Harry Potter Fanfic and the Battle at the Dursleys
Takes Place directly after the order of the phoenix ending:
The Dursleys cast him angry glares as they made their way to the car. It was still a slightly chilly day, with the sun high in the sky, but Harry felt oddly light since he saw all his friends and some members of the Order of the Phoenix waiting at the station for him.
The quiet stroll to the car was interrupted by Hedwig's occasional hoot, and of the trolley clanging and clunking on the street, and Uncle Vernon quietly hissed, "Hurry up, boy!" When they approached the car. Expecting nothing less from his relatives Harry inwardly sighed and finished putting his things in the trunk, alone, and climbed in after his Uncle and Auntie.
In the front, Uncle Vernon has finally let out his fuming anger.
"The nerve of them-! You thought you could just unleash your gang of thugs on me in broad daylight?! What kind of people do you hang out with anyways? Threatening-threatening me?!"
Harry just ignored him and stared resolutely out of the window, while Aunt Petunia was trying to soothe him. Sometime later, after Vernon had cooled down a bit, he addressed him.
"You better do what they told you to do I will not tolerate any more unnaturalness under my roof than I have to! It's already bad enough that I have you... what would the neighbors say if they mad man with the eye shows up.."
Harry sighed. His new good mood had quickly vanished when he entered the car with his relatives, as the past month's events came crashing back, and weighed down on him.
"Don't you get smart with me! God knows how funny you might think this stuff is but these freaks better not come anywhere near our home." Uncle Vernon took another minute to curse and yell before he addressed him again.
"Well? What's your answer? Don't give me another sigh again, like a little prissy fellow."
Harry looked up at the front towards his Aunt and Uncle, glancing away from the window.
"Yeah, sure i'll send them letters," Harry said. His Aunt had turned her long neck to look at him from the front and looked at him.
"Hmph,' Vernon huffed.
"What's wrong with you?" She asked with a patronizing tone.
"What?" Harry said mildly surprised. The Dursleys after all, never really tried to care for his wellbeing enough to ask a question like that.
Vernon was also looking at Petunia, although he looked less confused and more annoyed at the fact that Harry was still talking.
"Something's different about you- and before you would have jumped at the opportunity to write to your freak friends of yours, and now it's like you don't even want to do it,"
Harry stared at her. Plenty of things have changed in his abnormal life, and the Dursleys never seemed interested. They have no idea what's going on in the wizarding world, and it's very like them to show interest in the most Dursleyish way.
"Before you would have done anything to keep me from writing to them at all, and now it's like you're encouraging me to talk to them."
Petunia looked affronted.
"You leave that tone of yours at that freak school of yours. The behavior of those thugs are rubbing off on you, and I won't let Dudley be around this type of street behavior!"
"Why did you ask me if you didn't want to hear my answer then?" Harry scowled.
"Because something seemed off that's all!"
Harry looked at her, contemplating his Aunt's words. It seemed she was worried, but he knew better- she was just curious. He must really be giving off a different type of demeanor if it was enough to peak his Aunt's interest.
After a few moments, Harry replied.
"Before I wanted to write to them, and you were against it. Now I am reluctant, and you are encouraging. The difference is simply that the times have changed, and situations are always happening."
Harry thought about the prophecy, and then with a pang in his heart, his godfather.
"The 'something seems off' just signifies a different time, a different situation."
He looked towards his Aunt and they made eyecontact. She looked faintly confused, and at the same time looked like she ate something really sour.
"Is that the answer you wanted to hear instead?" Harry asked, fully aware that his Aunt did not want to hear what Harry's situation was really like, since it would open a door to the magical world that she had barricaded a long time ago in her life. And unsurprisingly, they spent the rest of the drive back to Surrey in silence, deciding to talk with each other rather than with Harry. Harry liked it that way- going back to how things used to be with the Dursleys pretending he wasn't even there, rather than ask curious questions about his life that they didn't even want the answer to.