Chapter 4 the BWL to Bargain

Title: "I'm Harry...just Harry."
Rated: M
Summary: I'm Harry Potter; or at least I'm pretending to be, after all this is just a dream…right?
Genre: Fantasy Romance
Characters: Harry Potter
Author Note: I just thought about this while I was working out the next chapter for Another Time (Star Trek 2009), and I just thought for a moment what I would do in her shoes whilst looking at my HP&tSS book.

A/N: when did we stop reviewing the stories we read? I got 101 hits and Besides missus fat, someone anonymous told me great job on giving it my spin-Thank you Anon! REVIEW please !

Thanks to Kitty243 for her review so I typed the next chapter up just for you!

A?N: Last chapter in the paragraph where he/she looks over and see's a figure raising a sword as if to say charge-that was suposed to say , I was typing and thinking to fast to realise I skiped over him.

Disclaimer: I do not Own anything that is recognizable, only my mind because that is not recognizable. I especially do not own any movie's and/or actors/actresses, bands and what not, this is just how I normally think so this is how my OC is going to think don't worry she is not a Mary-Sue, she is a HP-Sue in the fact that she's stuck and confused and trying to look like she is all knowing but we know for a fact that she isn't...and now this is a disclaimer with a run-on that has nothing to do with disclaiming. So here is My all-emcompassing Disclaimer.

Chapter Four: The Boy who Lived to Bargain

RECAP: I'm not going to bore you with the details of how I ended up in Harry bloody Potters bloody body, 'cause honestly I don't know how it happened. Whilst locked up in the closet I came up with a plan to survive Hogwarts; Don't play Quiditch, Learn to play Wizards chess, try not to act suspicious, and dont act gay around the other charcters. I also figured out that I needed a mother figure because I'm a big baby and I'm out to make it seem like Harry can see the future. Muggle's will believe faster then a Wizard, amazing isn't it?

Petunia watched me, her eyes-an amazin shade of green, probably just like lilys-were slightly glazed over with tears. "Your just a child," she whispered. She was probably thinking of her sister and James, how they were struck down in their youth, and how now their son was going to join them.

"I won't kill him for years yet," I replied, I was tempted to call her mom again, but I bit back the urge with a small smile; later I would; maybe in the letters I would write her from Hogwarts. I had to warm her up to the idea of the endearment coming from me, and later if Vernon didn't turn out to be an ass I'd be willing to call him Dad.

"Your just Harry!" she yelled. She slapped her hand over her mouth, her eyes darted up to the cieling. Everything was silent. Vernon and Dudley were still sleeping and hadn't been woken by her shout.

"Yes, I am Harry...just Harry, but; what do I need to say to get you to let me go?" What can I say to reassure Petunia that her nephew would be safe in Hogwarts-maybe that's what I had to say, even if I didn't believe it.

She was silent still. I felt like I was begging to go to my friends house and already knowing she'll say no but wondering how many chores I'll have to promise to do and never do to go. "You'll be going no matter what, won't you," she sniffed. "I don't have a say in the matter."

That's when I started to realise that Petunia was just as much a fan of Harry Potter as I was, but in the sense that she knew magic existed-but she was a spurned fan, because she was a muggle and not welcomed into that world, even if her sister was a witch. She had gone to King's Cross; had she gone to Diagon Alley? She may not be allowed at the school, but she was allowed to be in the community! "Yeah," I answered in a breatheless voice, ooohhh the possibilities were running through my head; this could work, that could work, everything would work...I just needed Petunia on my side.

More silence, Petunia seemed to be staring off into the living room, her eyes trained on the mantle with its many pictures of Dudley. She may have not have found the silence awkward but I did, I'm spewing unbelievable nonsense and all a sudden we had come to a standstill. It was time to change the subject and adress the spiders, "Can I have Dudley's old rec room?" It was time to come out of the closet, I don't know if the pun was intended or not. I hadn't seen Dudley's playroom yet; I've been grounded all of yesterday remember; I was curious to see all the toys broken or not and to have the chance to play with them myself. I may really be a Nineteen year old in real life when I was not dreaming but that did not mean I couldn't amuse myself.

"Why you ungrateful little-" she began, but Petunia paused, she went over the conversation we were having. She thought about the little truce we were laying down.

"Just in case, you know, if they send us another letter," which I was hoping they would, "before yours reaches them," who knew how long it took a muggle letter to get to hogwarts via nonmagical transport; a conspiracy, perhaps they had magical folk in the post offices world wide. "Kind of suspicious, ah, you know, when its addressed to the cupboard under the stairs." I was very tempted to say it looked like child abuse but that would probably make her as angry as it did my mom when I mentioned it in angry sarcasm.

She glared but nodded, yeah she was just like my mom, she had started getting my drift and probably understood that I was holding myself back from saying that offensive word. But what else could you call this? Knowing the goverment, they'd say it was the right of the legal guardian to punish the guard-y as they saw fit. I probably should drop hints that Dudley was a walrus and shold be returned to the zoo.