AN: I just recently found the inclination to start writing this story again, so my apologises to anyone who has waited for a new chapter.
Same disclaimer as normal, I do not own the characters from Harry Potter, I am just borrowing them.
Chapter 4.
In the days that followed Petunia systematically went through the years of mail stored in the attic. She uttered a silent prayer of thanks to any deity that was listening that her sister had been organised enough to date the letters after the muggle fashion as well as wizarding. She started reading from the earliest date, crying to herself more often than not as she realised again and again just what they had been cheated of. Vernon took time off from work and once she had finished reading it took her less than a week to organise the years-worth of material and come up with the basis of a plan. Petunia felt a sort of grim satisfaction in knowing that she-a muggle-could possibly get one over on the manipulative but powerful Albus Dumbledore. She held on to this grim satisfaction to stave off the sheer agony she now felt at losing her family. There would be time to grieve later, once she had started the wheels moving. She clenched her fists, nails digging into the palms as she snarled at the moving image of Dumbledore she had found in with one of the letters. She would have to tread carefully, but she believed it was possible.
Several days later Vernon listened carefully to Petunia as she carefully explained what she wanted to do over a pot of tea. He was concerned at the fire he saw burning in her eyes at first but as she talked he found himself agreeing. He had done drama at collage and could act the part she wanted him to play with no really effort, after all he was barely home during the day and so any accidental magic his nephew performed would likely be when he was not around. He smirk, unsuspecting muggle would come naturally to him. He agreed with treating the two boys the same, after all none of this was their fault. It wasn't Harry's fault he was born to magical parents who he then lost, it certainly wasn't the boy's fault that the magical world was so prejudice that his godparents were not around, and it certainly wasn't the poor lad's fault that they were up against someone who appeared to have years of practice at getting things to go exactly as he wanted. Vernon smirked as he read over he plans for the boys' future. Dudley and Harry would go to a muggle toddler group, nursery, pre-school and normal school until harry got his letter. Petunia was also planning to give them a slightly more varied education outside of school. He knew the attic was stuffed full of books on wizarding etticate and family trees, so the boys would learn these archaic methods so they could both blend in in both societies. He nodded as he continued to read down the list. The boys would be signed up for fencing and archery lessons as soon as they were old enough, alongside martial arts and ballroom dancing. They would learn the family history both mundane and magical. Vernon looked his wife in the eye, they would even learn the basics behind each of the magical studies, he didn't want to know it himself but he knew it had hurt his wife when her sister had had to teach her it in private due to ancient laws. Dudley would be able to pass as a wizard and Harry as a muggle if they so choose to. Vernon clasped his wife's hand across the table. "We'll do this Tunie," he whispered, careful not to wake the two boys snoozing behind them, "it will work."
Later that week Vernon helped Petunia make up a photo album with all bar one of the pictures she had found of Harry with his parents and their friends. With their plans fully laid down Petunia and Vernon settled down to life with two toddlers.