The Secret Lives of the Dursleys
Thanks everyone who reviewed the first part! This is at the end of his 3rd year, BTW. The first paragraph is taken from the last chapter of PoA. Also, the little stars, (***) indicates the break between what happens to Harry, and what happens to the Dursleys. I hope you enjoy!!
And, grinning broadly at the look of horror on Uncle Vernon's face, Harry set off to the station exit, Hedwig rattling along in front of him, for what looked like a much better summer then the last.
Uncle Vernon followed his nephew, aghast. "He knows about Sirius!" he said to himself.
As soon as they got to Privet Drive, Harry took his trunk out of the car and into his room. Uncle Vernon headed upstairs to warn Petunia. "Petunia, he knows about Sirius being innocent!" Vernon bellowed. Petunia gasped in disbelief.
"Did he have another run-in with Voldemort?" she asked anxiously.
"No, not this year."
"Thank the lord. Well, I'll put away our wands so Harry doesn't see them," she said, yanking Vernon's wand away from him and putting it in a shoebox under their bed.
The following day Dudley returned from his school. He, of course, did not know that Sirius was innocent, so his parents did not tell him what had happened to Harry during the school year.
When the invitation came from the Weasleys, Vernon didn't know whether or not to let Harry go. Harry would be safe with Arthur and Molly, who were fully capable to protect him, and yet . . . Vernon didn't want to let Harry out of his sight. After much thought, he decided to let Harry go and have some fun at the Quidditch match.
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Harry was deliriously happy. He would be leaving the Dursleys two weeks earlier then usual! He ran upstairs to pack, therefore missing the odd look on his uncle's face.
***
When Harry returned to Hogwarts safely, Dumbledore sent an owl to Vernon and Petunia. As the Hogwarts owl flapped off, the headmaster seriously thought about the arrangement for Harry Potter over the summer. He rather thought the boy was beginning to suspect something. He sighed and turned back to his paperwork. "Anything involving The Boy Who Lived is generally complicated," he thought to himself. "What else is new?"
When Harry's name was selected from the Goblet of Fire, Vernon was horrified. He insisted on going up to Hogwarts for the Tasks, but Dumbledore interfered with a very well worded owl. 'It would be better for Harry if you stayed in your Muggle location," he wrote. 'After all, as a famous witch once said, he who holds large demon sword frightens others immensely, and he who holds large fake demon sword scares none but the easily frightened.'
Vernon and Petunia were very stressed that year, worrying about Harry. They scanned the Daily Prophet for headlines like, "Scar Boy Killed in Freak Accident, Divination Teacher Says, 'I Told You So," or "You-Know-Who Defeater in Critical Condition at St. Mungo's Hospital for the Rich and Famous."
They owled Dumbledore once a week and franticly bit their nails. When they heard about Mad-Eye Moody and Cedric, Petunia started crying. Vernon awkwardly patted her shoulder.
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When Harry started his 5th year at Hogwarts he was more wary then ever then ever and extensively studied Defense Against the Dark Arts. Ron also started dating Hermione that year, making Harry insanely jealous. His classes got much better also, except for Potions. For DATDA there was a young witch who knew a lot about defensive spells and charms, and a wizard with some common sense replaced Trelawny.
One afternoon Harry was sitting in his dorm room with nothing to do. It was a Hogsmeade trip, but he didn't go with Ron and Hermione. He didn't think he could stand watching Ron and Hermione make out on the bench by the Magical Gift Shop one more time.
He flipped through the photo album that Hagrid had given him. He came across a small picture of his parents, Sirius, and two witches and a wizard he didn't know. One of the witches and the wizard had blonde hair, and the other witch had dark brown hair. They were all frowning at Lily and James, who were kissing.
Harry was curious about the picture, so he brought it down to Hagrid's hut. "Hagrid!" he called.
Hagrid emerged from the hut with Fang by his side. " 'Ello, 'Arry," he said, with his mouth full of something sticky.
"Hagrid, could you tell me who is in this photo with my parents and Sirius Black?" he asked.
Hagrid peered at the small picture. "Well, the two girls wer yer mum's best friends. The blonde witch is Alexia Hunter, I think, and the other girl is her other friend, Lisbeth Kieker. And the wizard is Geoffrey Hunter, Alexia's twin brother and Lisbeth's fiancé," said Hagrid.
Harry was fascinated. He didn't know much about his mum's friends. "So what happened to, . . .them?" he asked eagerly, not remembering all of their names.
Hagrid smiled thoughtfully. "Well," he said. "Geoffrey and Lisbeth were married a few weeks after your mum and dad. Then," Hagrid said, suddenly frowning, "they disappeared. Right after You-Know-Who came to your house. A few days before you went to live with the Dursleys.
"Alexia married Amos Diggory. She currently, I believe, is a doctor, Apparting to disaster scenes and curing people."
Harry nodded as if he understood. "Why aren't they in any other pictures?" he asked.
"Well, Harry, I mostly got these photos from your dad's friends, Remus Lupin and Susie Pettigrew. (Peter Pettigrew's dear mother, you know). Lisbeth, Alexia and Geoffrey were mainly your mum's friends. Different Houses, you know," Hagrid concluded.
Harry flipped a few pages and they looked at other pictures together, with Hagrid occasionally pointing out people, including Neville's parents, the Weasley's and a younger version of Severes Snape.
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Harry hurried back to the Gryffindor common room to greet Ron and Hermione. On his way he was ambushed by Draco Malfoy. "Potter," he said in an undertone. "Voldemort is on his way to kill you. Tell Dumbledore. I can't say any more, they might be watching." He turned and walked hurridly away. Harry stared at him. Malfoy warning him about Voldemort? Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.