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AN: First time in writing any kind of fanfic, so tell me if it's horrible or not. Thanks.
AN2: I can't write worth a flip, but I try. And if you read this story please tell me what you think. I really want to know. Thanks.
Chapter 2:
A secret or a lie
"I'm sorry…' began Petunia, but Mr. Dursley cut her off.
"YOUR SORRY?" He roared, "HOW COULD YOU LIE TO ME FOR ALL OF THESE YEARS? HOW COULD YOU LIE TO YOUR SON? H… h… how could you?" He dropped in to a nearby chair, and began to cry.
"Vernon, I am really sorry," she whispered, "I loved you as soon as I met you, but you were always saying one thing or another about anyone who was different so…' She broke off as Vernon stood and turned to face her.
"You thought I would hate you because you were a… a…" he said as calmly as he could at the time, "a witch? I love you, and nothing will change that…"
Harry stood there looking at them but he was not thinking about what they were saying. His mind was on the attack. Then suddenly he realized something. Petunia was not a witch. She couldn't be, because she was always afraid of any magical kind.
Harry turned and ran from the room. He ran all the way to his bedside table in his bedroom and grabbed his wand. He was about to leave his room when he heard two sets of footsteps coming up the stairs. Who was who? Mrs. Dursley was a fake, but what about Mr. Dursley, and Dudley?
Aunt Petunia entered the room first, closely followed by his uncle. "Put that away," she commanded, "you will not need it."
"You are not my Aunt." Harry hissed, "Get out of this house."
Vernon's head bobbed back and forth with what was being said. His expression was that of a lost man.
"Oh so you really are smart," the imposter said calmly, "and here I am thinking you were going to be an easy kill."
"Well you thought wrong." He said hostilely, "Who are you?"
He was ready to attach, when suddenly there was a loud bang, and something knocked him off his feet. He looked around wildly, and saw the Lupin had knocked him down.
"Get off me," grumbled Harry, "let me fight!"
"No," whispered Lupin angrily as he forced Harry down further on the floor.
Harry looked over Lupin's shoulder and saw the Dumbledor was stunning the Imposter Petunia, Uncle Vernon was already stunned. He then walked over to Harry and Lupin, and spoke urgently to Harry, "Are you alright? We need to leave now before more death eaters arrive."
"I'll go a see if his son is still alive." Lupin said, and gestured towards Mr. Dursley.
"I'll take Harry to Nicole's after I get Ron and Hermione." replied Dumbledor.
"What is going on?" questioned Harry, as he stood up.
"I'll tell you later." Lupin whispered, but his voice shook a bit, "Dumbledor, I smell him. He is on his way."
"Run and get that boy now!" the professor proclaimed. Lupin ran down the stairs at his orders.
"Harry take this," he commanded while he put a book in his hand. "It will take you to Grimmauld Place in exactly one minute." In his last moment at Number Four Privet Drive, he saw Dumbledor casting several spells to pack Harry's belongings.
Suddenly he felt a familiar pull behind his navel, and everything blurred. He was at Grimmauld Place again. Ron and Hermione were the only two in the kitchen, and they were pacing the far side of the large stone room. He looked around again, and saw it was the same as it had always looked but it felt different, it felt empty.
He sat down by the table and cried; it was then that they saw him and rushed over to find out what had happened. They were a few steps away and they got quiet. They had never seen Harry cry like this before. Maybe one tear, but these tears were now flooding down his face. He could not hold them back any longed. He just cried, and as the tears fell it felt like something on his shoulders were lifted.
This went on for what seemed an hour when Mrs. Weasley came in. "Oh, Harry, I was so worried! When Dumbledor said that you called him for help…"she broke off when she saw that he had tears on his face. She walked up to him and hugged him. This hug engulfed him like his real mother's embrace did, but it felt different. It was genuine yes, but it was not from his real mother so it felt incomplete some how. It helped though, it really did help.
Feedback: Please tell me what you think, criticism is welcome.
Distribution: Ask me first.
AN: First time in writing any kind of fanfic, so tell me if it's horrible or not. Thanks.
AN2: I can't write worth a flip, but I try. And if you read this story please tell me what you think. I really want to know. Thanks.
Chapter 2:
A secret or a lie
"I'm sorry…' began Petunia, but Mr. Dursley cut her off.
"YOUR SORRY?" He roared, "HOW COULD YOU LIE TO ME FOR ALL OF THESE YEARS? HOW COULD YOU LIE TO YOUR SON? H… h… how could you?" He dropped in to a nearby chair, and began to cry.
"Vernon, I am really sorry," she whispered, "I loved you as soon as I met you, but you were always saying one thing or another about anyone who was different so…' She broke off as Vernon stood and turned to face her.
"You thought I would hate you because you were a… a…" he said as calmly as he could at the time, "a witch? I love you, and nothing will change that…"
Harry stood there looking at them but he was not thinking about what they were saying. His mind was on the attack. Then suddenly he realized something. Petunia was not a witch. She couldn't be, because she was always afraid of any magical kind.
Harry turned and ran from the room. He ran all the way to his bedside table in his bedroom and grabbed his wand. He was about to leave his room when he heard two sets of footsteps coming up the stairs. Who was who? Mrs. Dursley was a fake, but what about Mr. Dursley, and Dudley?
Aunt Petunia entered the room first, closely followed by his uncle. "Put that away," she commanded, "you will not need it."
"You are not my Aunt." Harry hissed, "Get out of this house."
Vernon's head bobbed back and forth with what was being said. His expression was that of a lost man.
"Oh so you really are smart," the imposter said calmly, "and here I am thinking you were going to be an easy kill."
"Well you thought wrong." He said hostilely, "Who are you?"
He was ready to attach, when suddenly there was a loud bang, and something knocked him off his feet. He looked around wildly, and saw the Lupin had knocked him down.
"Get off me," grumbled Harry, "let me fight!"
"No," whispered Lupin angrily as he forced Harry down further on the floor.
Harry looked over Lupin's shoulder and saw the Dumbledor was stunning the Imposter Petunia, Uncle Vernon was already stunned. He then walked over to Harry and Lupin, and spoke urgently to Harry, "Are you alright? We need to leave now before more death eaters arrive."
"I'll go a see if his son is still alive." Lupin said, and gestured towards Mr. Dursley.
"I'll take Harry to Nicole's after I get Ron and Hermione." replied Dumbledor.
"What is going on?" questioned Harry, as he stood up.
"I'll tell you later." Lupin whispered, but his voice shook a bit, "Dumbledor, I smell him. He is on his way."
"Run and get that boy now!" the professor proclaimed. Lupin ran down the stairs at his orders.
"Harry take this," he commanded while he put a book in his hand. "It will take you to Grimmauld Place in exactly one minute." In his last moment at Number Four Privet Drive, he saw Dumbledor casting several spells to pack Harry's belongings.
Suddenly he felt a familiar pull behind his navel, and everything blurred. He was at Grimmauld Place again. Ron and Hermione were the only two in the kitchen, and they were pacing the far side of the large stone room. He looked around again, and saw it was the same as it had always looked but it felt different, it felt empty.
He sat down by the table and cried; it was then that they saw him and rushed over to find out what had happened. They were a few steps away and they got quiet. They had never seen Harry cry like this before. Maybe one tear, but these tears were now flooding down his face. He could not hold them back any longed. He just cried, and as the tears fell it felt like something on his shoulders were lifted.
This went on for what seemed an hour when Mrs. Weasley came in. "Oh, Harry, I was so worried! When Dumbledor said that you called him for help…"she broke off when she saw that he had tears on his face. She walked up to him and hugged him. This hug engulfed him like his real mother's embrace did, but it felt different. It was genuine yes, but it was not from his real mother so it felt incomplete some how. It helped though, it really did help.
