Hey guys! Just a quick update with chapter two of 'Harry Potter and his Not-So-Muggle Sister". I just wanted to clear up a few things regarding the story. Just a heads up, I won't be going into too much detail for years 1, 2, 3, 5 and 6. I don't really want to drag the story on and on. Unless you guys want me to, depends on the reviews for the first dozen or so chapters. As for when I might introduce Hogwarts to the story, I was thinking after the first 10 chapters. I want to give Harry and Hermione a bit of background. Anyways, don't want to bore you with my plans for this story, here is chapter two:
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all associated characters are the property of J.K. Rowling. I make no claim of ownership to the wonderful universe that is Harry Potter.
A few minutes of waiting later, he was cast out of his thoughts by the rattling of an engine. Looking around, wondering if he had cast the muggle-repelling charm, after all, he finally identified the source of the sound. He spotted a large object in the sky heading towards him at an alarming speed. He took out his wand, ready for action, only to release a soft sigh of relief after realizing that the object was slowing down. Finally, a motorbike landed in front of him, carrying the large silhouette that could be none other than Rubeus Hagrid.
He slowly approached the half-giant, aware of the bundle of blankets on the side cart of the motorbike containing young Harry Potter. He spoke in a soft tone, so as not to wake the sleeping savior of the wizarding world. "Good evening Hagrid. Impeccable timing, if I may say so myself. It's a shame that we have to meet under such grave circumstances on such a lovely autumn night, don't you say? Tell me, how was your trip to Surrey? Did you encounter any difficulties?"
The half-giant bent down to the side cart, and gently (as gently as it would be possible for a person of his size) scooped up the sleeping baby. He turned to Dumbledore with tear-stricken eyes and mumbled some incoherent words. Dumbledore gave him an understanding smile and spoke again. "I'm afraid I did not catch that, Hagrid".
"Still can't believe wha' happened ter the Potters Profess'r, thats all. Good people they were, the Potters" he said while taking out a huge handkerchief that could substitute as a table cloth and blowing his nose with a thunderous trumpet-like sound. Dumbledore grimaced, expecting for the child to wake up, only for him to stir a little in his sleep and continue his deep slumber.
"It has affected many of us deeply, my old friend. Alas, speaking from experience, it does no good to dwell on the past. This child has been touched by fate, thus sealing his destiny and that of the people close to him. We can only wait and see what the future brings for young Harry. Speaking of which, it's about time we deliver him to his family, don't you think?" he said while heading in the direction of the non-descript house labeled number 4. Hagrid nodded and followed Dumbledore, seeing as he was incapable of speech at the moment due to his uncontrolled sobs.
Once they reached the doorway, Dumbledore carefully scooped up Harry from Hagrid's arms and fondly stared at the miniature James Potter, silently making a vow to do everything within his power to facilitate the upbringing of this magical child. Gently putting him down on the front steps, he took out a letter addressed to the Dursleys, explaining what the young hero had gone through and how the blood wards would work around the house so long as Harry could call that place home.
After a quick glance around, he cast a muggle repelling charm and some warming charms on the blankets so the child would sleep undisturbed. Satisfied with his work, he turned to Hagrid who had been quietly sobbing in the background and gave him a reassuring smile. "Everything will be okay now, Hagrid," he said, not fully convinced himself. He had always had doubts regarding the Dursleys, even more so when Petunia selfishly cut off ties with her sister after marrying that obese muggle of a man. It had completely broken Lily to lose the last of her family, something that she had always unjustly blamed upon herself. Hoping beyond hope that the Dursleys had enough humanity and sensitivity within them to not turn their backs on an orphaned child, especially one so closely related to them, he reluctantly stepped away from the front door.
"I think it's about time we get going. We wouldn't want to draw unwanted attention." He said while giving the house one last skeptical look. He watched Hagrid mount that enormous bike of his (he could have sworn it was familiar, but couldn't recall from where) and with a mighty roar from the engine set off into the night. Giving one last glance towards the sleeping child, he murmured a quick 'good luck, Harry' before stepping out of the blood wards and apparating away.
5 Years Later
He'd done it. He'd finally taken a step too far. He knew this would prove too much for his Aunt and Uncle, but he couldn't explain what he had done, or how he had done it. He had always thought that he was different, but could never be truly sure. All he wanted was to be a normal person, just like his relatives and all the kids at school. Anytime something peculiar happened, he would always blame his poor vision, or his mind playing tricks on him with hallucinations due to being practically starved back at home. The fact that the glasses he currently had had not been made specifically for him helped convince him of his innocence whenever something 'freakish', as his Aunt and Uncle had taken to calling these weird events, happened.
Harry Potter was currently waiting outside of the Principal's office at his school, waiting for his Aunt and Uncle to come out and take him home where he would most probably be severely punished. As if they could do anything new to him. He was constantly abused and forced to do manual labor, something that he slowly grew accustomed to. Not like he had any other choice, complaining never got him anywhere, except maybe get locked in his cupboard without meals.
Looking up, he stared at his cousin Dudley, who was currently banging on the glass of a vending machine, hoping that some snacks would fall out of their place. Unlike Harry, who was short and skinny, his cousin was particularly tall and bigger than the other kids. The perfect attributes for a school bully. For as long as he could remember, Dudley had always made Harry's life even more miserable than it already was. He would deliberately try to get him into trouble, never giving a second thought as to the consequences that Harry would have to face. Because of him, almost all the kids at his school avoided him, hoping that they won't attract Dudley's attention. He never understood what he had done to earn his family's ire, and if he could, he would prove to them that he was a normal person like them as well. But deep down, he knew he wasn't. And he knew he couldn't.
Soon, more than an hour had elapsed since his guardians had stepped into the Principal's office. They were currently in there discussing the events that had transpired earlier that day.
Suddenly, the door burst open and his uncle stepped out. Vernon Dursley looked around and not even batted an eye at his son's antics, but the moment he met Harry's eyes, his face developed a murderous look. After staring at his nephew for what seemed an eternity, but was actually no more than 5 seconds, he turned and walked down the hallway. His wife gave him his back a strange look as if she had been expecting him to berate the boy for what he had done, but otherwise said nothing and followed soon after. Dudley had finally stopped banging on the vending machine and turned to look at Harry with a mischievous smile.
"You've finally done it, haven't you? Can't wait to see what punishment they come up with for you, freak!" he said, before turning and following after his parents, whistling a happy tune. Harry sighed and walked towards the exit, trying to steel himself for what might come.
-Back in the Principal's office-
"Do you mean to say, that the seven-year-old boy waiting outside that door, disappeared into thin air while running from a small band of kids, only to re-appear at the top of this school's roof? Let me ask you something Principal Sinclair, do you think I'm mental? Please explain to me how the bloody hell I'm supposed to believe that!" Exclaimed Vernon, completely aware that the aforementioned boy was certainly capable of doing what the principal had just described.
The Principle released a sigh and tried to reign in his temper. Honestly, some parents really needed to learn manners and keep their anger in check. He looked Vernon in the eye and tried to further explain the situation.
"Sir, we have multiple eyewitnesses confirming the events. Some of them even teachers for crying out loud! Let me assure you, there is absolutely no way that a seven-year-old boy could have gotten to the rooftop of this school otherwise! We had to call the fire department in order to get him down from there!" The Principle took a deep breath and massaged his temples, gathering himself.
"Now, I suspect that you know what is actually taking place, so let me give you some friendly advice, sir. This is not the first time that something weird has happened in this school with Harry stuck in the middle of it. Personally, I'm quite fond of the boy. He's a smart young pupil with a bright future ahead of him. But can you honestly tell me that he has nothing to do with these past events? All of these weird occurrences started happening right after your son began attending this institution. I want you to not only assure me that none of these things will happen again but also, I want you to guarantee that this child of yours will be of no danger to the other children in this school. Can you do that for me, Mr. Dursley?" He asked without taking his eyes of Vernon.
"How dare you assume that that abomination is our son, why if I had my way-" The principal cut Vernon off before he could even get started.
"You're completely missing the point, Mr. Dursley! I'm afraid I have no other choice in the matter but to indefinitely suspend your children!" Seeing Mr. Dursley's look of disgust and surprise, he quickly corrected himself. "Excuse me, your son and your nephew. Until you can assure me that he is of no danger to the other people attending this institution, don't even think of coming back. I'm sorry it has to be this way, but I have to prioritize the safety of not only the children and staff but that of Harry as well. Now, please be so kind as to leave my office, I have enough things on my agenda as it is." With that, the principal shuffled a few folders and started looking through them, completely ignoring the two parents sitting in front of him with astonished expressions.
-End of Flashback-
Out in the parking lot, he finally made up his mind. He would explain to his Uncle that he was not to blame, hopefully lessening his punishment somewhat. It wouldn't hurt to give it a try, things couldn't possibly get worse. Once he reached the car in which his family was waiting for him, he climbed in and took a deep breath, getting ready to explain the situation as best as he could.
Before he could say anything though, his Uncle turned around to face him. Harry was completely flabbergasted, as he had never seen his uncle this mad before. His face was a deep purple, with a little vein on his temple throbbing so hard, Harry thought it might burst. He decided at that moment that there was nothing he could say or do that would change his uncle's opinion of him, one that had finally deteriorated to the point where it was safe to say that it could not worsen.
Finally, Vernon spoke in a low, quiet voice which made Harry's back chill. "I want you to listen to me closely boy," his uncle said in a venomous tone.
"I do not care for any petty excuses you might come up with. We took you in when you were a baby out of the kindness of our hearts, put a roof over your head and fed you. You would think that would be something for which one would be grateful, but it seems I have been mistaken. I now realize what a mistake it was for us to take you in on that November night. It seems that I was right when I told Petunia that you were going to be no better than the pathetic excuse for what passed as your parents. I do not want another word from you for the rest of the trip home, am I understood? Nod yes or no boy!" exclaimed Vernon, still with a somewhat venomous tone.
Harry gulped and nodded yes, fighting hard to keep back the tears. His uncle stared at him for a couple of seconds more before turning back to the steering wheel and starting the engine. Harry could hear his cousin snickering beside him but he paid him no mind. He knew that whatever the Dursleys would come up with was way worse than the taunting of his older cousin. Resigning himself to what would surely be hell at home, he stared out of the window, trying to think of anything other than what awaited him once they arrived.
About half an hour had passed, and Harry was starting to get worried. Not only did he not recognize the neighborhood they were currently driving through, but he knew they should have arrived home by now. Thinking about asking his Uncle where they were headed, he quickly decided against it. It wouldn't do good to further enrage his guardian and earn an even harsher punishment. Looking back, Harry would never have guessed that his punishment might actually be one of the best things to happen to him. After a grueling hour of waiting, the car had finally stopped. Harry looked up and couldn't help but release a startled yelp, for standing in front of him was an old, creepy building several stories high. And next to the entrance to this building was a sign that read the following: Kingsley Orphanage, London.
So, there it is guys. Looks like Vernon has finally had it with Harry. Hope you've enjoyed this chapter, I'm planning on introducing Hermione by chapter 4 at the latest. Please make sure to let me know what you think of the story, I've really enjoyed writing it so far! Can't wait to further progress into the story. Have a nice day!
