Harry looked from his Aunt, to his Uncle, to his cousin before finally
returning back to his Aunt. "Well?" asked Harry, "Are you going to tell
me?" Harry noticed that Dudley was looking at him with an odd expression on
his face, almost like he expected Harry to suddenly morph into a giant
snail. Harry continued to stare at his Aunt Petunia, slowly growing more
impatient.
"Very well" muttered Aunt Petunia as she began to walk out of the room, head held high. "You come with me". Harry began to follow his Aunt, just as Dudley made a move to follow. Uncle Vernon grabbed Dudley by the scruff of the shoulder and roughly pulled him back hissing "Not you!" into his ear. As Harry left the room, he was sure he heard Vernon say to Dudley, "You don't want to know what's up in the attic boy, trust me". Harry was too intrigued with what Aunt Petunia was going to show him to even notice Dudley's loud yells at Uncle Vernon.
"But it's not fair!" Harry heard Dudley screech as he walked up the stairs. In the middle of the second floor hallway, Aunt Petunia stood waiting for him, tapping her foot slightly.
"You can look through the stuff up there" sniffed Aunt Petunia, as she jerked her head directly above her. Harry looked up and saw that she was referring to a manhole in the ceiling, obviously leading to the attic. "There's a ladder in the shed" continued Aunt Petunia, "Bring mud in the house and, and." Aunt Petunia trailed off. She knew that punishing Harry would be much harder than before, now that these strange folk would probably be in and out of the place. Instead of finishing the sentence, she walked downstairs back into the lounge room and slumped herself on the couch, leaving Harry alone.
Harry, his heart pounding, walked down the stairs as calmly as he could, walked through the kitchen and out to the back garden to find a ladder in the Dursley's shed.
Slowly making his way back up the stairs, trying not to hit the Dursley's wall with the ladder, Harry's stomach jolted as he contemplated what could be waiting for him. As he set up the ladder, he was buzzing with excitement. What was it Professor Dumbledore wanted him to see? Slowly, Harry climbed the ladder, pushed open the manhole and pulled himself inside.
Harry went to stand up in the dusty room and promptly banged his head on a low roof beam. Rubbing the back of his head, Harry surveyed the room. The Dursley's obviously hadn't been in her for several years. In fact, tit looked as though the room and been packed and never opened again, until now. Harry noticed that the room was filled with several boxes. Nervously, Harry made his way over to the box nearest to him. Under a thick layer of dust sat a yellowed piece of parchment. Trembling, Harry picked up the parchment, gently blew the off the dust and began to read:
Vernon and Petunia,
As outlined in my original letter, I have sent to you several boxes containing Lily and James' belongings that were salvaged from their home. PLEASE DO NOT DISPOSE OF THESE! For Harry's sake, please keep these. It may make it easier for you to explain about Harry's past to him. These belongings are now rightfully Harry's. THIS IS AN ORDER.
Albus Dumbledore.
Harry stared at the letter before re-reading it twice. What was left of his parents belongings here? They had been just above him for all these years? Feeling a fresh wave of anger towards the Dursley's surge over him, Harry put down the letter and opened up the first box. At first, all he could see was dust, causing him to sneeze continuously for several minutes. After the air cleared, Harry peeped into the box. He pulled out a Sneakoscope which amazingly, seemed to be in working order. The rest of the box contained various other dark-detecting objects which Harry decided to explore later on, since he had seen most of these back in his fourth year at Hogwarts, thanks to the fake Mad-Eye Moody. Harry closed the box before moving onto the next one. This one was full of odds and ends. Harry poked his way through, eventually pulling out a small brown box. He cautiously opened it up, revealing inside a golden snitch. "Cool!" thought Harry as he caught hold of the struggling snitch before it could take off into the dusty attic.
Harry smiled and returned the snitch back to its box, making a mental note to take it with him when he left the attic later on. Harry turned his attention back to the big box and almost gasped when he saw two wands lying next to each other. Harry picked them both up, feeling a warm sensation sweep over him as he did so. Harry felt himself shaking as he realised tears were trickling down his face. As he hastily wiped his eyes on the sleeve of Dudley's old jumper, he nearly banged his head on the roof beam again as he heard a sad voice behind him.
"So, they've finally let you come up here, have they?" Harry swung around and saw a young, yet visibly prematurely aged man standing half in, half out of the manhole. His mouth was forced into a smile but his eyes told a different story. They were the eyes of a man who looked as though he had lost his best friends.
"Yeah" answered Harry quietly. "It's good to see you again, Professor Lupin.
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~RV
"Very well" muttered Aunt Petunia as she began to walk out of the room, head held high. "You come with me". Harry began to follow his Aunt, just as Dudley made a move to follow. Uncle Vernon grabbed Dudley by the scruff of the shoulder and roughly pulled him back hissing "Not you!" into his ear. As Harry left the room, he was sure he heard Vernon say to Dudley, "You don't want to know what's up in the attic boy, trust me". Harry was too intrigued with what Aunt Petunia was going to show him to even notice Dudley's loud yells at Uncle Vernon.
"But it's not fair!" Harry heard Dudley screech as he walked up the stairs. In the middle of the second floor hallway, Aunt Petunia stood waiting for him, tapping her foot slightly.
"You can look through the stuff up there" sniffed Aunt Petunia, as she jerked her head directly above her. Harry looked up and saw that she was referring to a manhole in the ceiling, obviously leading to the attic. "There's a ladder in the shed" continued Aunt Petunia, "Bring mud in the house and, and." Aunt Petunia trailed off. She knew that punishing Harry would be much harder than before, now that these strange folk would probably be in and out of the place. Instead of finishing the sentence, she walked downstairs back into the lounge room and slumped herself on the couch, leaving Harry alone.
Harry, his heart pounding, walked down the stairs as calmly as he could, walked through the kitchen and out to the back garden to find a ladder in the Dursley's shed.
Slowly making his way back up the stairs, trying not to hit the Dursley's wall with the ladder, Harry's stomach jolted as he contemplated what could be waiting for him. As he set up the ladder, he was buzzing with excitement. What was it Professor Dumbledore wanted him to see? Slowly, Harry climbed the ladder, pushed open the manhole and pulled himself inside.
Harry went to stand up in the dusty room and promptly banged his head on a low roof beam. Rubbing the back of his head, Harry surveyed the room. The Dursley's obviously hadn't been in her for several years. In fact, tit looked as though the room and been packed and never opened again, until now. Harry noticed that the room was filled with several boxes. Nervously, Harry made his way over to the box nearest to him. Under a thick layer of dust sat a yellowed piece of parchment. Trembling, Harry picked up the parchment, gently blew the off the dust and began to read:
Vernon and Petunia,
As outlined in my original letter, I have sent to you several boxes containing Lily and James' belongings that were salvaged from their home. PLEASE DO NOT DISPOSE OF THESE! For Harry's sake, please keep these. It may make it easier for you to explain about Harry's past to him. These belongings are now rightfully Harry's. THIS IS AN ORDER.
Albus Dumbledore.
Harry stared at the letter before re-reading it twice. What was left of his parents belongings here? They had been just above him for all these years? Feeling a fresh wave of anger towards the Dursley's surge over him, Harry put down the letter and opened up the first box. At first, all he could see was dust, causing him to sneeze continuously for several minutes. After the air cleared, Harry peeped into the box. He pulled out a Sneakoscope which amazingly, seemed to be in working order. The rest of the box contained various other dark-detecting objects which Harry decided to explore later on, since he had seen most of these back in his fourth year at Hogwarts, thanks to the fake Mad-Eye Moody. Harry closed the box before moving onto the next one. This one was full of odds and ends. Harry poked his way through, eventually pulling out a small brown box. He cautiously opened it up, revealing inside a golden snitch. "Cool!" thought Harry as he caught hold of the struggling snitch before it could take off into the dusty attic.
Harry smiled and returned the snitch back to its box, making a mental note to take it with him when he left the attic later on. Harry turned his attention back to the big box and almost gasped when he saw two wands lying next to each other. Harry picked them both up, feeling a warm sensation sweep over him as he did so. Harry felt himself shaking as he realised tears were trickling down his face. As he hastily wiped his eyes on the sleeve of Dudley's old jumper, he nearly banged his head on the roof beam again as he heard a sad voice behind him.
"So, they've finally let you come up here, have they?" Harry swung around and saw a young, yet visibly prematurely aged man standing half in, half out of the manhole. His mouth was forced into a smile but his eyes told a different story. They were the eyes of a man who looked as though he had lost his best friends.
"Yeah" answered Harry quietly. "It's good to see you again, Professor Lupin.
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Next chapter up soon! Thanks for reading :)
~RV