Harry Potter and the Baby
1 Chapter One
Little Alexandria
To say that Harry was shocked when he got home that summer would have been an understatement. When he got home he was faced with the fact that there was another Dursley in the household. A baby. Born on November13th of 1994, little eight-month-old Alexandria Jean Dursley was staying in his room. He was un- allowed to have his trunk in the room.
He had sneaked his wand out though and hid it in his pocket at all times. Alexandria was very different from the rest of the Dursley's, but more like him somehow. She had red hair and green eyes so similar to his own that it was creepy. The red hair was probably in the genes, but no one knew how to explain the eyes. Aunt Petunia though cooed it happily, if not tiredly.
Harry was forced to help out with the baby since Dudley had decided that he wanted to stay at a friend's house all summer. Though it was truly hard word taking care of a baby, he didn't complain. As long as he didn't have to do any other chores he was happy to comply. Alexandria seemed to not have the eating- everything-in-sight gene that Dudley had and was easy to carry around. She seemed to be a fast learner and was able to crawl easily.
She was very fond of Hedwig, though Aunt Petunia threatened to kill him and the owl if it hurt Alexandria in any way. Hedwig seemed to like the attention. She happily stayed still as Alexandria cooed, giggled, and laughed as she poked and prodded her, though carefully, as if knowing that it wasn't supposed to be treated like a toy. Harry had Owled Ron and Hermione about it the second he had been able too. Ron was not very helpful, as he knew truly zilch about babies.
Hermione, though, helped a bunch. Now, wizard and Muggle baby books littered his room. Aunt Petunia didn't comment on this just told him to make sure that Alexandria didn't see the pictures. Uncle Vernon hadn't tried to kill him so he took this as a good sign. Harry now knew more about babies then he liked to admit.
Alexandria seemed to help Harry with hi nightmares at night, when he needed to just have some kind of company. Weeks went by without incident, though Harry should have known that it had been to quiet. Every chance he got he talked to Alexandria about the Wizarding World. She paid rapt attention as if actually knowing what he said and understood him. And that's where my story starts.
"Alexandria Jean Dursley! Put it down! Your not allowed to chew on quills like that!" Harry said loudly.
It was already July the 16th and Alexandria had somehow gotten hold of his wand. She sat on his bed happily giggling waving around his wand. He didn't expect anything to happen as he tried to grab the wand from the supposed Muggle baby. Suddenly golden sparks flew out of his wand as Alexandria hit his head.
The sparks were harmless, but shocked he still was that his wand actually acted in the babies hand. He quickly took the wand away, but was smiling. 'Ahh, to see Aunt Petunia's face when they receive The Letter.' Harry thought with a snort. He then, as he cleaned his and her room, about Hogwarts. She giggled when he called Professor Snape the "Greasy Haired Git," and when he told her that Professor Dumbledore was sometimes "Off his Rocker" as Ron said it.
That night no one would be able to forget, not even in death . . .
1 Chapter One
Little Alexandria
To say that Harry was shocked when he got home that summer would have been an understatement. When he got home he was faced with the fact that there was another Dursley in the household. A baby. Born on November13th of 1994, little eight-month-old Alexandria Jean Dursley was staying in his room. He was un- allowed to have his trunk in the room.
He had sneaked his wand out though and hid it in his pocket at all times. Alexandria was very different from the rest of the Dursley's, but more like him somehow. She had red hair and green eyes so similar to his own that it was creepy. The red hair was probably in the genes, but no one knew how to explain the eyes. Aunt Petunia though cooed it happily, if not tiredly.
Harry was forced to help out with the baby since Dudley had decided that he wanted to stay at a friend's house all summer. Though it was truly hard word taking care of a baby, he didn't complain. As long as he didn't have to do any other chores he was happy to comply. Alexandria seemed to not have the eating- everything-in-sight gene that Dudley had and was easy to carry around. She seemed to be a fast learner and was able to crawl easily.
She was very fond of Hedwig, though Aunt Petunia threatened to kill him and the owl if it hurt Alexandria in any way. Hedwig seemed to like the attention. She happily stayed still as Alexandria cooed, giggled, and laughed as she poked and prodded her, though carefully, as if knowing that it wasn't supposed to be treated like a toy. Harry had Owled Ron and Hermione about it the second he had been able too. Ron was not very helpful, as he knew truly zilch about babies.
Hermione, though, helped a bunch. Now, wizard and Muggle baby books littered his room. Aunt Petunia didn't comment on this just told him to make sure that Alexandria didn't see the pictures. Uncle Vernon hadn't tried to kill him so he took this as a good sign. Harry now knew more about babies then he liked to admit.
Alexandria seemed to help Harry with hi nightmares at night, when he needed to just have some kind of company. Weeks went by without incident, though Harry should have known that it had been to quiet. Every chance he got he talked to Alexandria about the Wizarding World. She paid rapt attention as if actually knowing what he said and understood him. And that's where my story starts.
"Alexandria Jean Dursley! Put it down! Your not allowed to chew on quills like that!" Harry said loudly.
It was already July the 16th and Alexandria had somehow gotten hold of his wand. She sat on his bed happily giggling waving around his wand. He didn't expect anything to happen as he tried to grab the wand from the supposed Muggle baby. Suddenly golden sparks flew out of his wand as Alexandria hit his head.
The sparks were harmless, but shocked he still was that his wand actually acted in the babies hand. He quickly took the wand away, but was smiling. 'Ahh, to see Aunt Petunia's face when they receive The Letter.' Harry thought with a snort. He then, as he cleaned his and her room, about Hogwarts. She giggled when he called Professor Snape the "Greasy Haired Git," and when he told her that Professor Dumbledore was sometimes "Off his Rocker" as Ron said it.
That night no one would be able to forget, not even in death . . .