In my last chapter I regrettably have to say that I forgot to put a disclaimer on the last chapter so this counts for the first and this chapter:
I OWN NOTHING RELATED TO HARRY POTTER.
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To DivineDarkness: Thank you for your review. It has been much appreciated and yes, I agree, it is a very "friendship" start for Harry, Ron, and Hermione. But remember that their friendship is not going to be a "Golden Trio," never fighting thing. Not to fear, though, everyone will be friends by the end, but that won't mean that there won't be…bumps along the way.
To Strayphoenix: Thank you for seeing what I was trying to do with the book. Yes, my book is dark but with light-hearted moments. That is what the sixth book was and I am trying to stay as true to the books as possible (but with throwing my own little twists as well). I am trying to stay true to the characters and I am glad you felt that they were.
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Well, everyone, it is time…
Without further adieu, Chapter 2 of "HP and the Ultimate Sacrafice"…
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CHAPTER TWO: PETUNIA'S HIDDEN TRUTHS
It was day before Harry left the Dursley's home once and for all. At the moment, Ron and Hermione were at Diagon Alley, getting anything that might look useful on their journey. Harry very much wanted to join them but he knew that he could not for at least another day. The reason was that Harry, Hermione, and Ron thought that if Harry stayed in the house for a full week and a half and not going out, then the blood magic would be satisfied.
However, being in one place for so long left Harry somewhat a little stir crazy. Without Ron and Hermione there, Harry's mind would wander and Harry had many questions and thoughts in his head.
He spent a lot of time thinking about Hogwarts. He missed Hogwarts as he did every summer but he knew he couldn't go back. He could not imagine returning wizarding world without going to Hogwarts.
He thought of his life before Hogwarts, Privet Drive. He thought of Uncle Vernon, Dudley, and Aunt Petunia. As he thought, he remembered what had happened with the dementors the summer before his fifth year at Hogwarts. He also remembered how his Aunt Petunia talked about the dementors and Azkaban.
"How would Aunt Petunia know about the wizarding world?" he thought.
If Harry didn't know any better, he probably would have thought that he had taken some Felix Felicis today. Uncle Vernon was at work, and Dudley…well Dudley was at a friend's house ever since his freak cousin and his two freaky friends came to stay.
Aunt Petunia and Harry were the only ones in the house now.
Harry thought in his room, and quickly made up his mind. It was his last chance to solve the mystery that was Petunia Dursley.
Harry quickly got up from his desk. His book, "Ancient Spells for the Modern Wizard," completely forgotten. He opened his door, bounded down the stairs, and from the hallway, saw his Aunt in the kitchen. Taking a deep breath, trying to clear his mind of anything but what he was going to say.
"Well," he thought, "here goes nothing."
And with that he entered the kitchen. If it were another time he might have laughed at how his Aunt went from peacefully trying to spy on Mrs.-Number-Five to absolutely shocked and horrified that her nephew came into the kitchen.
Harry stood there, wondering what was going to happen next. They stared at each other and when it became clear that Aunt Petunia wasn't going to do anything except stare at her nephew as if he was lower than a house elf, he decided to make the first move.
"Err…" started Harry gathering up his courage, "Hello, Aunt Petunia. Care to err…have a spot of tea?"
Whatever Aunt Petunia expected her freakish nephew to say, it certainly wasn't that. She, even though the thought of having tea alone with her freakish nephew was the last thing she wanted to do, nodded her head of fright of her freakish nephew.
"Well," said Harry, "I'll put the tea on the kettle, then."
"I wonder what she's thinking," thought Harry, "Oh well, in any case, if I want that information than I am going to need to do this properly so that I might be able to get on her…less than friendly side."
Harry noticed that his Aunt Petunia was watching her nephew intensely and nervously as he made the tea. He hoped that she saw how he made everything perfectly and how he went to great lengths to present the biscuits in a manner that were as if she was attending a formal dinner party.
All in all, he wanted her to think that her freaky nephew was acting normal.
"Well then," started Harry as he was pouring the steaming tea into both their cups, "How many sugars do you take?"
"T-t-two," replied his Aunt nervously.
"And any milk?" Harry asked politely, yet again.
"N-no," replied his Aunt nervously, yet again.
There was a bit of an awkward bit of silence, where all you could hear was the clinging of spoons against the teacups.
He saw how his Aunt Petunia eyed her tea suspiciously, and he briefly wondered if she thought that he put something in it, but after a moment his Aunt took the tiniest of sips and put the cup straight down.
After awhile, he was about to say something when his Aunt Petunia suddenly said,
"What are you up to, boy?"
This question did not catch Harry off guard. But the answer was a mystery – even too him.
'What am I doing?' Thought Harry Potter, the Chosen One.
"Err…" started Harry, "I just, err.. it is just that I-"
Harry stopped. He took a deep breath and decided to do what he came here to do.
"Well, Aunt Petunia," Harry said, "Do you remember the night Dudley was attacked by dementors?"
Aunt Petunia's mouth thinned into a nonexistent line as, not only had he mentioned that night where her poor, precious Dudders was almost stripped of his soul, but that he had such audacity to say a freakish word like that.
"Of course," she replied harshly, "how could I forget that night?"
"Well then you'd also remember how you seemed to know more about the wizarding world than you have previously let on," Harry replied coolly.
"I don't knowwhat," she replied haughtily, "you are talking about."
"Oh, honestly," he replied exasperated, running a hand through his hair, "do you expect me to believe that?
But all his delightful Aunt Petunia did in reply was simply huff.
"I was there! You knew about the dementors and Azkaban! You knew all along and yet you never told me!" Harry said, not even realizing that he said a familiar line six years ago, "Not even Uncle Vernon knew that you knew so much!"
Her eyes narrowed as Harry brought in his Uncle Vernon into the conversation.
"Of course he didn't know!" replied his Aunt Petunia harshly, "He would think of me as a freak, like one of you, or her!"
"Why can't you just say her name?" asked Harry desperate for answers. "Was she really that horrible? What made you hate her so much?"
"It-it-," answered Aunt Petunia, taking a deep breath.
"I don't have to explain myself to you," she said shortly, getting up from the chair and leaving the kitchen.
Harry was stunned, his once and last chance and last chance had failed. He would never unravel the mystery that was his Aunt Petunia.
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It was the next day and he was feeling extremely depressed.
'I should be feeling happy now. I am finally leaving Privet Drive forever,' he thought.
How could he feel happy now?
'How could I have been able to get a memory from Prof. Slughorn and not get a simple answer from my Aunt Petunia?' he thought.
He then thought of how he had taken Felix Felicis to obtain the memory and how he had gotten Slughorn drunk. He briefly wondered if he could get Aunt Petunia drunk, but he pushed that thought far from his mind. If he wasn't feeling so disappointed, he would have noticed how funny that remark was.
'Oh well then,' he figured, 'I guess it will always be a mystery.'
Just then, he heard two subtle cracks and he jumped up a little.
Ron and Hermione were there, holding new books, potions supplies, viles, and a single luggage case.
"Hey Harry," Ron greeted him, and then unloading all the supplies commented, "Phew, that stuff was quite heavy!"
Harry raised his eyebrows,
"Whatever happened to packing light?"
"Well, Harry," started Hermione, "We aren't sure how long we are going to be out so we figured that we might as well be prepared."
"Uh huh," said Harry skeptically, "so what did you get?"
Hermione frowned at Harry, but nonetheless replied,
"Well, we were able to get money from your Gringotts account like you said so we were able to get this," she said, skipping over everything - even the books – and showing him the luggage case.
"Oh," said Harry not understanding what was so special about the luggage case, "a…luggage case. How nice."
"Oh Harry," said Hermione excitedly, "It is not just any luggage case! This one is the newest and most expensive model! It comes with so many charms and features!"
"Features?" asked Harry, not fully comprehending what a luggage case could 'feature' in the wizarding world.
"Yes, Harry, features," exclaimed Hermione, "Honestly, do you realize that you're thinking like a muggle? The features of the trunk are that it is feather-light, you can shrink it, and-"
"Hermione," interrupted Harry, "not that I don't think that is good, couldn't we have just done those charms ourselves?"
"Harry!" exclaimed Hermione, "Let me explain, if we were to shrink the luggage case, only the luggage case would shrink because of another charm that would stop anything from happening to the luggage itself and, you never let me finish explaining, the thing that makes this luggage case so special is that it has different compartments that are the size of rooms!"
Harry's jaw dropped. He had heard and seen this type of trunk before, but he didn't think that they would be for sale in Diagon Alley.
"It has," Hermione started launching into what Harry had unconsciously dubbed as 'lecture" mode, "a variation of the impervious charm, protection charms, and a sort of gravitational charm so that, no matter what position the luggage case is, nothing will go out of place. There are seven rooms. Now I thought that it would only be fair if we each got our own room, so that is three down."
"Hermione?" asked Ron somewhat sheepishly, "What were you thinking of putting in the other rooms? I never got that far into thinking."
"Well, I thought of having a study and library room (together of course) and then a potions-making room. I think that it would also be beneficial to have a kitchen of sorts. I also thought about a containment chamber for any dark arts artifact we may come across or a dueling chamber to practice spells and the sort."
"I think that is a great idea, Hermione," mused Harry, "However, how big are the rooms?"
"Hold on let me check." replied Hermione as she checked the luggage case facts, "The rooms are about 15 feet by 13½ feet. Why, Harry?"
"Well, I figured that since we would probably need the two rooms, Ron and I could share a room," replied Harry, "Unless you would mind Ron?"
"Uh," started off Ron, "Well, I guess I liked the idea of having my own room but I'll have to live with the fact that I will be living with the Chosen One again."
That comment earned Ron a pillow straight to the face.
For the rest of the day, the Golden Trio spent the day relaxing and when the time to leave came the day after, they couldn't wait to leave.
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Harry was standing at the door of number four Privet Drive. He couldn't believe he was going to do what he so longed to do for his entire life.
As he reached for the handle he could still hear Dudley and his gang of friends laughing at him, as he turned the handle he could hear all the times his Uncle Vernon screaming at him, and when he took his first step outside he could hear his Aunt Petunia shrill voice calling out his name. In fact he could hear it quite loudly, so loud, in fact, that he turned his head and was surprised to see his Aunt Petunia behind him.
"Boy," she said uncertainly, "I never liked you."
"Err…yes, I knew that," said Harry confused.
"Now," Aunt Petunia said, "the chances of me seeing you ever again are slim to none, hopefully. However, in the case of you seeing me again, I don't care if I am dying or being tortured, you are to leave me alone."
"But," started Harry.
"Yes," she said, "I know all about Voldemort and his freakishness, even by your standards, but you are to promise me that you will leave me and my family alone. I think I deserve that much in my life. I'd rather die by his freakishness than to be saved by yours."
Harry shook his head resignedly and then looked his Aunt Petunia straight in the eye and said:
"Yes, Aunt Petunia."
He knew that if the time ever came, he probably would try and save his Aunt Petunia or the rest of her family, but for now, he knew it was all he could do to keep her peaceful.
"Good bye, Aunt Petunia," he said as he walked out the door.
She watched him walk out the door and to the sidewalk and with a sigh she muttered,
"Good bye, Lily."
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