Do I Have To?
Summary: AU: What if Petunia got her way with raising Harry. Will Harry choose to go to Hogwarts or will Petunia's influence over him make his decision for him? Reluctant!Harry.
A/N: I was going to make this a one-shot, but I decided I would try to make this a chapter fic. Well I made it to chapter two lol. Enjoy!
Chapter 2:
Letters and more letters addressed to Mr. H. Potter made their appearance upon the Dursley's doorstep daily, in their post, even somehow in the eggs Aunt Petunia just bought from the grocery.
" This has got to stop!" My Aunt screeched, throwing the egg shelled letters down the garbage disposal. I looked up from what I was dusting to look at her, to make a suggestion.
" Maybe, if I may Aunt Petunia, we send them the awaited post they require with a note that says that I decline their invitation. Maybe that would stop the letters from coming."
Giving me a once over she replied, " Too smart for your own good, just like your mother."
" Really, just like my mother?" I questioned.
" I just said so now don't ask questions."
That was the first the rule in the Dursley residence, don't ask questions. Beside this was the first time she had ever mentioned that I was anything like my mother, I wasn't going to do anything to get that comment revoked.
-DIHT-
Later that night upon the request of my Aunt and Uncle I composed my reply to this Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall. I had been polite, too polite in my Uncles opinion for a bunch of freaks, but it got the job done. I had written that I would not be joining them and thank you for offering this once in a lifetime chance. We were hoping they would get the point from this letter and quit sending them.
" Now only have to figure out a way..." Hearing a ruffle of what sounded like feathers I looked up. There was an owl sitting on our windowsill. " ... to send this."
-DIHT-
The deputy headmistress glanced over every reply letter that the owls had brought her. She was checking off the children who she received letters from and who would be attending. It was all going well until she got to one particular letter. From one Mr. Harrison James Potter.
To whom it may concern,
I'd first like to thank you for this chance at a special education, but I'm sorry to say that I am not interested in foolish wand waving and silly incantations. So I must decline this chance to come to your prestigious school. I thank you once again for this once in a lifetime chance.
Sincerely,
Harrison James Potter.
A/N: Ok, short chapter, but I wanted to get some else out this week. See you next time.
-Fiona12690