Author's Note: This chapter is going to have a lot of book five facts in it
that I'd rather not explain in the writing. So if you (for some reason) are
reading this and haven't read up to book five I suggest you stop reading.
Also, I want to thank all of you who reviewed my story. Good or bad I'm glad that people would actually spend their time for it.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing of this, I'm afraid. :(
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Chapter Two
The Dursley Dropout
The next few hours Harry had spent packing his clothes and school things for the Burrow. He kept moving his eyes slowly back to the key he had received every now and then. He still could not get over the shock that he, Harry Potter, had actually owned his own house. He didn't see any reason what he could do with it though. He figured the Order would still be using it so it wouldn't completely be his anyway.
It was lucky the Dursleys were even more afraid of Harry now. This was because Mad Eye Moody, Tonks, and Lupin had threatened them before he went back to their house. He had more peace and quiet around the house now and was no longer mistreated. All Harry had to ever do was throw one of them an angry glance and they followed his every command. He, of course, found this all very strange, yet a slightly new, better change of pace. As he packed his stuff he noticed a slight murmur of voices downstairs. He quickly grabbed his wand and held it in front of his face. The Dursleys were not home; at least, they said they wouldn't be for the rest of the day.
He walked down the stairs making sure he didn't step on the third from the bottom. This step making a horrible creaking noise as you stepped on it. He peaked around the corner and noticed two shadows were in the kitchen. He couldn't make out who it was, due to the fact that you couldn't see through the kitchen's glass painted window. As he walked closer he could hear the voices, and knew at once who it was.
Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia we arguing, unsuccessfully trying to keep their voices down to a minimum. Harry pressed his right ear to the wall of the kitchen, trying to hear anything they were saying.
"Petunia, you CAN'T be serious! All those years we tried to keep all those bad memories and people out of our lives. You can't go through with this!"
"Vernon, I've made up my mind. That boy has been living with us for almost 15 years now and he keeps making all of us feel more and more threatened. I tried to go through it but the school figured I didn't have it in me. I guess I wasn't their type. So I left the school and decided to hold a grudge against anything of the sort."
"Well that's all peachy, Petunia, but to go BACK? To try and learn it again, it's all crazy talk!"
"It may be for you, Vernon, but my sister always was the more talented one in the family. Lily this and Lily that, I wouldn't be surprised if mother hated me compared to her. I finally have the courage to talk to that bearded man and see if there's anything we can do."
"Well, I suppose you could try, but please don't go dressing in those crazy outfits. The neighbors will think you've finally flipped your lid."
Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. He didn't have enough evidence to prove it, but he had enough to hold a strong bet. Before he could think he barged in the kitchen and stood there, looking at his aunt and uncle staring back at him. He then quickly said,
"Not all of the neighbors will think that."
They stared at each other as if one of them might explode or try to attack the other, but no one moved. Harry could tell that his Uncle's face was growing a deep scarlet red, almost ginger like Ron's hair. Harry then spoke again.
"Is it true, Aunt Petunia? Did you actually go to Hogwarts?"
This was enough for Uncle Vernon. His shot up, slammed his fist on the kitchen table and yelled,
"How DARE you listen to our private conversations! How DARE you eavesdrop in this house! Don't you EVER say that word to me ever again!"
"Hog-wart-s," Harry taunted.
Uncle Vernon seemed ready to kill, ready to jump at Harry from limb to limb, but Harry knew he wouldn't. He found this all very amusing in a pleasant sort of way. He could mimic, taunt, or talk back to his Uncle and yet he wouldn't punish him at all. Uncle Vernon was growing redder in the face by the second and he could tell Aunt Petunia could sense it.
"It's alRIGHT, Vernon. He's got every right to know." she spoke. "Harry, I know all these years you've thought of me as a wizard hating person. As a matter of fact, I mostly was. But I wasn't always, I assure you. If you must know, please sit down."
Harry, almost liking the fact that for once in his life, Aunt Petunia was being nice to him, sat down like she asked him to. She had a sort of sad look on her face, and her happy self was no longer there. She rested her hands on the table and looked at Harry. She then spoke aloud.
"When I was the ripe age of 11 my parents sat down to talk to us about what we'd be doing the next 7 years. We both knew very well that are parents were wizards, and that we had the blood in us too. They told us that we'd be going Hogwarts, a school were we'd learn the magical arts and grow up to be two successful witches. Both Lily and I were close then, and we were both very excited about going there. So, we packed our bags and traveled to King's Cross, such as you do every year."
As we entered the train we met strange, new faces, some of which we liked. Your mother had settled in the compartment were 3 people had already sat. James Potter, Frank Longbottom, and Remus Lupin. I had sat a few compartments away, making friends with strange sorts such as Lucius Malfoy and Peter Pettigrew. We all, of course, sat and talked to the new people we had met. When the train had finally arrived at Hogwarts, your mother and I mother met up together to gossip about the people we spoke to."
Harry couldn't believe what he was being told. All these years, his Aunt and Uncle making hell for him about how magic was bad and not to speak of it, yet his own Aunt had been a witch. What surprise Harry more possibly, was the list of names his Aunt had given. His mom had been close to Neville's parents and even met his dad the first train ride over. This was all very confusing to Harry, but he still listened on.
"Your mother and I were very scared about being sorted, she seemed to think that we had to pull a rabbit out of a hat." She spoke on. "However, as you might know, we only had to put the hat on our head and hope for the best. Your father was sorted first. He ended up going into Gryffindor with great ease. Your mother was also sorted into Gryffindor, which made me nervous. I didn't want to end up in a different house than her. Frank Longbottom and Cindy Abbott were both sorted into Hufflepuff. Lucius had only the hat barely touch his hair when the hat sorted him into Slytherin. His two friends, I believe their last names were Crabbe and Goyle, were also sorted into Slytherin."
Harry got even more interested in his Aunt's story; mostly due to the fact that Draco's father was sorted almost identically to his dad. He wondered why his Aunt hadn't said which house she was in yet, but his question was soon brought up.
"It seemed as though I was the last one to be sorted. I was very nervous, beyond belief. I was the only one standing there, waiting to be sorted. My name was called and I slowly approached the chair. I sat down and waited for Professor Dumbledore to set the hat on my head. He did so and almost as if the hat spoke in my ear it said,"
'Ah, yes, Petunia Evans. Yes, hmmmm, you've got courage, determination, and also it seems you like to cause trouble. Yes, very difficult, very difficult indeed. Well, it seems we must put you in only one house. Yes, I've made up my mind. You'd be great in none other than-'
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Author's Note: Ohhhhh, sorry, I've got to make you wait, hehehe. I know this wasn't very long but I didn't have much time to write it. I hope you like the story so far and remember, please review!!!
Also, I want to thank all of you who reviewed my story. Good or bad I'm glad that people would actually spend their time for it.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing of this, I'm afraid. :(
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Chapter Two
The Dursley Dropout
The next few hours Harry had spent packing his clothes and school things for the Burrow. He kept moving his eyes slowly back to the key he had received every now and then. He still could not get over the shock that he, Harry Potter, had actually owned his own house. He didn't see any reason what he could do with it though. He figured the Order would still be using it so it wouldn't completely be his anyway.
It was lucky the Dursleys were even more afraid of Harry now. This was because Mad Eye Moody, Tonks, and Lupin had threatened them before he went back to their house. He had more peace and quiet around the house now and was no longer mistreated. All Harry had to ever do was throw one of them an angry glance and they followed his every command. He, of course, found this all very strange, yet a slightly new, better change of pace. As he packed his stuff he noticed a slight murmur of voices downstairs. He quickly grabbed his wand and held it in front of his face. The Dursleys were not home; at least, they said they wouldn't be for the rest of the day.
He walked down the stairs making sure he didn't step on the third from the bottom. This step making a horrible creaking noise as you stepped on it. He peaked around the corner and noticed two shadows were in the kitchen. He couldn't make out who it was, due to the fact that you couldn't see through the kitchen's glass painted window. As he walked closer he could hear the voices, and knew at once who it was.
Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia we arguing, unsuccessfully trying to keep their voices down to a minimum. Harry pressed his right ear to the wall of the kitchen, trying to hear anything they were saying.
"Petunia, you CAN'T be serious! All those years we tried to keep all those bad memories and people out of our lives. You can't go through with this!"
"Vernon, I've made up my mind. That boy has been living with us for almost 15 years now and he keeps making all of us feel more and more threatened. I tried to go through it but the school figured I didn't have it in me. I guess I wasn't their type. So I left the school and decided to hold a grudge against anything of the sort."
"Well that's all peachy, Petunia, but to go BACK? To try and learn it again, it's all crazy talk!"
"It may be for you, Vernon, but my sister always was the more talented one in the family. Lily this and Lily that, I wouldn't be surprised if mother hated me compared to her. I finally have the courage to talk to that bearded man and see if there's anything we can do."
"Well, I suppose you could try, but please don't go dressing in those crazy outfits. The neighbors will think you've finally flipped your lid."
Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. He didn't have enough evidence to prove it, but he had enough to hold a strong bet. Before he could think he barged in the kitchen and stood there, looking at his aunt and uncle staring back at him. He then quickly said,
"Not all of the neighbors will think that."
They stared at each other as if one of them might explode or try to attack the other, but no one moved. Harry could tell that his Uncle's face was growing a deep scarlet red, almost ginger like Ron's hair. Harry then spoke again.
"Is it true, Aunt Petunia? Did you actually go to Hogwarts?"
This was enough for Uncle Vernon. His shot up, slammed his fist on the kitchen table and yelled,
"How DARE you listen to our private conversations! How DARE you eavesdrop in this house! Don't you EVER say that word to me ever again!"
"Hog-wart-s," Harry taunted.
Uncle Vernon seemed ready to kill, ready to jump at Harry from limb to limb, but Harry knew he wouldn't. He found this all very amusing in a pleasant sort of way. He could mimic, taunt, or talk back to his Uncle and yet he wouldn't punish him at all. Uncle Vernon was growing redder in the face by the second and he could tell Aunt Petunia could sense it.
"It's alRIGHT, Vernon. He's got every right to know." she spoke. "Harry, I know all these years you've thought of me as a wizard hating person. As a matter of fact, I mostly was. But I wasn't always, I assure you. If you must know, please sit down."
Harry, almost liking the fact that for once in his life, Aunt Petunia was being nice to him, sat down like she asked him to. She had a sort of sad look on her face, and her happy self was no longer there. She rested her hands on the table and looked at Harry. She then spoke aloud.
"When I was the ripe age of 11 my parents sat down to talk to us about what we'd be doing the next 7 years. We both knew very well that are parents were wizards, and that we had the blood in us too. They told us that we'd be going Hogwarts, a school were we'd learn the magical arts and grow up to be two successful witches. Both Lily and I were close then, and we were both very excited about going there. So, we packed our bags and traveled to King's Cross, such as you do every year."
As we entered the train we met strange, new faces, some of which we liked. Your mother had settled in the compartment were 3 people had already sat. James Potter, Frank Longbottom, and Remus Lupin. I had sat a few compartments away, making friends with strange sorts such as Lucius Malfoy and Peter Pettigrew. We all, of course, sat and talked to the new people we had met. When the train had finally arrived at Hogwarts, your mother and I mother met up together to gossip about the people we spoke to."
Harry couldn't believe what he was being told. All these years, his Aunt and Uncle making hell for him about how magic was bad and not to speak of it, yet his own Aunt had been a witch. What surprise Harry more possibly, was the list of names his Aunt had given. His mom had been close to Neville's parents and even met his dad the first train ride over. This was all very confusing to Harry, but he still listened on.
"Your mother and I were very scared about being sorted, she seemed to think that we had to pull a rabbit out of a hat." She spoke on. "However, as you might know, we only had to put the hat on our head and hope for the best. Your father was sorted first. He ended up going into Gryffindor with great ease. Your mother was also sorted into Gryffindor, which made me nervous. I didn't want to end up in a different house than her. Frank Longbottom and Cindy Abbott were both sorted into Hufflepuff. Lucius had only the hat barely touch his hair when the hat sorted him into Slytherin. His two friends, I believe their last names were Crabbe and Goyle, were also sorted into Slytherin."
Harry got even more interested in his Aunt's story; mostly due to the fact that Draco's father was sorted almost identically to his dad. He wondered why his Aunt hadn't said which house she was in yet, but his question was soon brought up.
"It seemed as though I was the last one to be sorted. I was very nervous, beyond belief. I was the only one standing there, waiting to be sorted. My name was called and I slowly approached the chair. I sat down and waited for Professor Dumbledore to set the hat on my head. He did so and almost as if the hat spoke in my ear it said,"
'Ah, yes, Petunia Evans. Yes, hmmmm, you've got courage, determination, and also it seems you like to cause trouble. Yes, very difficult, very difficult indeed. Well, it seems we must put you in only one house. Yes, I've made up my mind. You'd be great in none other than-'
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Author's Note: Ohhhhh, sorry, I've got to make you wait, hehehe. I know this wasn't very long but I didn't have much time to write it. I hope you like the story so far and remember, please review!!!
