Harry Potter and the Magical Muggle (3/?)
Author: Zoz
Author email: Zozum56@hotmail.com
Category: drama action adventure
Keywords: Dursleys, Harry, 5th year
Spoilers: For all four books
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Before Harry's 5th year at Hogwarts, the Dursleys hit a bump in
the road along their journey of blind hatred toward all things magical. One of
them discovers that their muggleness may not be so Muggle after all. Could
there be magic hiding amongst this trio? If so, how can the Dursleys and Harry
cope with this revelation?
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Other citations will be made where necessary.
Chapter 3: Golden Revelations
As the entire Dursley family and Harry remained shell shocked over the spontaneous exploding glasses, there came a steady pounding on the front door of Number 4 Privet Drive. Since no one looked as if they were going to answer the door, Harry politely offered to see who was there.
"Don't bother boy. We don't want the neighbors to see you in our presence as much as they already have to," Uncle Vernon bitingly replied recovering from the chaos that was seeping into his daily life. As Uncle Vernon went to answer the door, Harry felt lost. The only sound in the kitchen was made by Dudley whimpering under his breath holding his hands to his ears while rocking back and forth under the kitchen table. What should I say to Aunt Petunia and Dudley? What is the correct thing to say in these types of situations if there is anything actually correct to say! After much internal debate, Harry went with, "Are you okay, Aunt Petunia?" He cringed after he asked his question. What a stupid thing to say! Of course she is not okay! She just had a huge row with her husband where they concluded that they wished they never married each other. Before Aunt Petunia had the chance to answer Harry's polite, but seemingly stupid question, they heard Uncle Vernon roar from the living room, "Not in my house, you don't!" But it was too late because two figures swept into the kitchen wearing cloaks.
"Mr. Potter? The name is Scarlet Mahogany and this is Kendrick Green," She stated as she motioned to a tall man dressed in forest green robes with a black cloak and green trim to match. "I am from the Improper Use of Magic Office and Mr. Green is from the Accidental Magic Reversal Department. It seems that you have violated the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, 1875, Paragraph C. It is also come to our attention that this has not been your first violation. Apparently in August of 1992, a Hover Charm was detected at your place of residence as well as in August of 1993, you blew up one, Miss Marjorie Dursley. In the past, we have overlooked certain behaviors of yours, but due to recent circumstances the Ministry of Magic feels that this will no longer be the case in regarding the Boy Who Lived. What do you have to say in your defense Mr. Potter?" Ms. Mahogany declared as she tapped her foot impatiently. Harry was a lost for words. What could he say?
"It—ER—it wasn't me!" he choked out lamely. Ms. Mahogany peered down at him over her thick sparkling red glasses. "I don't know why or how the glasses burst. They just did! As of the charge in 1992, that wasn't me. It—it was a house-elf."
"Likely story, Mr. Potter. Next we know you will be blaming the Muggles that you live with! Really, it just happened and you just conveniently don't know why the glasses burst! Take him in Mr. Green. We will get to the bottom of this. Perhaps, Mr. Potter would be more willing to talk to the Minister, himself!" she practically shouted the last words as her face became redder and redder to match her crimson robes underneath her black cloak with red trim. Uncle Vernon began chuckling and suddenly it was an all out roar of laughter.
"I knew he would finally get what he had coming to him! He has been living off my family's generosity every since his parents had the decency to get blown up by that mad man wizard. Finally people are seeing him for the screw up that he really is. The Boy Who Lived! Triwizard Champion! He is nothing more than a common murderer and thief!" Uncle Vernon exclaimed as he waved his hands around. He looked like a fat bird trying to take flight, but failing because the sheer massiveness of his size kept him grounded.
"Mr. Dursley, I believe that you are going a bit far. It is true that Mr. Potter has been given certain allowances in the past due to previous circumstances, but he is not a murderer or a thief! Furthermore, I will not have you talk so callously about Lily and James Potter in my presence. They were both one of the most powerful wizards or witches that the Ministry has seen in ages!" Mr. Green exclaimed, annoyed that a mere Muggle would find fault with three of the most prestigious people of the magical world. "We are going to take Harry in for questioning to get to the bottom of his catastrophe and then we will assign the punishment as the Ministry deems fit." Harry groaned. Apparently innocent until proven guilty meant nothing in the wizardry world. They already think that I am guilty no matter what I have to say for myself, which was pretty pathetic by the way, Harry thought as he chided himself on his defense. It wasn't me? What did you think they were going to say? Oh, of course, Mr. Potter. Whatever you say, Mr. Potter. If you say it wasn't you, then it definitely wasn't you, Mr. Potter! Harry groaned again. This day just keeps on getting worse and worse.
"Isn't there some sort of magical label or tag that lingers after the magic has been produced that you can use to tell who destroyed these glasses?" Harry asked.
"I don't see why that would be important, Mr. Potter. You are the only wizard in the house," Ms. Mahogany exclaimed. "Stop trying to delay your punishment. You tactics may work with Headmaster Dumbledore at Hogwarts to get yourself out of trouble, but they will not work with Mr. Fudge and the Ministry. He will see through your silly charade."
Not very likely, Harry muttered to himself. "Couldn't you just humor me? If it is my "magical label" then wouldn't it be an open and shut case for you people. If I am wrong, I promise to come with you quietly to accept my punishment," Harry pleaded while doing his best to turn on his "Boy Who Lived charm." Privately, he was hoping that if they did agree to this that it better not be his magical label because if it was he had a feeling that he was going to be expelled from Hogwarts and he was going to be facing charges from the Minster of Magic, himself. I can see how that would play in the papers. The headline would read: The Boy Who Lived: Expelled and Disowned. Uggh! The press would have a field day with this.
"I suppose that we could humor the boy, just this once," Mr. Green replied as he performed the charm. Suddenly, rays of golden light were coming off of the broken pieces of glass and flowing towards Aunt Petunia illuminating her as if she was an angel from heaven.
Suddenly, there was mass chaos. Harry exclaimed, "Aunt Petunia, you're a witch?" as Uncle Vernon shouted, "Not over my dead body!" while Aunt Petunia shrieked and fainted to the floor as Mr. Green chuckled, "Why, this does make things interesting!"
