** We Do Not Own The Harry Potter Series Or Any Of The Characters. All This Belongs To J.K. Rowling**
Sorry the last chapter was so short but I promise it will get better.
Chapter 1: Boy Who Lived
All through breakfast they talked about the books. "How did they get there?"
"Does Dumbledore know their here?"
"I wonder if the information in the books will be accurate?"
"Is it really a story bout my son?"
After breakfast they went to the Room Of Requirement and when they walked in there were 4 chairs and a table with the books stacked on top of it. "Okay, so lets get these book in order shall we?" asked Sirius. "Ok so we have Goblet of Fire, Half-Blood Prince, Deathly Hollows…"
"That one sounds the most exciting so far," said Peter.
"Mhm. Anyways there is Chamber of Secrets, Order of the Phoenix, Sorcerer's Stone, and Prisoner of Azkaban." Continued Sirius. They started to put them in order. Sorcerer's Stone, Chambers of Secret, Prisoner of Azkaban…
"I wanna read this one first," said Sirius holding up Prisoner of Azkaban.
"Why? Don't you think we should read them in order so we don't get confused?" asked Remus.
"Because my name is on this one," they all looked at the book and sure enough on the back it said :
For twelve long years, the dread fortress of Azkaban held an infamous prisoner named Sirius Black.
They all stared in horror. 'Why would Sirius be in Azkaban. I mean yeah he is a trouble maker but he would never do anything bad enough to land himself in Azkaban,' James thought. So they read on.
Convicted for killing thirteen people with a single curse, he was said to be the heir apparent to the dark lord, Voldemort.
"I would never do that," Sirius said.
"We know someone must have framed you," Peter said.
"Well, I don't think we should read this one till we finish the first so why don't we finish putting them in order so we can start to read," Remus stated. So they put the rest of the books in order. Goblet of Fire, Order of the Phoenix, Half-Blood Prince, and lastly Deathly Hollows.
"I wanna read first," James announced when they sat down with Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.
"Okay, here." Remus handed him the book
The Boy Who Lived
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Driver, were proud to say that they were Perfectly normal, thank you very much.
"Pshhhh, where's the fun it that.," Sirius said.
"Being normal is overrated," agreed James.
They were the last people you'd expected to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.
Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills.
"Grunnings? Sounds like grunting to me but hey that's just my opinion," laughed Peter. They all chuckled.
He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache.
"AHH! That is just to disgusting to even imagine," Sirius said throwing his hands over his eyes. Everyone started to laugh at this and it took a few minutes for any of them to regain their composure. James started to read again.
Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent most of her time craning over the garden fence, spying on the neighbors.
"Oh yes because it is very normal to spy on your neighbors." Remus said sarcastically.
"I hate noisy neighbors," stated Peter.
"But you don't have neighbors," pointed out Sirius.
"That's not the point," Peter said
"Oh shut up. The lot of you so I can finish reading bout these boring muggles," James said in a bored tone.
The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.
"Dudley? I feel bad for that boy. What an awful name."
The Dursleys had everything they ever wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They don't think they could bear if anyone found out about the Potters.
"HEY! WHATS WRONG WITH THE POTTERS YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH ME!" James said feeling very insulted.
"James I don't think they can hear you through the book," Remus pointed out with a smirk.
"Well, right. But why don't these people like me. I haven't even met them yet. I didn't do anything to them."
"Yet," Sirius said chuckling. James glared at him but continued.
Mrs. Potter was Mrs. Dursley's sister, but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister, because her sister and he good-for-nothing husband
"Good-for-nothing?! I am not good-for-nothing!" But he continued
were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be.
"Yay! I'm nothing like those weird muggles," James said grinning.
The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbors would say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew the Potters had a small son, too, but they had never even seen him. This boy is another good reason for keeping the Potters away; They didn't want Dudley mix with a child like that.
" Like what? My child is not a bad influence." James said grumpily.
"James I think they meant they don't want him around wizards." Remus pointed out.
"What? Why?" James was confused.
"Because they're gits," Sirius said plainly.
"True," everyone else said and started to laugh.
When Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke up on the dull, gray Tuesday our story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country. Mr. Dursley hummed as he picked out his most boring tie for work, and Mrs. Dursley gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair.
Non of them noticed a large tawny owl flutter past the window.
"That's it Dudley. Rebel. Make them pay for giving you that bloody name," Sirius said with a wide grin.
"You would make a terrible older brother," Peter said, rolling his eyes.
"Good thing I'm not then."
At half past eight, Mr. Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs. Dursley on the cheek, and tried to kiss Dudley good-bye but missed, because Dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing cereal at the walls.
"Woooo go Dudley!" Sirius said.
"Little tyke," chortled Mr. Dursley as he left the house. He got into the car and backed out of number four's drive. It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar ------ a cat reading a map.
"McGonagall," all four said at once.
For a second he had not realized what he had seen ------ then he jerked his head around to look again. There was a tabby cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasn't a map in sight.
"Yep, defiantly McGonagall." James said and everyone started laughing.
What could he have been thinking of? It must have been a trick of the light. Mr. Dursley drove around the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in his mirror. It was now reading the sign that said Privet Drive ------ on, looking at the sign : cats can't read maps or signs.
"Unless their the all powerful Professor McGonagall." Peter said causing all of them to laugh like mad men. When everything calmed down James continued.
Mr. Dursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind. As he drove towards town he thought of nothing except a large order of drills he was hoping of getting that day. But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something else. As he sat in his usual morning traffic jam, he couldn't help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. People in cloaks.
"I think he's spotted himself some wizards," Sirius said.
"No. Really," James said back.
Mr. Dursley couldn't bear people who dressed in funny clothes --- the getups you saw on young people! He supposed it was some stupid new fashion. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of those weirdos standing quiet close by.
"I don't think those people are as young as he thinks they are," said Remus.
"Who is he calling a weirdo? He's the one with no neck," said James.
They were whispering excitedly together. Mr. Dursley was enraged to see that a couple of them weren't young at all; why that man had to be older than he was, and wearing a emerald green clock!
"Ha! Told you!" Remus said
The nerve of him! But then it struck Mr. Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt ----- these people were obviously collecting for something….yes, that would be it.
" I wonder why all the wizards are standing around. Normally we try not to be seen in public in robes, but in muggle clothes," said Peter.
The traffic moved on a few minutes later, Mr. Dursley arrived in the Grunnings parking lot, his mind back on drills.
Mr. Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office on the ninth floor. If he hadn't, he might have found it harder to concentrate on drills that morning. He didn't see the owls swooping past in broad daylight,
"He would have considered that strange. Owls flying around during the day. That is very normal. Stupid muggle," Remus said.
"Owls flying around in broad daylight, in the muggle world. Who died?" Sirius said.
though people down in the street did; they pointed and gazed open mouthed as owl sped overhead. Most of them had never seen an owl even at nighttime. Mr. Dursley had a perfectly normal, owl-free morning.
"I can't see having a morning without owls. This man is not normal." said Peter.
"Strange muggles," James said and continued to read.
He yelled at five different people. He made several important telephone calls and shouted a bit more.
"I get the feeling he likes to yell at people," Sirius said with a serious expression. Everyone started to laugh.
He was in a very good mood until lunchtime, when he thought he'd stretch his legs and walked across the road to buy himself a bun from the bakery.
He'd forgotten all about the people in clocks until he passed a group of them next to the baker's. He eyed them angrily as he passed.
"This guys got anger issues," James says.
"Maybe he should see someone bout that," Sirius said
"Maybe he'll get but in the loony bin," Peter said
"Can we continue now or are we just going to sit here and talk about how mental this muggle is," Remus said.
He didn't know why, but they made him uneasy. This bunch were whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn't see a single collecting tin. It was on his way back past them, clutching a large doughnut bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying.
"The Potters, that's right, that's what I heard-----"
"Wait! What about the Potters?" James says
"Well, if you continued to read you would find out," Remus said
"----- yes their son, Harry -----"
"What happen to Harry?" James asked worriedly.
"I don't know but we might find out if you would shut up and read," Sirius said.
Mr. Dursley stopped dead. Fear flooded him. He looked back at the whisperers as if he wanted to say something to them but thought better of it.
"I don't think he worried for the same reason we are," Peter said.
"Obviously, not. He doesn't want anything to do with the Potters. He is just scared people might know he's related to them," Remus said
"And what's wrong with being related to a Potter?" James as jokingly.
"Nothing in my opinion, but I know a few people who might disagree," Remus said pointedly at the book.
He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office, snapped at his secretary not to disturb him, seized his telephone, and had almost finished dialing his home number when he changed his mind. He put the receiver back down and stroked his mustache,
James started to stroke his face where a mustache would be as he read this causing the others to start laughing.
thinking…..no, he was being stupid. Potters wasn't such a unusual name. He was sure there were a lots of people called Potter who had a son called Harry.
"Oh yes. Very common name. Harry Potter," Sirius said sarcastically
Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure his nephew was called Harry. He had never seen the boy. It might have been Harvey. Or Harold.
"Are you serious…" James started but was interrupted
"Yes," Sirius said.
"Oh shut up," James said as Sirius was laughing at his own joke.
There was no point in worrying Mrs. Dursley; she always got so upset at any mention of her sister. He didn't blame her---- if he'd had a sister like that…..but all the same those people in the clocks…..
"Do you have a problem with my wife," James said
"James do you even know who this girl is?" asked Remus
"Well….. Um….. That's not the point!"
"Sure, Sure,"
He found it a lot harder to concentrate on drills that afternoon and when he left the building at five o' clock, he was still so worried that he walked straight into someone just outside the door.
"Smooth," Sirius said.
"Sorry," he grunted, as a tiny old man stumbled and almost fell. It was a few second before Mr. Dursley realized that the man was wearing a violet cloak. He didn't seem at al upset at being almost knocked to the ground. On the contrary, his face split into a wide smile and he said in a squeaky voice that made passersby stare, "Don't be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You- Know- Who has gone at last! Even Muggles like yourself should be celebrating this happy, happy day!"
"So old Voldy dies. I wonder who killed him," Sirius said.
"Probably me. They were talking about my family," James said grinning proudly. Everyone else just rolled their eyes at his huge ego.
And the old man hugged Mr. Dursley around the middle and walked off.
"I'm surprised he could reach around his middle," Sirius said causing everyone to start laughing.
Mr. Dursley stood rooted to the spot. He had been hugged by a complete stranger. He also thought he had been called a Muggle, whatever that was. He was rattled. He hurried to his car and set off for home, hoping he was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didn't approve of imagination.
"What kind of person doesn't approve of imagination?" James asked.
"A mental one," Sirius replied.
As he pulled into the driveway of number four, the first thing he saw----- and it didn't improve his mood ----- was the tabby cat he'd spotted that morning. It was now sitting on his garden wall. He was sure it was the same one; it had the same markings around its eyes.
A round of "Yay McGonagall" went around.
"Shoo!" said Mr. Dursley loudly.
"Oh he did not just shoo McGonagall," said Peter.
The cat wouldn't move. It just gave him a stern look. Was this normal cat behavior? Mr. Dursley wondered.
"Of course not. it's the way a extremely strict professor acts, even if she is suppose to act like a cat," Sirius said.
Trying to pull himself together, he let himself into his house. He was still determined not to mention anything to his wife. Mrs. Dursley had a nice day. She told him over dinner all about Mrs. Next Door's problems with her daughter and how Dudley had learned a word ("Won't!"). Mr. Dursley tried to act normally. When Dudley had been put to bed, he went to the living room in time to catch the last report on the evening news:
And finally, bird---watchers everywhere have been reporting that the nations owls have been behaving very unusually today. Although owls normally hunt at night and are hardly ever seen in daylight, there have been hundreds of sightings of these birds flying in every direction since sunrise. Experts are unable to explain why the owls have suddenly changed there sleeping pattern."
"I can tell you every one is telling everyone else the news about old Voldy." James said.
"Like I said earlier they can't hear you. Now can you finish." Remus said.
"I know now shut up." James said.
The newscaster allowed himself a grin. "most mysterious. And now over to Jim McGruffin with the weather. Going to be any more showers of owls tonight, Jim?"
"Well, Ted," said the weatherman, "I don't know about that, but it's not only owls that have been acting oddly today. Viewers as far as Kent, Yorkshire, and Dundee have been phoning in to tell me that instead of the rain I promised yesterday, they've had a downpour of shooting stars!"
"Man everyone must be partying, hope we're there." Sirius said.
"Perhaps people are celebrating Bonfire Night early ---- it's not until next week, folks! But I can promise a wet night tonight." Mr. Dursley sat frozen in his armchair. Shooting stars all over Britain? Owls flying by daylight? Mysterious people in cloaks all over the place? And a whisper, a whisper about the Potters… Mrs. Dursley came into the living room carrying two cups of tea. It was no good. He'd have to say something to her. He cleared his throat nervously. "Err ---- Petunia, dear ---- you haven't heard from your sister lately, have you?"
"Uh-oh this wont end well," Remus said.
"No," she said sharply. "Why?"
"Funny stuff on the news today," Mr. Dursley mumbled. "Owls…shooting stars… and there were a lot of funny-looking people in town today…"
"So?"snapped Mrs. Dursley.
"Well, I just thought…maybe…it was something to do with…you know…her crowd."
"Her crowd? He makes it sound like we're a disease," James said annoyed with the stupid muggle.
Mrs. Dursley sipped her tea through pursed lips. Mr. Dursley wondered weather he dared tell her he heard the name "Potter." He decided he didn't dare.
"Smart man," James laughed. "She seems like one of those women that you say something she doesn't like and you're sleeping outside."
Instead he said, as casually as he could, "Their son --- he'd be about Dudley's age now, wouldn't he?"
"I suppose so," Mrs. Dursley said stiffly.
"What's his name again? Howard, isn't it?"
"Harry. Nasty, common name, if you ask me."
"Yea, well no one asked you," James said to the book.
"James they cant hear you. No matter how hard you try they wont be able to hear you," Remus said for the third time rolling his eyes.
"Oh, yes," said Mr. Dursley, his heart sinking horribly. "Yes, I quite agree."
James rolled his eyes but continued.
He didn't say another word on the subject as they made their way upstairs to bed. While Mrs. Dursley was in the bathroom, Mr. Dursley crept to the bedroom window and peered down into the front garden. The cat was still there. It was staring down Privet Drive like it was waiting for something.
"This man has a very unhealthy obsession with the cat," Peter said.
"I don't see why. Dogs are much more interesting," Sirius said proudly.
"Sure they are," James said.
"They are."
"Okay."
"But rats are better than both of them," Peter said.
"ARE NOT," James and Sirius say together.
"Are too."
"Are not." This continued till Remus stole the book and told them to shut up while he read.
Was he imagining things? Could all this have anything to do with the Potters? If it did…if it got out that they were related to a pair of --- well, he didn't think he could bear it.
The Dursleys got into bed. Mrs. Dursley fell asleep quickly but Mr. Dursley lay awake, turning it all over in his mind. His last, comforting thought before he fell asleep was that even if the Potters wereinvolved, there was no reason for them to come near him or Mrs. Dursley.
"I feel a 'little did he know' coming," James stated blankly.
The Potters knew very well what he and Petunia thought of them and there kind…
"Petunia? Who do we know who's sisters name is Petunia?" James asked, curious for a clue to who his future wife was.
"I don't know," Sirius said trying to think of anyone but failing.
"Well maybe the book does," Remus said smartly.
He couldn't see how he and Petunia could get mixed up on anything that might be going on --- he yawned and turned over--- it couldn't affect them…
How very wrong he was.
"Dun dun duh," Sirius said and everyone broke out into a fit of laughter.
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I know i hate cliffhangers, too. But the chapter was getting a little long for my liking so i decided to split it in two.
Tell me what you think this is my first fanfiction so please tell me if i suck and should stick to reading or if i should continue.
Thank you and enjoy. :)