The Bond
Chapter 2—Moment with Petunia
Disclaimer: Yeah. I'm J.K. Rowling. And pigs are flying past my window right now...
Early the next morning, the Dursleys drove Vernon to the airport for his flight to America. The man, who turned out to be a Chance Matthews, had called again last night to give the directions to his large estate in southern Florida. Harry had chosen to stay home since peace and quiet was something he found rare in the Dursley household.
Dudley had also gotten a call last night from one of the boys in his gang, inviting him to the Bahamas for the summer. On the way home from the airport, Petunia would be dropping him off. Although Dudley rubbed this in Harry's face, Harry could hardly care less. If anything, this made him even happier. A whole summer of no Uncle Vernon and no Dudley. If only I could somehow get rid of Aunt Petunia, Harry thought hopefully.
Harry's stomach rumbled loudly and he walked down to the kitchen to find himself something to eat. He opened the refrigerator and looked inside. Harry groaned at the freezer full of fruit and vegetables. Deciding that he would have to eat something, Harry grabbed an apple and, biting off a piece, walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch. Grabbing the remote, he flicked the TV on and surfed through the channels until he found the news channel. Harry figured that since Voldemort was out in the open now, he would go back to his old ways. He still didn't trust the Daily Prophet and he and his friends didn't correspond in fear that their mail would be intercepted. Finding the news, he sat back, gnawing on his apple, taking in every word the reporters said. Finally something suspicious came up. A family had been found dead early this morning, the cause of death unknown. It seemed Voldemort was back to killing muggles. A noise jolted Harry's eyes from the TV screen to the door. Aunt Petunia had arrived home, alone. She was also watching the screen and had probably been there for a while. She walked over to the TV and switched it off.
Thinking that he was in trouble, Harry made to get up. Sensing his tension, Petunia sat down and gestured for him to as well. Sitting, Harry looked up, puzzled, at Aunt Petunia. "I know what that was all about on the news just now. The work of Voldemort. I remember back, about 16 years ago, when he was in power and had already struck fear into so many hearts. News stories such as these were daily. I grew used to them after a while, and worried everyday who would die next, if maybe it would be my family this time. Now the same fear has been struck into my heart." And with that she grew silent.
Harry just stood there, speechless. He had not expected this at all. He would have pleased with a telling-off. At least that was normal, how his aunt would usually act towards him.
Following pure intuition and keeping in mind of how he usually would act in a situation like this, he walked over to Petunia and, before he knew what he was doing, he had knelt down by his aunt and had given here a warm hug.
Petunia looked up at Harry in surprise. She had obviously not expected this anymore than Harry had. And, to Harry's immense shock, she hugged him back.
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Chapter 2—Moment with Petunia
Disclaimer: Yeah. I'm J.K. Rowling. And pigs are flying past my window right now...
Early the next morning, the Dursleys drove Vernon to the airport for his flight to America. The man, who turned out to be a Chance Matthews, had called again last night to give the directions to his large estate in southern Florida. Harry had chosen to stay home since peace and quiet was something he found rare in the Dursley household.
Dudley had also gotten a call last night from one of the boys in his gang, inviting him to the Bahamas for the summer. On the way home from the airport, Petunia would be dropping him off. Although Dudley rubbed this in Harry's face, Harry could hardly care less. If anything, this made him even happier. A whole summer of no Uncle Vernon and no Dudley. If only I could somehow get rid of Aunt Petunia, Harry thought hopefully.
Harry's stomach rumbled loudly and he walked down to the kitchen to find himself something to eat. He opened the refrigerator and looked inside. Harry groaned at the freezer full of fruit and vegetables. Deciding that he would have to eat something, Harry grabbed an apple and, biting off a piece, walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch. Grabbing the remote, he flicked the TV on and surfed through the channels until he found the news channel. Harry figured that since Voldemort was out in the open now, he would go back to his old ways. He still didn't trust the Daily Prophet and he and his friends didn't correspond in fear that their mail would be intercepted. Finding the news, he sat back, gnawing on his apple, taking in every word the reporters said. Finally something suspicious came up. A family had been found dead early this morning, the cause of death unknown. It seemed Voldemort was back to killing muggles. A noise jolted Harry's eyes from the TV screen to the door. Aunt Petunia had arrived home, alone. She was also watching the screen and had probably been there for a while. She walked over to the TV and switched it off.
Thinking that he was in trouble, Harry made to get up. Sensing his tension, Petunia sat down and gestured for him to as well. Sitting, Harry looked up, puzzled, at Aunt Petunia. "I know what that was all about on the news just now. The work of Voldemort. I remember back, about 16 years ago, when he was in power and had already struck fear into so many hearts. News stories such as these were daily. I grew used to them after a while, and worried everyday who would die next, if maybe it would be my family this time. Now the same fear has been struck into my heart." And with that she grew silent.
Harry just stood there, speechless. He had not expected this at all. He would have pleased with a telling-off. At least that was normal, how his aunt would usually act towards him.
Following pure intuition and keeping in mind of how he usually would act in a situation like this, he walked over to Petunia and, before he knew what he was doing, he had knelt down by his aunt and had given here a warm hug.
Petunia looked up at Harry in surprise. She had obviously not expected this anymore than Harry had. And, to Harry's immense shock, she hugged him back.
LOVE IT? HATE IT? LET ME KNOW!!!!