Author's Note: Sorry I left it where I did. But cliffhangers make a story
sooo much more exciting! This is going to be a long chapter (like chapter 1
size) to make up for last week's teeny-weeny update. And now, the moment to
reveal what house Aunt Petunia was in. . . .
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing of this, I'm afraid. :(
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Chapter Three
The Midnight Sneak
Slytherin!" yelled the old frayed hat in Aunt Petunia's ear. Harry no longer needed to listen to Aunt Petunia's story directly, because his mind was envisioning exactly what she told him itself. The look on Aunt Petunia's 11-year-old face was tremendously sad. She looked as though she would burst into tears. With much sulkiness she took a seat at the Slytherin table. She gave a desperate glance over to her sister, but she wasn't looking, Lily was talking to James Potter, who was being cocky-like and messing up his hair constantly.
Harry looked around for any sight of a Tom Riddle, but suddenly realized that Voldemort wasn't at Hogwarts with his parents. However, he could definitely see how scrawny Wormtail was. He was sitting next to James, Remus, and-
His stomach suddenly gave an unpleasant jolt. His head started to spin and that same feeling in his heart happened. It was Sirius, young and youthful, face full of joy. Harry wished that he could warn Sirius about what Pettigrew would do in the next few years, but this was only Harry's imagination, and it wouldn't do any good otherwise. He tried to focus on Aunt Petunia, because there was obviously a reason that she had dropped out of school, and he wanted to know why. She seemed to be fitting in quite well with the Slytherins, but moments before she had seemed completely crushed.
The Great Hall back in their days was completely different. There were teachers Harry hadn't had seen in his life, students he had never even heard of. However, there were many familiar faces to go along with the other crowd. Harry recognized a younger Albus Dumbledore, whose hair was instead of white, a dark gray tone. He noticed Hagrid, young yet strong, sitting with the table of teachers, like he always had. Harry noticed that Hagrid must have been kicked out of Hogwarts years ago, but he still seemed as though he didn't fit.
The Start of Term Feast seemed to go very well in Harry's opinion. Everyone was happy and filled with joy, not to mention filled with food. He saw Aunt Petunia follow a group of students down to the dungeons, where Harry, by previous happenings, knew the Slytherin dungeon was located. Before he could even follow her he was transported into a classroom, it seemed he had gone by a couple of months into he year due to the fact that Aunt Petunia had looked a little taller than she was before.
She was sitting at a table with 2 people, a Hufflepuff Harry didn't recognize, and Lucius Malfoy. They were chatting almost too well, a thing that made Harry feel uneasy. His own Aunt not only had kept such a secret, but also was a Slytherin, the house he rivaled the most. His Aunt only stopped talking when the teacher walked into the classroom, or at least, he WOULD have walked in the room. He was a ghost, who had entered the room by floating through the chalkboard. Harry recognized this ghost as Professor Bins, who he also had for a History of Magic teacher.
The class was just as if not more boring than he had known it to be. They were studying the founding of the International Warlock's Convention. He could tell his Aunt was struggling. Her papers were in bunches, parts of them were torn, some were on the floor, and yet everyone else had a near if not completely organized folder. Professor Bins noticed that Aunt Petunia was preoccupied by her papers and jumped joyfully to the chance to scold her.
"Is there a problem, Ms. Evans?" he asked almost too nicely.
"Um, well, I'm kind of having a little, um, a little paper trouble. That's all." She answered him.
He seemed to have a rather mean look on his face until a smile widened on his face.
"It seems you should join me in a detention on Monday to get your, er, papers, in order. Perhaps that will teach you to become better prepared, Miss Evans."
"Yes Professor Bins." She respectfully said.
His Aunt seemed as though ready to cry right in the middle of the class, but instead she buried her face into a pile of books as Professor Bins continued his lesson. Harry was then transported into yet another class, this time it seemed to be the potions dungeon. A rather shady looking man stepped into the room and started to teach.
"Class, today's potion will be the Wiggenweld Draft. It helps restore the body and mind when it is weak. The ingredients and directions are on the board." He said as he flicked his wand to magically make words appear on the black board.
Harry noticed aunt Petunia was still sitting next to Lucius Malfoy, but on her right was someone else, someone more familiar.
"Need any help, Miss May?" said the potions master to a ginger-haired little girl.
Harry recognized this girl as a young version of Mrs. Weasley, although, of course, she was not married. Harry had never known Mrs. Weasley's maiden name, And he certainly never had expected it to be Molly May.
"N-no P-professor." She said with an afraid tone.
Apparently the old potion's master was just as hated as the current one. Harry wondered why the old one left but suddenly remembered Fred telling him that the Potions Master that his mum had, had died. Harry only wished Snape would do the same, but he quickly got back to observing Aunt Petunia once more. Like her previous class, she seemed to be having a difficult time. All the rest of the class had their potion a dark blue shade, yet hers was a violent shocking pink. The professor quickly rushed over to her, and like Professor Bins, and scolded her for her bad work.
"Pink, Miss Evans? Can you not process the fact that Lucius's potion over here is blue? Are you colour blind, Miss Evans?"
He made a little "Tisk, tisk" sound and then spoke again.
"I'm afraid I must deduct 10 house points from Slytherin, AND I'll be expecting you in a detention with me on Monday." He said.
"I-I-I already have a detention on Monday, Professor." She shakily replied.
The professor gave a cross look at Aunt Petunia and walked around her desk silently. He seemed to be circling her like some sort of vulture, waiting for its prey to somehow die a horrible death. Aunt Petunia whimpered a slight whimper and sunk deep into her chair. Apparently the vulture was satisfied with almost dead prey because he had landed for the meat.
"Do you expect to get ANYWHERE at this rate, Miss Evans! Do you think it's funny that you are failing in almost every class but Transfiguration? Is this all amusing to you?" he quickly snapped.
"No- no, Professor, of course n-"
"I don't want excuses, Miss Evans! I want to know your reasons for failing all these classes! If you do not get your act together you surely will not pass first year! Am I understood, Miss Evans?" he barked.
"Y-yes S-sir." She said, feeling faint.
"You will meet me in my office on Tuesday at midnight to serve your detention. If your not there 100 points will be deducted from Slytherin and I will be writing to your parents, AM I UNDERSTOOD, Miss Evans?"
She could only nod. It seemed as though the professor had killed the voice box right out of her. Gosh, he's meaner than Snape! Harry thought. The class was quiet for the rest of the time until Harry was once again transported to another classroom, and then another, and another. Class after class Harry saw Aunt Petunia get scolded and receive yet another detention. It was completely unfair, Harry thought to himself. She had been trying her hardest and wasn't getting any help.
After Harry had been transported from Charms he had expected to go to another class, but instead he ended up in the Slytherin common room, where a tear soaked Aunt Petunia lay. Harry looked over at the Snake decorated clock; it was 4 minutes until midnight. His Aunt had seemed lifeless now, not willing to go on. She stared at the sky for what seemed like eternity until she whispered to herself.
"Why me, why can't they pick on someone else? Frank Longbottom isn't very well in his Potions. Molly May stinks at Charms, and yet I get all the blame. I've already lost 85 points from Slytherin and I've got detention all next week and half of the week after that. What am I doing here? I don't belong. I can't do magic as well as they do, I just CAN'T!" she yelled, slamming her fist into the cold, hard floor of the common room.
Harry looked at his crying Aunt, who seemed to be on her deathbed. He had understood what it had felt like to not fit in, to not be exactly like the rest. Hogwarts wasn't that nice back then, he thought to himself again. He heard his Aunt Petunia mutter something else.
"The only teacher here that seems to think of me as successful is Professor Dumbledore. He never judges my spells; he helps me with them when I need it. I don't belong here. I need to leave this place. I never wanted to be in this house, I wanted to be with my sister. But now look at her, Miss Perfect. She always hangs around that Potter kid, the one who's already made the Quidditch team despite his age. Well I'll show them all. I don't need magic like they do. I can live perfectly well on my own! That's IT! I'm going!" she yelled.
Harry saw here stomp her way into the dormitories. He heard a slight ruckus followed by sobbing cries and "good riddance!" She then walked back into the room and faced a wall at the far end of the common room.
"Serpent-tail!" she yelled, as the wall suddenly turned into steps leading upwards. Harry ran after her, after realizing he wouldn't be transported there instead. She was crying the whole way up, until she came to yet another wall. She once again yelled "Serpent-tail!" and the wall opened up. She stumbled out, tripping over a crack in the floor. This only caused her to cry even harder. She darted down the stairwell and finally got to the first floor. Harry followed with great difficulty.
When she had gotten almost 15 feet away from the great oak doors a dark shadow came into view. Aunt Petunia looked worried. She hid her suitcase behind her back as if it would help the situation. Harry then saw who the figure was, a very young and seemingly angry version, of Albus Dumbledore . . .
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Sooooo, how did you like it? Yes, I KNOW I left you at yet another cliffhanger, but this time, as last time too, it was necessary. Okay, so maybe it wasn't, but you gotta admit, I've got style. Hehehehehe. Anyway, please review on how I'm doing so far!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing of this, I'm afraid. :(
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Chapter Three
The Midnight Sneak
Slytherin!" yelled the old frayed hat in Aunt Petunia's ear. Harry no longer needed to listen to Aunt Petunia's story directly, because his mind was envisioning exactly what she told him itself. The look on Aunt Petunia's 11-year-old face was tremendously sad. She looked as though she would burst into tears. With much sulkiness she took a seat at the Slytherin table. She gave a desperate glance over to her sister, but she wasn't looking, Lily was talking to James Potter, who was being cocky-like and messing up his hair constantly.
Harry looked around for any sight of a Tom Riddle, but suddenly realized that Voldemort wasn't at Hogwarts with his parents. However, he could definitely see how scrawny Wormtail was. He was sitting next to James, Remus, and-
His stomach suddenly gave an unpleasant jolt. His head started to spin and that same feeling in his heart happened. It was Sirius, young and youthful, face full of joy. Harry wished that he could warn Sirius about what Pettigrew would do in the next few years, but this was only Harry's imagination, and it wouldn't do any good otherwise. He tried to focus on Aunt Petunia, because there was obviously a reason that she had dropped out of school, and he wanted to know why. She seemed to be fitting in quite well with the Slytherins, but moments before she had seemed completely crushed.
The Great Hall back in their days was completely different. There were teachers Harry hadn't had seen in his life, students he had never even heard of. However, there were many familiar faces to go along with the other crowd. Harry recognized a younger Albus Dumbledore, whose hair was instead of white, a dark gray tone. He noticed Hagrid, young yet strong, sitting with the table of teachers, like he always had. Harry noticed that Hagrid must have been kicked out of Hogwarts years ago, but he still seemed as though he didn't fit.
The Start of Term Feast seemed to go very well in Harry's opinion. Everyone was happy and filled with joy, not to mention filled with food. He saw Aunt Petunia follow a group of students down to the dungeons, where Harry, by previous happenings, knew the Slytherin dungeon was located. Before he could even follow her he was transported into a classroom, it seemed he had gone by a couple of months into he year due to the fact that Aunt Petunia had looked a little taller than she was before.
She was sitting at a table with 2 people, a Hufflepuff Harry didn't recognize, and Lucius Malfoy. They were chatting almost too well, a thing that made Harry feel uneasy. His own Aunt not only had kept such a secret, but also was a Slytherin, the house he rivaled the most. His Aunt only stopped talking when the teacher walked into the classroom, or at least, he WOULD have walked in the room. He was a ghost, who had entered the room by floating through the chalkboard. Harry recognized this ghost as Professor Bins, who he also had for a History of Magic teacher.
The class was just as if not more boring than he had known it to be. They were studying the founding of the International Warlock's Convention. He could tell his Aunt was struggling. Her papers were in bunches, parts of them were torn, some were on the floor, and yet everyone else had a near if not completely organized folder. Professor Bins noticed that Aunt Petunia was preoccupied by her papers and jumped joyfully to the chance to scold her.
"Is there a problem, Ms. Evans?" he asked almost too nicely.
"Um, well, I'm kind of having a little, um, a little paper trouble. That's all." She answered him.
He seemed to have a rather mean look on his face until a smile widened on his face.
"It seems you should join me in a detention on Monday to get your, er, papers, in order. Perhaps that will teach you to become better prepared, Miss Evans."
"Yes Professor Bins." She respectfully said.
His Aunt seemed as though ready to cry right in the middle of the class, but instead she buried her face into a pile of books as Professor Bins continued his lesson. Harry was then transported into yet another class, this time it seemed to be the potions dungeon. A rather shady looking man stepped into the room and started to teach.
"Class, today's potion will be the Wiggenweld Draft. It helps restore the body and mind when it is weak. The ingredients and directions are on the board." He said as he flicked his wand to magically make words appear on the black board.
Harry noticed aunt Petunia was still sitting next to Lucius Malfoy, but on her right was someone else, someone more familiar.
"Need any help, Miss May?" said the potions master to a ginger-haired little girl.
Harry recognized this girl as a young version of Mrs. Weasley, although, of course, she was not married. Harry had never known Mrs. Weasley's maiden name, And he certainly never had expected it to be Molly May.
"N-no P-professor." She said with an afraid tone.
Apparently the old potion's master was just as hated as the current one. Harry wondered why the old one left but suddenly remembered Fred telling him that the Potions Master that his mum had, had died. Harry only wished Snape would do the same, but he quickly got back to observing Aunt Petunia once more. Like her previous class, she seemed to be having a difficult time. All the rest of the class had their potion a dark blue shade, yet hers was a violent shocking pink. The professor quickly rushed over to her, and like Professor Bins, and scolded her for her bad work.
"Pink, Miss Evans? Can you not process the fact that Lucius's potion over here is blue? Are you colour blind, Miss Evans?"
He made a little "Tisk, tisk" sound and then spoke again.
"I'm afraid I must deduct 10 house points from Slytherin, AND I'll be expecting you in a detention with me on Monday." He said.
"I-I-I already have a detention on Monday, Professor." She shakily replied.
The professor gave a cross look at Aunt Petunia and walked around her desk silently. He seemed to be circling her like some sort of vulture, waiting for its prey to somehow die a horrible death. Aunt Petunia whimpered a slight whimper and sunk deep into her chair. Apparently the vulture was satisfied with almost dead prey because he had landed for the meat.
"Do you expect to get ANYWHERE at this rate, Miss Evans! Do you think it's funny that you are failing in almost every class but Transfiguration? Is this all amusing to you?" he quickly snapped.
"No- no, Professor, of course n-"
"I don't want excuses, Miss Evans! I want to know your reasons for failing all these classes! If you do not get your act together you surely will not pass first year! Am I understood, Miss Evans?" he barked.
"Y-yes S-sir." She said, feeling faint.
"You will meet me in my office on Tuesday at midnight to serve your detention. If your not there 100 points will be deducted from Slytherin and I will be writing to your parents, AM I UNDERSTOOD, Miss Evans?"
She could only nod. It seemed as though the professor had killed the voice box right out of her. Gosh, he's meaner than Snape! Harry thought. The class was quiet for the rest of the time until Harry was once again transported to another classroom, and then another, and another. Class after class Harry saw Aunt Petunia get scolded and receive yet another detention. It was completely unfair, Harry thought to himself. She had been trying her hardest and wasn't getting any help.
After Harry had been transported from Charms he had expected to go to another class, but instead he ended up in the Slytherin common room, where a tear soaked Aunt Petunia lay. Harry looked over at the Snake decorated clock; it was 4 minutes until midnight. His Aunt had seemed lifeless now, not willing to go on. She stared at the sky for what seemed like eternity until she whispered to herself.
"Why me, why can't they pick on someone else? Frank Longbottom isn't very well in his Potions. Molly May stinks at Charms, and yet I get all the blame. I've already lost 85 points from Slytherin and I've got detention all next week and half of the week after that. What am I doing here? I don't belong. I can't do magic as well as they do, I just CAN'T!" she yelled, slamming her fist into the cold, hard floor of the common room.
Harry looked at his crying Aunt, who seemed to be on her deathbed. He had understood what it had felt like to not fit in, to not be exactly like the rest. Hogwarts wasn't that nice back then, he thought to himself again. He heard his Aunt Petunia mutter something else.
"The only teacher here that seems to think of me as successful is Professor Dumbledore. He never judges my spells; he helps me with them when I need it. I don't belong here. I need to leave this place. I never wanted to be in this house, I wanted to be with my sister. But now look at her, Miss Perfect. She always hangs around that Potter kid, the one who's already made the Quidditch team despite his age. Well I'll show them all. I don't need magic like they do. I can live perfectly well on my own! That's IT! I'm going!" she yelled.
Harry saw here stomp her way into the dormitories. He heard a slight ruckus followed by sobbing cries and "good riddance!" She then walked back into the room and faced a wall at the far end of the common room.
"Serpent-tail!" she yelled, as the wall suddenly turned into steps leading upwards. Harry ran after her, after realizing he wouldn't be transported there instead. She was crying the whole way up, until she came to yet another wall. She once again yelled "Serpent-tail!" and the wall opened up. She stumbled out, tripping over a crack in the floor. This only caused her to cry even harder. She darted down the stairwell and finally got to the first floor. Harry followed with great difficulty.
When she had gotten almost 15 feet away from the great oak doors a dark shadow came into view. Aunt Petunia looked worried. She hid her suitcase behind her back as if it would help the situation. Harry then saw who the figure was, a very young and seemingly angry version, of Albus Dumbledore . . .
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Sooooo, how did you like it? Yes, I KNOW I left you at yet another cliffhanger, but this time, as last time too, it was necessary. Okay, so maybe it wasn't, but you gotta admit, I've got style. Hehehehehe. Anyway, please review on how I'm doing so far!
