relatives, but Marge has already expressed wishes that she, er, doesn't have the proper needs to take of a child."
Harry rolled his eyes and then looked at the little girl. He had only met her mother once, but he knew that she must've looked just like her.
"If you do not take her, she will go into foster care, in hopes that someone will adopt her."
"I'll take her," Harry replied without hesitation. He would hate to see her in a new family.
"Harry Potter," the lawyer put his hand on his shoulder. "Here is Eleanor Caprice Dursley, your new charge." And left on that note.
Harry bent down on eye level to the little girl, his emerald eyes boring into her hazel orbs. "Eleanor?"
"Daddy used to call me Cappy."
"Cappy, I'm your Uncle Harry," he started sweetly, extending his hand out to her. "Would you like to come live with me?"
Her eyes narrowed into slits, examining the man that offered to take her. She finally returned the favor, putting her rather small hand into his.
"Let's go," Cappy said softly, as if she was scared of her own voice.
Alright, just so everyone knows. This idea was already taken and made up by retilia28, but he graciously said I could do take up the challenge. Hopefully this will meet to his standards because I know he set some up, but I'm more.. Eh, I don't know what the proper word is. Rebellious? Nuff rambling. Click the review button!