Disclaimer: All of the characters belong to JK
Rowling
Authors Note: This is my first attempt at a
proper Fic, so I hope you guys enjoy it. Please review and let me know what you think!
Harry Potter was sitting on a dirty
floor, attempting to brush some of the dust, which presently covered his shirt
and trousers, off of him. He had been
up in the Dursley's loft almost all day because his Uncle and Aunt had demanded
that he clean and sort all the junk that had been cluttering it up. He gazed
tiredly around him. There was only one
box left to sort out, so he slowly dragged it toward him and began to sift
through the contents. The first thing
he came across was a rather crumpled photo. In it was a man with Jet-black messy hair, who he was standing next to
woman whose long, red hair was being tugged by a baby she was holding. The baby
looked exactly like the man, except for the colour of his eyes, which were the
same as his woman's; Emerald green.
"Mum…Dad…" Harry murmured as he gazed at his parents
and himself as a baby. He had photos of his parents in an album that Hagrid had
made for him in his first year at Hogwarts but he had never seen a photo where
he had been with them. His eyes were starting to feel a bit wet, so with
shaking hands he put the photo down and looked up at the box. Would there be more of his parent's things
in there? He looked at it for a long
time and realised that there were faint words written on the side. He leaned closer to get a better look and
saw that 'Property of the Potters' was
written on the side. Harry felt a hot surge of anger course through him. The Dursley's must have been given what was
left of his parent's belongings after they had died and their house had been
destroyed. For all these years this box
had been in this loft, doing nothing except gathering dust.
'How dare they!' Harry thought as he continued to
stare at the box. 'These are my parents
things and now there mine. How could
they keep them from me?' Harry had half
a mind to march downstairs and demand an explanation from his Aunt and Uncle
but knew that any mention of his parents would only spark up a huge row. The Dursley's hated any mention of his mum
and dad as they considered them to be freaks, just because they were Wizards.
With a sigh Harry put his hands back inside the box
and lifted out the next thing that came into contact with them. At first glance it looked like a long,
rectangular piece of blank card. Harry
frowned, why had this been kept? He
turned it over and read:
Certified
Copy of an Entry of Birth
Pursuant to the Births and Deaths Registration Act, 1964.
It
was a Birth Certificate. At first Harry
thought that it could be his, but after scanning the page he realised that the
birth date was years before his, so it must be one of his parents. He looked down at the section reading 'Name,
if any' and saw that 'Lilith, Anne' had been written.
"Lilith…" Harry repeated, "Or Lily for
short." He added with a smile. It was
his mother's certificate. Harry didn't
know anything about his mum's parents or really anything about her…except
for the fact that she had gone to Hogwarts, left and then married Harry's
father. He looked at the next section
and saw the heading 'Name and Surname of Father'.
Harry
looked down to read his Grandfathers name and stopped dead. His heart felt like it was about to explode
inside his rib cage and his chest tightened, as he began to breathe rapidly.
It
read:
Name and Surname of Father
Thomas
Marvolo
Riddle
Harry stared at the name for a long time
and eventually he began to shake, not from fear or shock however, but from laughter. He couldn't help it; Harry laughed and
laughed at the complete absurdity of what was written in front of him.
He was still laughing ten minutes later
when his Aunt poked her Horse-face through the hatch and up into the loft,
demanding to know why he was making so much noise and what was so funny. Harry slowly managed to calm down and stop
laughing. He wiped away the tears that
had been flowing down his face.
"My mum…why does it say on her Birth
certificate that her fathers name was Riddle? Your surname before Dursley was Evans…so why wasn't hers?" He asked shakily. Petunia's eyes went wide in shock, whatever she had expected him
to say, it clearly was not that. Then
her expression changed to a mix of rage and hate.
"Your mother was adopted into MY
family!" She spat angrily, "My parents took her in and gave her my
surname. Her own family didn't want
her, so she came in and stole MINE! It was all because her mother gave her
up…something about protecting her from the father an…" She suddenly stopped and
looked up at Harry in horror, as if she had suddenly realised that she was
answering his questions, which is something that the Dursley's never did. A closed expression replaced the horrified
one on her face.
"Finish up here boy, and then go to your
room. I'll bring your dinner up to
you." Petunia said calmly, as if their
previous conversation had never happened. Then as quickly as she had arrived, she was gone, leaving Harry alone.
A/N: Please review guys…I need to know what you guys
think, so that I can improve.
