Hey Folks I'm back! And I have decided that I actually make this a series, seeing as this has gone from series of one shots, to a fluffy fic, to building a bases for an actual story! Tell me what you think! I do not own Harry Potter!
The summer air was warm and slightly Humid at Number 4 privet drive. Susan's sleek black car pulled up to the curb on the cheerful Saturday Morning. Before she had left, Severus had taken Vera to the library to tell her about her cousin maybe staying with them, while Susan faced the two hour drive to the Dursley House.
She dressed as Muggle as she could, in a light pink blouse and a flowy light orange skirt. Her hair was held up by a plastic clip and out of her face. With as deep breath she turned off the quiet engine and stepped out of the car. She had only met Lily's sister once and that was enough, but she had prepared an argument as for way Harry we better off with Susan and Severus.
She rung the door bell and looked around her, each little house was identical to the last, each lawn had the sat mail box, same flowers and same little lawn gnomes that stared off in to space with cheer pink cheeks and tiny shovels, Frankly it gave Susan the chills.
"Can I help you?" a tart, high voice asked as Susan turned to face the door, a woman of late twenties or early thirties stared at her. Petunia Dursley wasn't exactly unattractive, but she wore a constant expression of having sucked on multiple lemon slices.
"Hello, my name is Susan Snape." Susan began, Mrs. Dursley's face instantly twisted in a strange way and she tried to close the door quickly, only to have Susan stick her foot in between the doorframe and the oncoming door. "Ma'am I am sorry to bother you, but I am here about Harry."
"There's no one here by that name." Mrs. Dursley said quickly, "Please Mrs. Dursley, I am Harry's paternal Aunt." Susan said quickly, Petunia stopped struggling and opened the door, "You're that Potter's sister," the woman looked around before sighing reluctantly, "Well come in if you must,"
"Thank you." Susan sighed and smiled as kindly as she could, Step one completed, time for step two.
"You have a lovely Home, Mrs. Dursley." She complimented, Petunia grunted slightly and led her to the parlor, "Vernon? Some one is here." She called into the kitchen where her husband and son where pigging out at the table while a skinny, pale young boy of seven with messy black hair and a long scar on his forehead was sweeping up dust with a broom almost twice his size.
"Dudders, why don't you go watch T.V in your room," the young boy grunted with a piggy smile and waddled up the stairs, Susan couldn't help but think it would be nothing short of a miracle if that boy lived to twenty without a heart attack.
"Boy, to your room." Harry stared at the newcomer who smiled at his sweetly, Petunia snapped her fingers and pointed to the hall, "Now."
Vernon Dursley walked into the parlor with short, thunderous steps, "Who's this?" he looked straight at Susan, "We don't want anything you're selling!"
"Vernon, this is Susan Snape" Petunia glanced over her shoulder at the closet, "Potter's sister." Vernon's face grew an ugly purplish red color and a vein stood out on his temple, "Now listen here!" he boomed, "I won't have any of your bloody…!"
"Mr. Dursley please." Susan stood unflinching and held up her hand calmly to silence him, only for him to shrink away. "I only wish to offer you a proposition of sorts."
"Ha! Last time we took up an offer from your kind, we ended up with the boy." Vernon huffed, "Yes, Which is just what I came to talk to you about! Harry." Susan was glad to finally get on topic, "I am well aware of your dislike of having to Care for Harry, but I am here to offer you a chance to live the rest of your lives with out him." Susan said quickly to avoid being cut off.
The Dursleys stared at her, "go on."
Susan grinned, "May I sit?" she asked, "Ohh by all means." Petunia was not more than accommodating to the woman with the interesting offer, "Tea?" Vernon offered, his fat, red face now nearing a fake smile. "No, thank you. Now, about Harry, Has he exhibited any signs of M…"
"Sh, sh, sh." Petunia looked around, "Don't say the word, and yes, several times."
"Then I ask of you, would you allow Harry to come and live with my Husband, my daughter and Myself? Understand if you are reluctant, but being aware of Harry's living conditions myself, I cannot help but feel that Harry might be better of living with…" she stopped herself, "Our family"
"Wait a moment, are you implying that we do not take care of our nephew" Petunia snapped instantly defensive.
"Not implying." Susan smiled slightly, "Flat out telling you." The Vernon began to rise menacingly before Susan spoke once more.
"Not to be rude Mrs. Dursley, But you have Harry living in a broom closet under the stairs when you have a perfectly good free room upstairs, you make hair do all the chores and allow your son to bully him mercilessly" Susan pursed her lips, "And as a practicing attorney, I am prepared to sue for custody of my nephew and when I win, I will sue you for then endangerment of a minor, and unlawful imprisonment."
All color seemed to drain from from the couple's faces, "B-But how did…?"
"Those are my terms Ma'am, however if you allow me to take Harry with me now, I will not press charges, you will be free of what you see as a burden, and you will never here from us again." Susan offered, crossing one leg over the other, "it's your choice."
Mr. Dursley finally got up and left the room, and Mrs. Dursley sighed and nodded. "Perfect," Susan reached into to her purse and pulled out a clear folder, she pulled out a black pen and handed the folder and pen to Mrs. Dursley, "A transferal of Custody, already authorized by a judge, of both kinds and awaiting you and your husband's signatures"
Petunia skimmed the paper carefully "It simply states that you are giving complete parental custody to me and my husband, you will have the opportunity to visit Harry, like any relative. And as for what Dumbledore said, the protection over you and your family while Harry lives here, will be lifted"
Petunia glanced up at her, "not that you will need it of course, with you having no deep connection with Harry, it is unlikely that you will face any repercussions of that kind." Susan assured her.
Petunia nodded and signed the dotted line and called back in Vernon who signed the paper. "Pleasure doing business with you." Susan smiled and tucked the pen and paper back in her bag, "Now if I could see Harry?"
Vernon walked into the hall and pulled Harry out of the closet like a rag doll, "Hello Harry." Susan knelt down to be at eye level with him, "I'm your aunt Susan." Harry grew fearful that she might be like his aunt Marge. "Harry, do you remember me?"
The boy nodded, "you were bird in the apple tree, you turned into a bird and you smiled at me."
Susan smiled and nodded, "yes Harry I did, Harry?" she asked, "would you like to come live with me and my family?"
Harry looked at his aunt and Uncle, who nodded or looked away, "would I have to live in a closet there to?" he asked in his child like voice.
"No," Susan laughed, "no, you will have your own room, and I have a little girl, she's two year younger that you. So what do you say?" she asked.
Harry grinned showing a few missing teeth and nodded quickly, "Wonderful, now do you need help with your things?"
Harry shook his head and entered the Closet and returned with a few mismatching outfits that looked too big for his thin body and a few tin figurines of tiny men on horses and a few on foot, brandishing tiny swords and pistols.
"Is that all?" she asked trying not to sound too concerned, and glared up at the two adults. "Yes, ma'am." He squeaked, "Oh there's no need for that Harry, just call me Aunt Susan." She took his hand and led him out of the house.
Harry crawled into the back seat of Susan car and she pulled the seat belt over him, slightly concerned that it was too big, with a snap, the seat under Harry rose up slightly so the belt would protect him better. Harry marveled at the casual use of Magic as Susan closed the door and entered the driver's side.
"Now, the Drive is rather long to my house, so if you need anything just let me know, alright?" she asked glancing back at him in the mirror.
The car purred and began to pull away and Harry stared at the house, smiling that he would never have to go back.
Half way through the drive, Harry summoned the courage to talk, "what is your family like?" He piped. Susan jumped, almost forgetting her nephew was there. "My husband is a teacher, you will probably call him Uncle Severus, and my daughter's name is Vera and she's 5" Susan pulled a thin black leather wallet from her purse and handed him the wallet, "there's a picture of them in the fold."
Harry carefully pulled out the thin paper, squinting hard because his eyes were never very good and Aunt Petunia wouldn't take him to get glasses and gasped, "These Pictures! They're moving!" Susan smiled, "Yes, all magical pictures do."
"Are you Magic?" he asked, "Yes, Harry I'm a witch, and so is my daughter, and my Husband is a wizard and So are you."
"But that's impossible, Uncle Vernon always said Magic was nonsense" Harry stared at the picture, Susan stood on the left and her husband Severus to the right, with a little girl that must have been Vera in the middle of them waving at Harry and laughing .
The only word that Harry could think of to describe his new uncle was Sharp, Sharp nose, sharp shoulders, just sharp, with a little half smile to slightly soften his otherwise angular face.
"Harry have you ever seen a picture of your Mother and Father?" Susan asked him. "No, Aunt Petunia told me they died in a car crash and that's how I got my scar." Harry looked up at her.
"Look at the picture at the very bottom." Susan watched him do so. Harry gazed at a picture of His mother looking tired but lovely sitting in a hospital bed, holding a small bundle of blankets that was a new born Harry, and stand by her, holding her hand was a man with messy black hair and circular glasses smiling into the camera. "They're wonderful." Harry gasped.
"You can have it if you like, I have others." Susan offered, "Really, thank you!" harry carefully pulled the picture out of the plastic fold and slipped it under a pair of pants. "My parents didn't really die in a car crash did they?" harry asked sadly.
'He's a smart boy' Susan thought, "No, Harry, they weren't." she bit her lip, "Y- Your parents were very good people, and they loved you. But a very bad man who hurt a lot of people killed them when you were a baby." Susan put it as gently as possible.
Harry sighed, not devastated, but sad none the less. "but why didn't he kill me?" Harry asked, "Because your mother protected you, and when he tried to hurt you, the spell hit him instead, and no one saw him again. That's why you're famous."
"I-I'm famous?" Harry gasped. "They really didn't tell you anything?" Susan asked and Harry shook his small head. "Yes, Harry you're famous, but don't let that go to your head." she warned and Harry shook his head again. "Good boy."
They stopped off for gas and a snack for harry, who hadn't had breakfast, but didn't want to both his aunt by telling her that, it wasn't until she heard his stomach rumble that she insisted on buying his something for him to eat.
On the way home, Susan explained everything she could about the wizarding world, Hogwarts, the ministry of magic, and magic life in general, so he wouldn't be going in blind.
The finally reach the house by two that afternoon and Harry stepped out of the car, the house was at the end of the road and it was dark brown, practically black, with a neat green lawn and a metal gate around it.
"Welcome Home Harry."
Phooo, long chapter, but worth it! How will Dumbledore react to the Snapes taking in Harry? Wait and see!