Harry Potter and the Imaginary Friend: Chamber of Secrets.

Voter results for 'Who should Harry be in a relationship with?'

There was a strong voter base of 54% for Luna, 47% for Hermione and 12% for Ginny.

Keep in mind that the vote wonder really take effect until later on and that there might be some flubbed dating attempts with other characters but you guys have chosen for Harry/Luna LATER on. These kids are only 12 and 11 respectively, Luna is JUST starting school.

There is another Vote at the end of this Chappie folks!

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Chapter One: Visit from a Shaggy Dog and a Woeful Elf.

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Harry collapsed onto his bed with a faint groan. It was two weeks before school started and he was back at Privet Drive for the last of his summer. He and the others had SUPPOSED to have remained at Draco's until the last three days before school and instead they had been sent back to their respective homes.

It wasn't that anyone had done anything wrong. Lucius Malfoy had been experiencing migraines that had started to leave the older man laid out and the adults had all thought it best not to have rowdy kids around causing noise that might make the migraines worse.

Draco had been understandably upset that he would not be able to hang out with his friends for the allotted time frame and also worried about his father's waning health. Harry could understand that but now he was BORED. Dudder's had gone over to his friend Piers' house for the week and Harry had no interest in playing any of the video games they had alone. It was so much more fun to do things multi-player, especially Mario Kart. Hedwig had gone out hunting so he wasn't able to play with her by tossing up food scraps and having her catch them and return to him.

Harry felt like a good sulk was in order and was prepared to do so when a plush bear, a gag-birthday-gift from the twins for 'ickle-harry-kins' that changed colors at random when he touched it, beaned him in the head and knocked his glasses askew. The bear had turned purple upon hitting his head and as he caught it in his hand it turned the color of vomit, more that the bear suddenly looked like it was covered in real vomit due to the realistic coloring. His lips curled and he tossed it to the side in disgust as he sat up and mock-glared at Beth.

"I was getting a very solid head of steam built up," he whined. "Why did you have to ruin it?"

"Perhaps because I do not want to see an unsightly and horrid look upon your face Dear Harry," Beth answered with a teasing smile. "Now let us go outside, yes? Fresh air will do you good."

"Oh, I suppose," Harry huffed out with an exaggerated, put-upon sigh as he stood up.

Beth ruffled his hair, to which he responded by letting out a shout and darted past her to bolt out of his room and out the back door. He let out a high-pitched yelp as he tripped over a string and was suddenly soaked through and through by ice-cold water. He sputtered and rounded one his Imaginary, ready to light in on her when barking filled the air. Barking that sounded a lot like laughter.

Harry turned around slowly and saw the black-furred, doggy form of his godfather. His DOGfather was rolling around on the grass laughing and he pointed at Harry every so often with one paw before he started rolling around again, unable to hide his mirth.

Harry was tempted to go back for his wand. Draco had given him a wand sheath for his wrist but he hadn't yet had the time to really get used to wearing it, so both it and his wand were still on his nightstand. He was also firmly advised by the Wizarding adults that underage magic was not allowed outside of the school, yet perfectly concealable in homes with a lot of magic being cast. Something called a 'Trace' couldn't tell the difference between a parent's magic and a kids magic in Wizarding households but would be able to track any magic Harry might cast as his home was a muggle household.

As such, there would be no casting spells on the Prankster Dogfather without setting off the Trace.

Harry frowned thoughtfully as he watched Sirius. He glanced down a moment later and then smirked as he realized the soft ground was soaking up the water rapidly. He bent slowly, carefully keeping an eye on Sirius as he scooped up a big handful of mud. Before Sirius could take note of what Harry was doing, he let his mud missile fly. The mudball landed with a loud splat right over Sirius' eyes as he rolled back onto his belly. The barking laughter stopped abruptly.

Harry watched with a smirk on his face as the mud slowly rolled off of Sirius' muzzle. Eyes that had been clenched shut slowly blinked open and then turned to focus on Harry as he started to snigger. A low growl, not really dangerous but still threatening, sounded from Sirius as he slowly raised up on all fours and started to stalk towards Harry.

Harry burst into full-on laughter at that and started to run around the backyard, dodging and darting Sirius as he tried to pounce on the now-hyper boy. His Aunt poked her head out minutes later to try to figure out what the hell was causing her normally quiet and well-mannered nephew to scream like a mad man when her Dudder's wasn't around doing the same thing. She saw the big black dog and let out a yelp at the sight. She grabbed her largest broom and yelled at Sirius, which caused both boy and man-turned-dog to freeze, only for Sirius to start running around the yard as he tried to keep out of range of the woman's broom as she chased him. Harry fell to the ground laughing and crying in mirth at the sight of his dogfather as he tried to keep out of range of the broom.

Several loud thwaps and resultant yips as the broom impacted on either Sirius' backside or head later Beth finally reached out to lift the still running Sirius into the air about a dozen feet. It took Sirius a few minutes to realize he was no longer on the ground before he stopped moving his legs and panted heavily for breath. Petunia was pale as she looked up at the floating dog, mentally finding herself very grateful that the neighbors were still not yet back from their respective vacations, and still held the broom at the ready to smack the dog if he even looked at her wrong.

Harry managed to get his breath back enough to yell to his Aunt.

"Aunt 'Tunie! It's okay! That's Padfoot! Sirius' dog!" he said as he got to his feet, still sniggering.

"Your godfather's dog?" Aunt Petunia turned to him with a frown. "And just how did that big beast get here?"

"He's a magic dog," Harry said with another smile. "Like the Post Owls, he's really smart and can find me magically if Sirius sends him."

Sirius-as-Padfoot barked his agreement and twisted his muzzle to grab a letter tube that was attached to his collar via break-away clip. Harry hadn't noticed it previously but thought that it was very clever of his Dogfather to have an excuse ready when he arrived as suddenly as he did. Sirius dropped the letter tube and Harry moved forward quickly to catch it. Petunia huffed at the sight.

"Well, have her put the mangy mutt down," as Beth lowered Sirius Petunia scowled as she looked him over. "Look at him! A right mess with all that mud on him! Keep him still!"

Beth blinked at the woman and shrugged at her despite the fact that only Harry could see her but continued to hold Sirius in her magic once he was on the ground once more. Harry refrained from opening the letter tube as he waited to see what his Aunt was doing. Several sounds of pots banging and water running filled the air before Petunia came back out with a large bucket of water, several towels, a wide soft bristle brush meant for clean surfaces that required a gentle touch, which hadn't been removed yet from its' plastic wrapping, and a bottle of baby shampoo. Aunt Petunia preferred the baby shampoo's and conditioner's due to all the vitamins in them and as they were less expensive then several high end adult brands that carried the same 'vitamin rich benefit'. Harry and Dudley had long ago sworn not to tease each other about their Aunt's/Mother's choice in family hair-care products.

Moments later, after Harry helped with the heavy bucket of water, things were set up for 'Padfoot' to get a thorough washing. Sirius tried to struggle free of Beth's magical hold, but found himself unable to move beyond a few twitches. It was like he was wrapped up in a warm fuzzy blanket. Harry raised a brow at Beth and got a playful smirk in return.

"What? He DOES need a bath Dear Harry," came the response.

Harry sniggered again before he moved to help his Aunt bathe his 'godfather's unruly dog'. As they cleaned the black-furred dog Petunia paused every so often to check his claws and bone structure. At one point, once Sirius was rinsed and was being towel-dried by the pair, she sat back on her heels and tilted her head.

"Hmm, I do believe..." she started. "Oh, I might have to ask Marge."

"Ask her what?" Harry asked with a grimace. He didn't LIKE Aunt Marge or her dogs, they tended to be rather mean-spirited creatures.

"I do believe your Godfather's dog is a Scottish Deerhound, or at least he has the blood of one," Petunia said as she started to brush out the semi-wet fur. "He might be a mixed breed but I can't spot that sort of thing as easily as Marge. I'll take a picture of him later and send it to her. That'll be easier then a visit and will take care of the 'monthly letter'."

Harry nodded his head at that. A visit normally involved the two boys taking care of one or two of Marge's dogs. It also normally ended with both boys tending to minor bites on their hands. Better a letter with a picture.

"And you can tell her that it isn't our dog but my Godfather's, that way she wont demand to visit to see if 'the dog is of pedigree'," Harry said with a smile.

His Aunt laughed a little at that, not denying the relief at the thought of not having to see the other woman. Together the two packed up the cleaning supplies but then Petunia tapped at her lips.

"Harry, go get the trimmers and a fresh comb," she ordered a moment later. Sirius shot him a desperate look once his Aunt's words registered to the befuddled man-turned-dog.

"Um, you're not going to give him a bizarre cut are you?" he asked. "I'm not sure Sirius would like that."

"No, no," Petunia waved her hand. "Just a trim. He's awful shaggy even after that wash. A trim will do wonders I'd think."

Sirius relaxed a touch at that, just a touch, and Harry took that as consent. He darted inside to grab the required items before moving back to his Aunt's side at a more sedate pace, having learned a long while back the lessons involved with 'running with scissors' and the pain of injury when he tripped and nicked his hand. His Aunt had been quite firm with him for a week after that, tending to his wound but making sure he understood just how painfully disappointed she was with him.

He really didn't like disappointing the people that cared for him...

He handed over the tools requested and watched as she gave Padfoot a meticulous trimming. Sirius looked somehow both bored with it all and worried about what his Aunt was doing as he would try to turn his head every so often only to find himself firmly locked in place due to Beth's magic. Once done Petunia nodded her head and gave Padfoot a pat on the head.

"Good boy, you behaved yourself quite nicely," she said as she packed up the last of the supplies and started inside. "Dinner is in an hour Harry!"

"Alright Aunt 'Tunie!" Harry called back. He watched Sirius as he was finally released from Beth's magical hold and started to look himself over. Harry was sure that his dogfather was making sure he didn't have a poodle cut. Harry snickered at the thought before he gave Sirius a pat.

"Such a goo' boy you are," Harry said as he exaggerated his accent a little.

Sirius rolled his eyes as they started inside.

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Food was ready an hour later, steak, potatoes and veggies, with a spare medium rare steak cut up into pieces and very lightly seasoned for Padfoot being set on the floor. Harry laughed a little bit as they ate, watching as Padfoot ate very neatly and properly for a dog. Aunt Petunia commented on it, very surprised that the dog was actually so well trained.

Harry snickered again and then remembered the letter that Padfoot had given him.

"Aunt 'Tunie? Can I read the letter Padfoot brought?" he asked.

"It is 'May I?' and yes, you may," she said as she polished off her own food.

Harry smiled and set aside his fork and knife before he grabbed the letter tube and pulled free the letter from Sirius.

The letter itself didn't go over too much. Mostly that 'Padfoot' would be visiting quite a bit over the last few days of summer. Also that Lucius was somewhat better now that the house wasn't full of rowdy children but the man was still out of it and his temper frayed. There was a concerning note that several wizarding children with pet rats had found their pets missing without reason and, as a result of the thefts, a rumor that someone was stealing the pets for potions ingredients, rat spleens being needed for some potions both legal and illegal. Ron's pet rat had been included in the list of missing pets and Sirius had bought the boy a small pint-sized owl as a replacement pet when he'd heard the news. Harry couldn't imagine loosing Hedwig and figured Ron was fairly devastated at the loss of the Family Rat. Hopefully the gift Sirius had gotten him would help with the loss.

The last part of the letter mentioned stated that it was written by Remus and that number 12 Grimmauld Place in London was now available for visitation from others, up to and including the Imaginary Beth, Harry's Aunt Petunia Evans and Dudley Evans if they are shown this letter. Harry felt... almost a shimmering shiver as if the world was righting itself somehow and he blinked rapidly at the letter. Petunia noticed his odd expression and turned to him with concern in her eyes. Beth, too, looked concerned and yet slightly confused.

"Harry, are you alright?" his Aunt asked.

"I.. think so?" Harry blinked again and noticed there was a small P.S. now on the letter. "Huh. That wasn't there a moment ago."

"What?" asked both his Aunt and Beth.

"'You would have just felt something uncomfortable'," Harry read out loud for their benefit. "'Like the world just shifted or like you had this huge epiphany. Yes, I know big words, shut up Remus. Sorry, Quick Quotes Quills pick up everything Pup. Anyway, what you just felt was you being let in on the Secret of where I live. We recently put the house under Fidelius and are letting a few people know the location. After the attack last year we thought it prudent to ready a location in case the Order was needed again. Hopefully not, 'cause I want you to have a fun childhood. Anyway, if you want to share this with your Aunt and Cousin that's fine, just warn them that the magic of the Fidelius prevents anyone from talking about the place in question. Even now if you tried to say the location you'd trip over your own words. Only the Secret Keeper can tell others, which is why Remus had to write out that part of the letter. Anyway, show this letter to AT LEAST your Beth and then to your Aunt and Cousin IF your Aunt is okay with things. With that said, lots of love Pup!'"

Harry left off the last part of the P.S. as it was a 'Don't get caught causing trouble!' comment. He grinned and then held the letter out for Beth to read. He watched in fascination as her eyes lost focus and she seemed ready to faint for a brief moment before the world seemed to settle for her. He then set the letter on the table close to his Aunt and went back to eating his steak and potatoes. He knew that she would pick it up on her own if she decided she would like to know the Secret.

They ate in silence for several more moments before Petunia slowly pushed the letter back toward Harry. He had to fight back a flash of disappointment and offered his Aunt as reassuring a smile as he could instead. She returned his smile with a slightly sickly looking one.

"I... can't read it right now Harry, perhaps another time," he nodded at his Aunt's words and she relaxed a touch before she continued. "You may show Dudley the letter."

"Thank you Aunt Petunia," Harry said with a smile.

They ate in silence for a few more moments before his Aunt patted at her lips with a napkin. She raised a brow at him and offered a faint smile.

"The Ladies and I have reconfirmed tomorrow for our little get together," she said. "Would you like to join us this time? You can help me get things ready."

"I'd like that Aunt 'Tunie," Harry said with a smile as he set aside his silverware. "Full tea?"

"Yes. We will need to ready fresh brewed tea, savories, scones, sweets and dessert. The ladies will be by at five o'clock sharp," Petunia stood and started to gather up the plates and silverware. "We want to be ready fifteen minutes before hand. You recall your etiquette lessons?"

"Of course!" Harry nodded his head and grinned at his Aunt. "Be polite, offer to take their coats, serve the guests first from eldest to youngest, then you, then me. I've helped you with these before, I haven't forgotten."

Petunia rolled her eyes, "You'd be surprised at what you rascals can forget when it is convenient for you."

Beth nodded her agreement solemnly despite the fact that she couldn't be seen by his Aunt.

Harry stuck out his tongue at both of them.

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The next day was spent getting ready for his Aunt's get-together. Three women would be coming over to spend time with his Aunt and discuss things that ranged from their respective gardens to which celebrity scandal was 'the worst sort of display'. Years ago his Aunt's group had numbered nine total, including her, but many of her friendships fell to pieces once his Uncle was removed from the home. This was both because his Aunt had only maintained the relationships with three of the wife's of Uncle Vernon's work associates and it was the 'polite thing to do at the time' and because two of the women had looked down on his Aunt for divorcing the man regardless of his actions that led to him being arrested. Marriage was absolutely sacrosanct to those women regardless of what kind of monster the husband had turned out to be. Aunt Petunia should have 'stayed true to her vows'.

The last two Aunt Petunia had all but booted out of the house in her anger, having told them in no-uncertain terms that she would not remain married to an abuser of children, that she was glad she had worked up the strength to divorce such a man and that she and the children in her care were healthier then they had been in years now that That Beast was gone, Thank You VERY Much.

Her remaining three friends; Mrs. Figg, Mrs. Dean and Mrs. Zinter, were women who had been friends from before her marriage and had stuck by her throughout it all, had continued to hold the smaller tea parties with his Aunt. While his Aunt's social circle had diminished, it was still a rich gossiping circle that was now free of hidden barbs and biting comments.

Harry was happy for his Aunt and happy to help her with the arrangements. The pair worked together to ready all the small sandwiches, the scones, the little sweets and even a nice set of mini cakes for dessert. Days like this were just as much fun as gardening together.

Four forty-five rolled around faster then they expected but they had everything ready just in time for the first knock on the door. Harry rushed to the door to pull it open and smiled up at Mrs. Figg, she would baby-sit for him and Dudley every so often when his Aunt had needed a break.

"Good evening Mrs. Figg," Harry said politely. "May I take your coat?"

"Such a dear boy," she said as she gave him a pat to his head before she handed over her cat-fur covered coat. "You may want to shake it out, I did my best with it before I left."

"That's okay ma'am! I'll have it cleaned up for you before you go," he responded.

She gave him another pat to the head and went further into the house. Harry quickly slipped outside, Beth on his heels. He grinned at her and she nodded her head in response. He raised the coat up and gave it a strong shake. As he did so he felt the familiar tug on his Core as Beth used the link to his magic and the next thing they both knew, a cloud of cat hair filled the space in front of them. The hair hovered there for a moment before being vanished as it settled to the ground.

"We clean it every time she comes over," Beth said with a shake of her head. "And it is worse each time. I wonder if her cats are smart enough to purposely shed as much as possible on their human's coat?"

Harry laughed at that, "I honestly wouldn't be surprised if some of them were half-kneasle like Hermione's kitten, well cat now, he's gotten big last I saw. Anyway, they always watch Dudley and I when we go over and have stopped us from breaking things before."

"Hmm, that is a thought," Beth responded as they went back inside.

Next to arrive was Mrs. Dean, the oldest of his Aunt's friends and also a teacher at the closest academy. The woman was always on Harry about learning Caligraphy. After having to use a quill all last year for school he was actually hoping to show her his improvement. She simply gave him a pat to the head and a small smile in response to his greeting before handing him her coat. She never did ask him how he managed to get out some of the ink stains that inevitably ended up on her coat sleeves.

Once Mrs. Dean's coat was dealt with and hung up on the coat rack Harry and Beth moved back to the front door. A few minutes later and the last knock sounded. Harry grinned brightly and opened the door.

"Mrs. Zinter! Welcome! How are you today?" he asked.

Mrs. Zinter laughed happily at his cheerfulness and swept him up into a hug before she set him down with a pat on his cheek.

"I am doing very well. Is Dudley here today?" she asked with a grin.

"Not today ma'am," Harry answered with a shake of his head. "He's hanging out with Piers this week."

"Ah, well I suppose I will have to do without watching you two squabble over the last of the savories," she said with a smirk.

Harry couldn't help it as he rolled his eyes at her comment. She gently tapped the back of his head and then handed over her coat. He laughed and hung up the coat before following her into the sitting room.

"Petunia!" Mrs. Zinter called out as she hugged his Aunt. "How are you doing, love? And look at your hair! Lovely, it's getting longer and stronger! I take it the Thyme and Coconut oil massage before washing has been helping?"

His Aunt had her hair up in a braid today and, now that Mrs. Zinter had pointed it out, he did notice that her hair was longer and healthier then it had been. He smiled and went to grab the tea set as the women started chattering at each other.

The full tea service was going perfectly, with very few mishaps on Harry's part, the worst one being that he would forget constantly to put out his pinkie finger as he sipped his tea. He got up and took everyone's plates into the kitchen as they finished off their sweets, intent on grabbing the dessert cakes, and came to a confused halt. A house elf was in his kitchen. A house elf that twitched and muttered and seemed on the verge of crying. The house elf squeaked when he saw Harry.

"Mr. Harry Potter sir! Is honor to meet you!" the elf, male from what he could tell, bowed low and then stood straight, still twitchily twisting the edge of the sack he was wearing.

"Um, pleasure to meet you," Harry said without thinking.

He almost groaned as the elf started bawling as quietly as one could bawl. Draco and his Mother had mentioned that thanking a house-elf could set some of them off into tears depending on how they'd been treated by their families. Despite the symbiotic relationship between house-elves and wizarding families, many did get overlooked if not outright abused. Harry rushed to put the plates into the sink and then lightly patted the elf on the arm.

"Hey now, stop crying," Harry tried to order in a calming tone. "It's alright."

The elf stopped crying a moment later, though he still sniffled a bit every now and then.

"So... why are you here? Did your family send you?" Harry asked.

The elf pulled sharply at his ears at the question. Hard enough that Harry winced.

"No... no Dobby's family doesn't knows he is being here," the elf, Dobby, said. "I's came to warn the great Harry Potter Sir."

"Warn me?" Harry asked in confusion.

"Yes sir," Dobby seemed to draw himself straight. "Harry Potter Sir CANNOT go back to Hogwarts this year!"

"Can't...?" Harry blinked rapidly before he frowned. "I have to go back to school. I can't just abandon my education!"

"Danger Sir Harry Potter Sir!" Dobby yelped out. "Yous will be in danger if yous go! Need to stay here to stay out of danger!"

"The school is one of the safest magical places," Harry said firmly. "Professor Dumbledore wouldn't let anything happen to the students there."

"Great Headmaster Mugwump is not being able to protect against what be coming," came the firm statement. "Mr. Harry Potter Sir MUST stay!"

Harry stared at the elf for a long minute before he shook his head. "If people are in danger then I'm not going to stay home just because you say I need to. I'll tell the Headmaster what you told me, that way he can protect the school."

"Yous not listening! Mr. Harry Potter Sir CANNOT GO," Dobby said firmly, his eyes flashed with a mad light just as he flashed out of sight from in front of Harry.

Harry jerked back and looked around the kitchen. He then, getting a very bad feeling about things especially when he noticed that the little cakes and their tray were missing from the table, darted for the door that led to the sitting room. Dobby was hanging onto the stairwell at the very top of the stairs and was pointing a finger at the air above where his Aunt and her friends were sitting. Beth was napping on the window seat and was not aware of anything yet. Harry twisted to look back at Dobby.

"Don't you dare," Harry hissed.

"Say yous stay!" Dobby hissed back, the madness from moments ago still in his eyes.

Harry stood straight and shook his head at the elf. "NO."

Harry YANKED on his connection to Beth, which caused his Imaginary to jerk into a sitting position and look around the room wildly. She caught sight of the plate of cakes just as Dobby snapped his fingers and spun the plate upside-down to cause the cakes to fall. Harry winced at the sight but Beth had realised what was happening in time to stop the cakes from falling into anyones sight and raised things back up to where everything was on the plate again.

Harry was set to let out a sigh of relief when Dobby let out a frustrated sound and snapped his fingers a second time. This time the cakes appeared right above everyone's heads and Beth didn't have the time to stop them from hitting those below. Dobby disappeared with a satisfied look on his face and the two left behind shared a panicked look as the women started exclaiming in shock.

What happened COULD have been forgotten. Beth was quick to use her link to Harry's Core to make a hook at the ceiling, a hook at the center of the silver tray that had held the cakes and a near see-through string that led to Harry's hand as if he had been attempting to 'magically' lower the cakes to everyone as a special treat. It ALMOST worked.

If only the damn letter hadn't popped into existence out of nowhere right in front of Aunt Petunia for her to catch...

Mrs. Figg pursed her lips, Mrs. Dean gave a strained and nervous sounding laugh and Mrs. Zinter blinked rapidly for a moment before she looked down at her tea cup.

"Petunia, Love, what the hell did you put in the tea?" she asked.

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Thank you again everyone for reading, hope you enjoyed the chappie!

Thank you to my good friends at work, Mrs. Dean and Mrs. Zinter for letting me use them as Petunia's 'old friends'. I pestered them on how they might react to the scene above and that is what we get. We'll have the chance to see them later on, as Harry has a better relationship with his Aunt and thus knows more about her likes/dislikes/friendships.

To anyone who is curious; no, Beth using Harry's magic is just different enough, otherworldly enough, NOT to set off the Trace. Unlike Dobby's who Does set off the Trace as the magic used is... 'of the realm' if you will. As her magic, even when using Harry as a... power source if you will, is 'NOT of the realm' it doesn't trigger anything.

Alright, as far as this next vote goes;

Snape has been adamant that he remain single and that his love for Lily remain untouched and pure. Can't seem to get him to budge and he keeps yelling 'Dunderhead!' or worse at me when I try to broach the subject of putting him with another character from the books or even an OC. I've stopped bothering him as I don't want to be used for Potions Ingredients.

Remus is doing the same thing when it comes to Tonks... I keep asking him if that means that he is going to get himself killed and he keeps saying 'maybe' and wont answer me 'until I am further in my story'...

He's a right Arse keeping me on the edge of my seat isn't he? I worry about him the Stubborn wolf!

To that end I had to look elsewhere for Sirius.

The first thing that came to mind is a Petunia/Sirius relationship... They aren't really telling me anything as far as a YAY or Nay... so I want to ask for your opinions.

Sooo... Would you kindly review and vote?

Keep this in mind when voting that Petunia still has only accepted that;

ONE, YES Harry is a wizard but that doesn't mean she has to like it, magic DID take away her sister twice over when Lily started going to school and when magic killed her.

TWO, she can only deal with the school subject of Potions and has forbidden Harry from talking about any other classes with her. Potions to her is like Chemistry combined with Cooking and thus there is Logic and Sense behind the class thus it is SAFE to talk about.

THREE, while she accepted and wears the charmed Lily surrounded by Petunias Charmed Necklace from Harry, she does not think about the specialized charms on it nor has she made the necklace go through its' cycle of blooming more then twice to get it where she likes it in a mostly open bloom.

Four, yes she went to Diagon Alley for the blood testing but that had put her through a large amount of strain to maintain her composure especially upon meeting Goblins of all things. She had to think of it like going in for a Muggle Paternity Test to get through it. And while she did meet up with the Malfoy's, thinking that she had to visit on that first day to show proper and polite decorum as the Malfoy's are a part of 'high-end polite society' and she still likes that sort of thing, and found out about House Elf's she is still very leary of the magical world. Every step she has taken thus far into the magical world as Harry's Aunt has been very painful for her and she could relapse to a 'F^(% IT! Don't tell me anything!' kind of mindset very quickly if something went wrong.

FIVE, a relationship between these two, successful or not, will involve a LOT of baggage from them both. Petunia for her continued feelings about magic and the treatment from Vernon (Again for this story she was also on the receiving end of poor treatment from the man but Harry got the worst of it) and Sirius recovering from his lost time while in Azkaban.

THIS WILL NOT BE AN EASY RELATIONSHIP IF THE VOTES TALLY FOR A 'YES' OR EVEN FOR A 'GO FOR IT BUT HAVE IT END WELL/BAD'.

With that in mind, please vote on the following;

Yes, successful relationship with a lot of rough bumps

No, Dont even try it! Pick someone else!

Start a relationship between them but have it end amicably when they realize things wont work out.

Start a relationship between them but have it end horribly when they realize things wont work out.

Please Read, Review and most of all Vote!