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Harry Potter and the Revelation of Aunt Petunia

By: Draco Malfoy

Chapter one: Midnight Stranger















Harry lay on his bed as he watched the dust fly through the transparent beam of sunlight. He couldn't help but relish the peace and quiet of not having to put up with Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia as much. Ever since Lupin, Tonks, Moody and Mr. Weasley gave them that 'little speech' at Kings Cross Station.





Harry moved to turn on his side, then peered across the room to the empty cage which belonged to Hedwig. She still hasn't come back from her late night prowl.



'Exactly what could she be doing?' harry thought to himself.





He shrugged his shoulders and clambered to his feet slowly, walking across the room to the closet mirror. He looked at his scar for a moment, as if to see if it had changed in the least bit; But to his disappointment, it was still there.





He still gazed at it intently, remembering the moment in the Gryffindor Dormitory where he had so hoped to get a response from Sirius in the two-way mirror.





' Get a grip on yourself Harry, He isn't coming back. ' His sub conscience was telling him. ' Besides, it's not your fault he died. ' It said again.





He knew this was true, but on the inside was a terrible pang of hatred towards himself for believing that dream. If only he had ignored it and stayed away from the Department of Mysteries. Not only did he lose the person he cared most dearly about, he put his friends in grave danger to being exposed to Lord Voldemorts' death eaters.





He stepped away from the mirror and sat at his desk which was poised in the direction of the window in front of him. He gave a sigh as he continued to expect Hedwig coming towards it at any moment. After a brief moment of waiting, he climbed back into his bed and fell asleep instantly.



*****





Instantly he began dreaming of the night at the Ministry of Magic and always reliving the site of seeing Sirius being thrown behind the veil; but for some reason the dream ended there and always led him to the street down by Wysteria Walk.





He could see trees in the background and 4 figures in which seemed to be making haste towards one another. From his point of view, he could see 3 creatures, closely resembling what wizards called Dementors; but didn't seem to have the characteristics of one though. then, to the right of them, he could see a pretty tall, petite woman who must have been a witch. Harry knew this from all of the mumble of curses and jinxes that she were distributing at the creatures.





' Protego! ' shouted the witch.



' Funny, I think I have heard her somewhere, her voice sounds so familiar. ' Harry thought to himself.





' You leave me no choice! ' the woman shouted. " Avada Kadav- "



*****





Harry jerked awake as he heard Uncle Vernon pounding on his door. Harry gazed at him for a moment before his uncle started to speak.



" Are you deaf boy? I have been yelling at you for the past five minutes. " he paused to take a breath. " Someone is wanting you on the telephone. " he finished





" Me? but who could possibly be calling this time of night? " he asked questioningly.





" Beats me, but make it quick boy. " Vernon said, stamping out of the room.





Harry glanced at his clock. It was 11:30 PM and someone was calling him.





Harry walked down the stairs to the telephone, where he hesitantly picked up the receiver which was lying on the table.



" H-hello. " He said



" HARRY! It's Hermione. " She said happily.



" Oh, Hi Hermione. What makes you call this late in the evening? "He asked



" Just wanted to be the first one to tell you that we will be arriving shortly at your house. We told you we would come for ya!" She yelled in his ear.



" Great, I can't wait. See you then.... Yea, you too. Bye! " He said, with a pinch of relief in his tone.



" Who was that? " Aunt Petunia asked



" Oh, Just a friend from School, is all. " He replied



" Oh, was it? Well, Get back to bed. " Said Uncle Vernon. " It's getting late. G- Good night. " He said, having trouble spitting out the words.



" yea, you too. " he retorted. Walking back up the stairs to pack his things.



*****







A Half an hour passed when he heard a slight crash in the living room of the house. He was quite surprised when he heard that Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were still up.



" And just who the Bloody hell are you? " Uncle Vernon asked.



" I'm H-Hermione. And this here is Ron and Ginny. We're here to get Harry. He told you I'm Sure? " she explained.



" No, I'm afraid he didn't. " Uncle Vernon said just as Harry was dragging his trunks down the stairs.



" Hey. It's midnight... faster than I had thought. I believe it was half an hour! " Harry said a bit surprised.





" Yea, Would have been here sooner; but Ron here wanted to stop at Fred and George's Joke shop. that's why we're so filthy in Floo Powder. " Hermione told him.



" Oh, ok. Well shall we be going then? " Harry asked anxiously.



" Yep. Ok lets go. " He said. " Nice meeting you Mr. and Mrs. Dursley. " she added



" Yea, same here " Ron followed.



Harry and the others disappeared through the fire place. in a flash.













A/n: Sorry this is sort of short. My First Harry potter Story... LoL.... This takes place after the 5th book. So please. no Flames. Constructive criticism would do fine. Any questions. E-mail them to me at. piper03@aol.com or charmedwiccan7@aol.com