This chapter is very short, but I will make it up for chapter
4......promise you that
Want to thank my wonderful beta-reader Cait! Thank you Cait!
Chapter 3
Harry walked down the staircase. He heard aunt Petunia talking to uncle Vernon about "growing something". He stood a while in staircase, considering not going down and keep his morning in peace or well...going down. Aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon changed subject from money to Harry, that he was an ungrateful brat who doesn't do any use ( at this moment Dudley banged the table several times, screaming over and over again, " Kick him out, kick him out...")
Harry rolled his eyes, thinking, "stupid kid". Suddenly it became silent. Uncle Vernon said something to aunt Petunia, which made her scream.
" A guest! And you haven't said anything until now, YOU, YOU, You..."
"Petunia calm down, she just wants to stay here a few days, the she is going out. And besides her parents will pay us for keeping her a few days. They say that she is going to her grandparents next. Her family is rich and she is really good girl...and very normal. She has straight A's."
Aunt Petunia smiled widely.
" Maybe she could be something for our little Dudley( at this Harry had to cover his mouth for not laughing out loud)"
In respond Dudley burped.
Soon the conversation turned to something about cars and then to Harry again, but this time Harry didn't listen. His stomach had finally chosen to not starve.
Walking into the kitchen, but first glancing at the huge picture of Dudley, aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon smiling false at his left in the dull hall, uncle Vernon grunted, aunt Petunia gave him a nasty look, and Dudley opened his mouth and showed him all the chewed food-pieces of bacon, egg, ketchup and something brown.
Harry ignored the sickening sight and went to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of milk. Just as he was about to open it, aunt Petunia stood up and grabbed the bottle from him.
"Nooooooooooooooooo! Are you crazy, boy! I need this for the cake for tonight, do you have any consideration, do you?"
She put the bottle back in the refrigerator, after she filled a cup of cold water and took a tea bag from the cupboard near Harry, muttering words like "selfish boy", "think he is something"...then something like "should kick him out soon". But Harry didn't care about what she said or didn't say, he was too used to it. Instead he took the cup from her hands and sat next to Dudley who had forgotten that Harry was near him, his eyes were transfixed on something outside the window and his mouth was hanging open. Harry turned his head and saw what Dudley was staring at. A girl.
"Dudley honey", began Aunt Petunia nervously, " is something..."but was soon interrupted by the doorbell ringing.
" Who can it be so early in the morning!?" complained uncle Vernon, while he went to open the door. His eyes bulging out of pure anger, so Harry expected an outburst on the unwanted visitor.
A long silence followed. After a minute or two uncle Vernon came in, his face was red as he muttered, " This is my brother's wife's nice".
The girl looked rather dull and vain. She had long blond hair with streaks of black colour, and her face was covered with makeup to cover red acne. Her nose pointed out in a very odd direction, as she had wanted to try home- surgery.
Harry looked down and began drinking his cold tea.
Aunt Petunia did the exact opposite, she stood up and welcomed the guest with a tight hug.
"Hello Sweetheart! Come in and sit with us. Would you like some fresh milk?" she asked, ignoring Harry's reaction. She filled a glass of milk.
Uncle Vernon motioned to Harry to stand up and give her his seat, muttering some words Harry stood up and sat on the only available chair. He scowled as he sat gingerly, the seat was kinda old and rickety.
Harry glanced at Dudley, who still looked at the girl with drawling mouth. Harry nearly choked with laughter. But remained quickly his composture, remembering how he had behaved near Cho Chang, the pretty girl who was no longer a Hogwart student. His feelings for her had almost changed to friendship...almost. He remembered the hug she had given him before going separate outside the Hogwarts train, saying " You are a great wizard Harry, it wouldn't surprise me if you find a great witch as your companion." It was that at moment Harry realised that he wasn't in love with Cho, it had just been a little crush. But to Ron, that hugged had seen everything except for friendship.
" What's your name? Aunt Petunia asked, giving uncle Vernon a nasty look for lack of information.
The girl looked from her to uncle Vernon, to Dudley and finally to Harry.
" My name is Greta", she answered with a Scottish accent.
" Oh, what a lovely name!" shrieked aunt Petunia making Dudley and uncle Vernon to nod in agreement.
" Greta Hambut Dursley"
Harry stiffed his mouth with dry bread in attempt to stifle his laughter, but crumbs kept coming out.
" You come from long Hampshore, huh? Your dad told me that yesterday, must be a beautiful city with "normal" people?" asked uncle Vernon clearing his throat, then gave a meaningful look at Harry, who avoided it.
" Yes, sir. A beautiful city indeed, with wealthy and decent people", she paused, looking at Harry, " I didn't know that you have another son, sir?", she said causing Harry to spit out tea from his mouth.
"Oh, no!", aunt Petunia said" He is just a bra...I mean a homeless boy whom we of pity received in our simple but love-filled home! And does he thank us, no he certainly doesn't!"
Harry took a towel and wiped the mess he had made on the table, receiving nasty looks from both aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon.
Greta's gaze went from both Vernon and Petunia and finally stopped at Harry. Her lips curled into a smile as she saw the boy's broad-shoulders, black unruly hair and blazing green eyes. When he bent forward to get the spot nearest her she could see his strong hands and arms gently wipe clean the table corner..." He must be training or something," she thought," Unlike him", she glanced over to Dudley who's eyes were still fixed on her.
Harry sat back, and finished his breakfast in haste for fear that he would explode into laughter.
Aunt Petunia began to talk about London and Privet Drive ( all the gossips), while uncle Vernon ate in silence with wrinkled brows (probably thinking about the new head chief at the post office) and Dudley hardly touched his food. His gaze was still on Greta.
Just as Harry was about to drink the last sip of his cold tea, he felt something touching his pants. He put down his cup, his eyes nearly bulged out when he realised what it was. It was a foot. Greta's foot.
His eyes went from aunt Petunia, to uncle Vernon and to Dudley, and saw that they hadn't noticed. He stood up quickly, his face scarlet red.
"I...I...excuse me," he managed to squeeze out. He rushed out of the kitchen, leaving a very disappointed Greta.
To be continue....
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Want to thank my wonderful beta-reader Cait! Thank you Cait!
Chapter 3
Harry walked down the staircase. He heard aunt Petunia talking to uncle Vernon about "growing something". He stood a while in staircase, considering not going down and keep his morning in peace or well...going down. Aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon changed subject from money to Harry, that he was an ungrateful brat who doesn't do any use ( at this moment Dudley banged the table several times, screaming over and over again, " Kick him out, kick him out...")
Harry rolled his eyes, thinking, "stupid kid". Suddenly it became silent. Uncle Vernon said something to aunt Petunia, which made her scream.
" A guest! And you haven't said anything until now, YOU, YOU, You..."
"Petunia calm down, she just wants to stay here a few days, the she is going out. And besides her parents will pay us for keeping her a few days. They say that she is going to her grandparents next. Her family is rich and she is really good girl...and very normal. She has straight A's."
Aunt Petunia smiled widely.
" Maybe she could be something for our little Dudley( at this Harry had to cover his mouth for not laughing out loud)"
In respond Dudley burped.
Soon the conversation turned to something about cars and then to Harry again, but this time Harry didn't listen. His stomach had finally chosen to not starve.
Walking into the kitchen, but first glancing at the huge picture of Dudley, aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon smiling false at his left in the dull hall, uncle Vernon grunted, aunt Petunia gave him a nasty look, and Dudley opened his mouth and showed him all the chewed food-pieces of bacon, egg, ketchup and something brown.
Harry ignored the sickening sight and went to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of milk. Just as he was about to open it, aunt Petunia stood up and grabbed the bottle from him.
"Nooooooooooooooooo! Are you crazy, boy! I need this for the cake for tonight, do you have any consideration, do you?"
She put the bottle back in the refrigerator, after she filled a cup of cold water and took a tea bag from the cupboard near Harry, muttering words like "selfish boy", "think he is something"...then something like "should kick him out soon". But Harry didn't care about what she said or didn't say, he was too used to it. Instead he took the cup from her hands and sat next to Dudley who had forgotten that Harry was near him, his eyes were transfixed on something outside the window and his mouth was hanging open. Harry turned his head and saw what Dudley was staring at. A girl.
"Dudley honey", began Aunt Petunia nervously, " is something..."but was soon interrupted by the doorbell ringing.
" Who can it be so early in the morning!?" complained uncle Vernon, while he went to open the door. His eyes bulging out of pure anger, so Harry expected an outburst on the unwanted visitor.
A long silence followed. After a minute or two uncle Vernon came in, his face was red as he muttered, " This is my brother's wife's nice".
The girl looked rather dull and vain. She had long blond hair with streaks of black colour, and her face was covered with makeup to cover red acne. Her nose pointed out in a very odd direction, as she had wanted to try home- surgery.
Harry looked down and began drinking his cold tea.
Aunt Petunia did the exact opposite, she stood up and welcomed the guest with a tight hug.
"Hello Sweetheart! Come in and sit with us. Would you like some fresh milk?" she asked, ignoring Harry's reaction. She filled a glass of milk.
Uncle Vernon motioned to Harry to stand up and give her his seat, muttering some words Harry stood up and sat on the only available chair. He scowled as he sat gingerly, the seat was kinda old and rickety.
Harry glanced at Dudley, who still looked at the girl with drawling mouth. Harry nearly choked with laughter. But remained quickly his composture, remembering how he had behaved near Cho Chang, the pretty girl who was no longer a Hogwart student. His feelings for her had almost changed to friendship...almost. He remembered the hug she had given him before going separate outside the Hogwarts train, saying " You are a great wizard Harry, it wouldn't surprise me if you find a great witch as your companion." It was that at moment Harry realised that he wasn't in love with Cho, it had just been a little crush. But to Ron, that hugged had seen everything except for friendship.
" What's your name? Aunt Petunia asked, giving uncle Vernon a nasty look for lack of information.
The girl looked from her to uncle Vernon, to Dudley and finally to Harry.
" My name is Greta", she answered with a Scottish accent.
" Oh, what a lovely name!" shrieked aunt Petunia making Dudley and uncle Vernon to nod in agreement.
" Greta Hambut Dursley"
Harry stiffed his mouth with dry bread in attempt to stifle his laughter, but crumbs kept coming out.
" You come from long Hampshore, huh? Your dad told me that yesterday, must be a beautiful city with "normal" people?" asked uncle Vernon clearing his throat, then gave a meaningful look at Harry, who avoided it.
" Yes, sir. A beautiful city indeed, with wealthy and decent people", she paused, looking at Harry, " I didn't know that you have another son, sir?", she said causing Harry to spit out tea from his mouth.
"Oh, no!", aunt Petunia said" He is just a bra...I mean a homeless boy whom we of pity received in our simple but love-filled home! And does he thank us, no he certainly doesn't!"
Harry took a towel and wiped the mess he had made on the table, receiving nasty looks from both aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon.
Greta's gaze went from both Vernon and Petunia and finally stopped at Harry. Her lips curled into a smile as she saw the boy's broad-shoulders, black unruly hair and blazing green eyes. When he bent forward to get the spot nearest her she could see his strong hands and arms gently wipe clean the table corner..." He must be training or something," she thought," Unlike him", she glanced over to Dudley who's eyes were still fixed on her.
Harry sat back, and finished his breakfast in haste for fear that he would explode into laughter.
Aunt Petunia began to talk about London and Privet Drive ( all the gossips), while uncle Vernon ate in silence with wrinkled brows (probably thinking about the new head chief at the post office) and Dudley hardly touched his food. His gaze was still on Greta.
Just as Harry was about to drink the last sip of his cold tea, he felt something touching his pants. He put down his cup, his eyes nearly bulged out when he realised what it was. It was a foot. Greta's foot.
His eyes went from aunt Petunia, to uncle Vernon and to Dudley, and saw that they hadn't noticed. He stood up quickly, his face scarlet red.
"I...I...excuse me," he managed to squeeze out. He rushed out of the kitchen, leaving a very disappointed Greta.
To be continue....
Now review, review, review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you want me to continue review, review, review!!!!!!!!!!!! If you like the story, review, review, review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I live for reviews, flames are also welcomed....
Claudia
