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A/N- I love flames and reviews since I'm new to writing and both are
helpful. If you review I'll reply to you, I promise. It helps to listen to
the Moulin Rouge soundtrack while you read. I'm hoping it'll become long,
but that will only happen if I get reviews. I love you all for reading.
This takes place in PofA and it uses a lot of dialogue from the book. It is
mostly Petunia's POV of the whole thing with an occasional flashback.
Italics: thoughts ~~~: Flashback
Chapter one "Hang on!" barked Vernon Dursley. "You didn't tell us where this maniacs' escaped from! What use is that? Lunatic could be coming up the street right now!" Petunia Dursley walked to the window to hide her expression. So he had escaped. The one the letter said had betrayed her sister had escaped, she thought to herself. "When will they learn hanging's the only way to deal with these people", Vernon exclaimed. "Very true", said Petunia absentmindedly. He wouldn't possibly harm us would he? Those magic people, they'd magic him back into prison, surely. Back into prison and execute him. No need to panic. No need to remind Vernon just who the prisoner on the television was. "I'd better be off in a minute, Petunia. Marge's train gets in at ten." Marge. She had once told me that I wasn't good enough to marry Vernon. She still feels that way. "She- she's not coning here is she", the boy asks. Honestly, sometimes I think I dread her visits more than the boy. Vernon went off into the next room and headed for the door, the boy following. Within a minute they had started arguing, leaving Petunia to her own very confused thoughts. The boy always had a disrespect for authority. Vernon came in momentarily and asked if Dudley wanted to come along with him. "Dudley's got to make himself smart for his auntie", Petunia replied quickly, automatically smoothing her son's lovely blonde hair. "Mummy's bought him a lovely new bow tie". Marge won't think I can't raise Vernon's son to dress well. I'll have her know I can raise him pride. Vernon left, the boy following him.
Italics: thoughts ~~~: Flashback
Chapter one "Hang on!" barked Vernon Dursley. "You didn't tell us where this maniacs' escaped from! What use is that? Lunatic could be coming up the street right now!" Petunia Dursley walked to the window to hide her expression. So he had escaped. The one the letter said had betrayed her sister had escaped, she thought to herself. "When will they learn hanging's the only way to deal with these people", Vernon exclaimed. "Very true", said Petunia absentmindedly. He wouldn't possibly harm us would he? Those magic people, they'd magic him back into prison, surely. Back into prison and execute him. No need to panic. No need to remind Vernon just who the prisoner on the television was. "I'd better be off in a minute, Petunia. Marge's train gets in at ten." Marge. She had once told me that I wasn't good enough to marry Vernon. She still feels that way. "She- she's not coning here is she", the boy asks. Honestly, sometimes I think I dread her visits more than the boy. Vernon went off into the next room and headed for the door, the boy following. Within a minute they had started arguing, leaving Petunia to her own very confused thoughts. The boy always had a disrespect for authority. Vernon came in momentarily and asked if Dudley wanted to come along with him. "Dudley's got to make himself smart for his auntie", Petunia replied quickly, automatically smoothing her son's lovely blonde hair. "Mummy's bought him a lovely new bow tie". Marge won't think I can't raise Vernon's son to dress well. I'll have her know I can raise him pride. Vernon left, the boy following him.