HP is all J.K. Rowlings brilliant idea, characters you don't recognize are my own, other than that I'm just putting my twist to J.K.'s magical world.
A Different Harry Potter
Chapter 2
DING-DONG!
"Who could that be?" asked a bewildered Petunia.
"Probably one of those stupid neighborhood kids selling something. I'll deal with it," said Vernon heading towards the front door.
"We're not interested in-"
The words died in his throat. Whoever Vernon Dursley was expecting, it wasn't who was staring at him right then.
On his front porch stood a tall built man dressed in all black with a shirt that hugged his tattoo-covered arms. In his left ear was a silver stud earring, his hair was black and short, and his eyes were blue and dull; they seemed almost empty.
Outraged that this freak of a man had the audacity to even step foot on his porch, Vernon exploded. "And just who the bloody hell are you? Get off my porch, you tosser, before I call the authorities!" Vernon tried to close the door only for it to be blocked by the man's foot.
"Not that it matters, but my name is Emmett. I do not take very kindly to threats, Mr. Dursley," said a menacing-looking Emmett, "but by all means, go ahead and call. I would love to see their reactions when they find out you're locking your three-year-old nephew in a cupboard."
Vernon Dursley paled at these words, caught off guard and loosening his grip on the door handle, allowing Emmett shoved his way inside. "Nonsense, he's simply upstairs, down for a kip," he stuttered.
"Vernon, dear, who is it?" asked Petunia, walking out of the kitchen, carrying on her hip Dudley, who was eating a handful of sweets. "YOU?!"
"Pet, you know this man?" asked Vernon, his fear turning to rage.
"He's one of them Vernon, a FREAK!" hissed Petunia.
"Oh, one of them, are you? Think you can just push your way into MY house, then threaten me and my family? OUT! Get Out!" Vernon screamed, taking a step towards Emmett. "I will not have your kind in my hous-"
All of a sudden, Vernon's voice cut off. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't speak
"What did you do to him?" Petunia screamed, looking at Vernon with wide eyes.
With every second that passed, Vernon's anger mounted, finally giving up on yelling and charging at Emmett like a bull in rage. In the blink of an eye, Vernon fell face down on the floor, stiff as a bored. Petunia looked from Vernon to Emmett, shock and fear clear on her face.
"I hoped you would try something stupid, Dursley," Emmett spoke in a dangerously low voice, using his wand to turn Vernon over onto his back. Petunia held Dudley tightly in her arms as she fearfully watched Emmett walk over to the cupboard unlock and open it.
Peering into the dark cupboard, Emmett saw the outline of a small toddler sleeping towards the back. "Lumos." Igniting his wand, Emmett got a better idea of just how bad his nephew was treated. The cupboard was a tiny space, everything was covered in a thick layer of dust, and there were pieces of broken children's toys and torn books scattered about.
"Is the how he has lived? In this filth?!" Emmett asked, his temper rising. Noticing the volume of his voice roused his nephew awake from his sleep, he extinguished his wand and crawled into the cupboard.
"Harry? Come on out, Harry. It's ok, I won't hurt you, I promise."
Harry waddled off the cot and cautiously made his way out of the dark. That was when Emmett got a good look at him. His face and clothes looked like they hadn't been washed in a while, his hands and knees were scrapped and bruised, and a slight bump had formed on his head from the incident that morning. Emmett started to reach out towards Harry but pulled back when he noticeably cringed and took a step back into the darkness of the cupboard.
At that moment, Emmett felt horribly guilty. How could he have taken so long to come? How could he have let Dumbledore manipulate his family? How did things end up like this?
Reaching out for a second time, Emmett called, "Harry, come on out. I'm taking you home with me. I'm taking you away from here, far away from these people."
Slowly, Harry walked into Emmett's outstretched arms. Holding him, Emmett could feel Harry's ribs, and looking at his arm, it seemed set a bit oddly as if broken at one point. Standing up with Harry in his arms, Emmett glared at Petunia.
"I'm taking Harry to live with me. Judging by what I've seen here, I doubt you'll care where he goes or what happens to him." Stepping over Vernon to get to the door, he looked Petunia in the eyes. "I deeply hope one day you get what's coming to you for how you treated this poor child. Since I cannot kill you, I'll leave your husband with a parting gift." With that, Emmett stomped on Vernon's nose and turned to leave.
"Wait! Are you just going to leave him stuck like this?" sobbed Petunia, now knelt on the floor, trying to clean up a bloody Vernon, their fat baby sitting next to them licking the rest of the sweets off his fist.
"I'm sure that wanker Dumbledore will be by shortly. It wouldn't be like him not to have wards of some sort on the place." Emmett walked out, closing the door behind him.
Hogwarts
"Minnie, I am aware of when young Harry's birthday is, but as I told you before, we must not interfere with his life at the Dursley's. He must grow up a normal child as any other, away from the magical world until the time is right."
Countless times over the past two years, Minerva McGonagall had been pestering the Headmaster to visit Harry Potter, and every time, he would come up with excuses why she couldn't. Something just didn't feel right about those people. Inwardly sighing, McGonagall stood up to take her leave. "Perhaps you are right, Headmaster; I had better get going. Have a good evening, Professor."
"You too, Minnie dear. You will see, Harry is in the best of care," replied Dumbledore with a tender grandfatherly smile and signature twinkle in his eye.
As she shut the door to the Headmaster's office, Professor McGonagall smiled to herself. She was going to check on Harry for his birthday this year, no matter what the Headmaster said.
As his door shut, Albus Dumbledore let out a sigh. Minnie had asked him to visit Harry Potter since they had left him on Privet Drive two years ago. Yes, she only wanted to make sure he was alright, but the wards he placed around the property told him as much. He wasn't stupid – he was Albus Dumbledore, after all – he would know if any serious harm came to Harry.
Sure Petunia blamed Lily and 'her kind' for the death of their parents after Death Eaters were ordered to burn down the Evan's family home, completely shunning her sister and everything that had to do with magic, but surely she would take care of her only nephew. Petunia was a mother herself; she would want her own son taken care of.
Wizards and witches showing up at their doorstep and interfering in their lives would just open up old wounds for Petunia. There was no telling how she would feel towards Harry then. Not to mention that rather large husband of hers was never fond of the Potters or magic, called it unnatural... No, it was best to just stay away.
This was all for the best, really. Voldemort was sure to be alive somewhere, and the Death Eaters were in hiding or free, many still wanted revenge; Privet Drive was the safest place for Harry. As long as he called #4 home, the blood wards protecting him would stay intact until his 17th birthday.
Breaking Dumbledore out of his reverie, the fireplace came to life.
"DUMBLEDORE? Are you there? Come quick!"
He knew that voice.
Rushing around his desk to the fireplace, Dumbledore brows furrowed in confusion at seeing Arabella Figg's head in the middle of the dancing green flames.
"Arabella! What is it? Is Harry alright? None of the wards went off-"
" 'orrible Albus," interrupted Arabella. "Been watching them Dursleys like you said, Albus; been quiet since the mister got home. Been takin' their boy out for an evening drive since Vernon bought that new car, but not today, Albus."
"I was walking home from the grocer's and heard a baby crying coming from their house. Well, naturally I go take a peek in the window to make sure everything's alright and on the entrance way is blood. On the rug – blood, Albus! Couldn' see the children, though. Came straight back here to floo call you. Think somethin's happen, Albus; I can just feel it. "
"Perhaps you would be so kind as to allow Professor McGonagall and myself to floo over, so we may speak with the Dursleys?"
"Yes, of course, of course."
"Very well, Arabella, we shall be by momentarily-"
The piercing sound of a whistle drowned out Dumbledore's words, his color leaving him, shock clear on his face.
"MY WORD, ALBUS, WHAT IS THAT AWFUL NOISE?" Professor McGonagall yelled as she ran into the room, wand in hand.
All of a sudden, silence filled the room.
"Albus? What's wrong? That instrument, what is it monitoring?" McGonagall asked, taking in her colleague's pale appearance.
"The blood wards, Minerva; I fear they have broken."
Well here is Chapter 2. It's a bit shorter than the first but I felt this was a good place to end this chapter.
In future chapters I may refer to to a movie or some technology that may have not been out during that time frame, just giving a heads up.
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I have an idea for my characters, but suggestions are appreciated. :)