Harry's Aunty
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A/N: Basically Harry finds out he has an aunt that he
never knew about, so basically the title.
As the year went on Harry would offer to take Ron and
Hermione's transfiguration homework so that who could talk to Professor
McGonagall about his parents and his dad when he was young. He still hadn't got
round to telling them about McGonagall being his aunt, by the time they were on
the Hogwarts Express. In fact he hadn't told them about him leaving the
Dursley's. As the train neared Kings Cross Station, Harry thought it would be a
good time to tell them something.
"I'm not staying with the Dursley's this summer, in
fact I'm never going back to them except for a night when I have to pick my
thing up." Harry blurted out. Hermione and Ron stared at him.
"Where are you going? Are you going to come and live
with us," Ron asked with excitement in his voice. Just then the train halted to
a stop and the three of them heaved their luggage out of the compartment.
"I'm not going to tell you where I'm staying yet but
Pig or Errol will no where to find me. I'll send you both letters when I get
there I promise." Harry explained, as they walked through the door Harry
noticed Uncle Vernon standing away from Mrs Weasley.
"I better go, bye," Harry said as he walked over to
his uncle. Uncle Vernon didn't even acknowledge Harry and walked towards the
car. Harry quickly turned round and smiled at Ron and Hermione. Once the car
had pulled up outside Privet Drive Uncle Vernon took Harry's trunk out of the
boot and left it on the ground for Harry to take inside. As Harry heaved his
trunk up the stairs he remembered the letter he had been given by Dumbledore,
he continued to heave his trunk upstairs, but made a mental note to give the
letter to his aunt and uncle before 8 o'clock. As he sat down on his bed he
unfold the note and re-read it, to make sure it wasn't a dream.
Dear Mr and Mrs Dursley,
Your nephew Harry Potter will be picked
up at 8pm on Friday 1st July by his aunt Minerva McGonagall. We
would like to thank you for taking care of young Harry, and I'm sure his aunt
will express her gratefulness when she arrives. We are also writing to inform
you that Harry will be spending the rest of his holidays with his aunt.
Yours
sincerely
Albus
Dumbledore.
Harry ran down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Aunt Petunia I have a letter from my school, it
concerns you and Uncle Vernon," he explained.
"Well give it here then boy," his aunt said as she
snatched the letter out of his hand. She read the letter, and then re-read it
again.
"Vernon," she shouted. "Come and look at this." Uncle
Vernon walked into the room and took the letter out of his wife's hand, and
read the letter.
"Is your stuff packed boy," he asked. Harry nodded
his head.
"I didn't bother unpacking."
" Good then you'll be gone quickly I should hope.
This aunt his she one of your kind?" Uncle Vernon asked. Harry nodded his head.
" She will be arriving like normal people do won't she? I don't want any of
that funny business going on under my roof do you understand me?" Harry nodded
his head again at his uncle's question.
" This aunt of yours" Aunt Petunia piped up " Do you
know her?" Harry once again nodded his head. "How long have you known her?" she
asked.
"Oh about five years," Harry replied staring at his
aunt inquisitively.
"How do you know her?" she asked
"She's one of my teachers at school, why are you so
interested? I would have thought you would have been happy if I went to any
ones house as long as it wasn't yours." Harry replied to his aunt.
" Well-
A ring at the doorbell took their attention away from
the conversation they were having and Uncle Vernon got up from his chair and
went to answer the door.
"I'm sorry we're early, its just that we need to be
home soon I'm having guests over and I thought it would be better to come and
pick Harry up earlier than planed, I hope it hasn't caused any inconvenience.
McGonagall explained to Uncle Vernon. He stepped aside and let McGonagall in
she was followed in by a young girl around Harry's age. Uncle Vernon led them
into the lounge and introduced her to Aunt Petunia.
"Harry would you like to go and get your things. Nat
go and help him." She told them both, Harry led his new cousin up to his room.
"Someone ahs a lot of broken toys," she stated as she
looked around the room.
"I know there my cousin Dudley's toys I don't get any
thing like that." Harry told her.
"Really, I was told they weren't too nice but no one
knew it was this bad," she commented as she moved over to Hedwig. "Is this your
owl?" she asked. Harry nodded his head,
"Yep that's Hedwig," Natalie stroked the bird and
turned her head to smile at Harry.
They suddenly heard shouting coming from downstairs
it sounded as though McGonagall was having an argument with his aunt.
"Come on we better go and see what's going on," Harry
said as he grabbed one end of his trunk. Natalie grabbed the other end and
Hedwig's cage, and followed Harry down the stairs.
"Good I'm glad you two are hear were leaving now!"
McGonagall told them and walked out the house. Natalie glanced Harry and
followed her mom out the house.
"Well bye then, it was nice knowing the three of
you," Harry said as he walked out of the house. McGonagall helped Harry put the
trunk into the boot and got into the back of the car with Hedwig.
After a few minutes of driving in silence Natalie
turned around and began chatting to Harry about school, she asked him what
Hogwarts was like and about his friends. After a few minutes they had gotten
bored of talking about school and the conversation turned to Quidditch. Harry
found out that Natalie played chaser and he told her about the Quidditch final
in his third year. She was a very good audience and even called Malfoy a name
that earned her a playful smack around the head from her mom.
"Is any one hungry," McGonagall asked them.
"Yep," Harry and Natalie answered together.
"But only if we can have a McDonalds Natalie added.'
McGonagall smiled at her daughter and drove into the drive-thru.
A/N: I'm only 13 so No Flamers. Thank you. Oh and
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