"WHAT?!" Petunia screeched in disbelief. Blair rolled her eyes.
"Are you deaf or something? I saaaid that I think we should put Harry in school with Pugly!"
"It's DUDLEY!"
"Whatever. What I'm trying to say is that the little Pumpkin deserves to learn too." Petunia buried her face in a pillow and screamed as loudly as she could. "Glad you agree! You set up the arrangements, I'll go tell him the news!" And with that, the young woman skipped cheerfully out of the room.
Harry's room
Harry sat on his bed, smiling and reading a book that Blair had "convinced" Petunia to get for him. He reflexively flinched when his door creaked open, but relaxed upon seeing his caretaker's smiling face.
"Heya there, Pumpkin!" She called out cheerfully as she sat next to him on the bed. "I got good news for you~!" Harry tilted his head.
"Wh-What's the good news?" He asked shyly.
"You're going to school, sweetie!" Harry's eyes widened in shock.
"B-But freaks don't get to go to school! Uncle Vernon said so!" Blair's smiled became a frown, and she placed a hand on Harry's cheek, looking him straight in the eye with a stone-serious expression.
"He's the freak, Pumpkin. You're just a sweet boy. You're not a freak, so don't call yourself one." And with that, she pulled the little boy into a tight hug. "So, you're going to school next week! Are you excited?" Harry wasn't sure what to expect out of school, but he smiled and nodded anyway, wanting to make Blair happy.
"Y-Yes, Blair..." He whispered.
"I KNEW you would be! You're a smart little boy, you're gonna get such good grades!" Blair grinned as she tightened her hold. Harry yelped in pain as she squeezed a little too hard, and she flinched and let go, then looked at him apologetically. "Sorry, Pumpkin." She kissed his forehead. "I didn't mean to hurt ya..."
"It's okay, Blair..." Harry hugged her. "I...I probably deserved it." Blair's eyes widened and she teared up.
"No...No you didn't...! You don't deserve to get hurt, ever! You're too much of a sweetheart for that!" She wrapped her arms around him once more, engulfing most of his tiny body, leaving only his head visible from her embrace. "Harry, I don't want you calling yourself a freak...And I don't want you saying you deserve to be hurt... Please don't do it anymore, okay?" Harry nodded, and contentedly rested his head against his caretaker's chest. Blair smiled and ran her fingers through his messy black hair. "So, what do you say we go shopping for your school stuff tomorrow?" Harry nodded absently, too engrossed in his comfortable situation to really understand what she was saying. Blair giggled softly and continued to stroke his hair.