A/N - Well, this is my second chapter...I don't own anything except for
some of the characters that are coming soon...I.E. Mari and Jamie Lee. Now
one with the story!
~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~
Sunday eventually rolled around. Harry didn't state Ron's letter to his aunt or uncle, afraid that they would refuse to let him go. He ate his breakfast silently, ignoring all of Dudley's remarks to him. It seemed that Dudley had forgotten the events that had taken place last summer with the Dementors. Harry looked at the clock, ten o'clock. Time seemed to have slowed down.
Harry spent most of his time in the back yard, lying on the soft, cool, green grass. It had rained quite a bit this summer, unlike the last. He let his mind wonder, hoping to past time, looking at the shape of clouds. Harry swore he saw one that looked like Draco Malfoy half turned into a ferret. That thought made him smile a bit.
After awhile, Harry had gotten bored, so he got up from his patch of grass and headed inside. He found his Aunt Petunia in the kitchen making some pudding.
"Good afternoon, Aunt Petunia," Harry said respectfully.
"Harry," Petunia said in her small voice. Harry paused. She had never used that tone with him before. It was soft and kind. Not harsh or monotone.
"Yes, Aunt Petunia?" Harry asked.
"Sit down for a moment." She put the pudding aside and wiped her hands on her apron; she made her way for the little table. Harry sat down in one of the chairs. "I had received a letter from your...teacher Doomberdoon..."
"Dumbledore," Harry corrected her.
"Yes, well...he had asked, shall I say, requested that you spend the rest of your summer with some people called the Weezey's..."
"The Weasley's, Aunt Petunia."
"Er...yes. Your uncle Vernon won't let you, I had asked him to do me some favours for me in the afternoon, when your ride is suppose to arrive." She fidgeted in her chair, her eyes avoiding his.
Did Harry hear her right? Was Aunt Petunia helping him go to the Wesley's? Keeping it from his uncle?
"May I ask a question?" Harry asked courteously. Petunia nodded, so Harry went on, "Why are you being so nice to me now and actually letting me go to see my friends? Not to mention keep it from my uncle?"
Petunia sighed, and then said, "Well, that strange letter I got last year that yelled at me. I remembered that my sister died trying to save you..." she paused, then continued, "and that you are blood, rather I like it or not. I believe that you do need to be with people of your kind. Though your uncle disagree strongly. Lily hated being at home, never could talk about her magic or spells that she learned. But she did talk about that Potter boy!" Harry could see a smile creep upon his aunt's face. She continued, "He was a nice man, considering he was, um, a wizard. But when Lily was not in school, she was lonely. Not a single witch or wizard nearby. That's why mother and father would let her spend the summers with her friend, Jamie Lee."
"Then why do you act like you hate her? You sound like you liked her?" Harry asked, not able to stop himself.
"She was the perfect one in my family; the one with the good looks, great in school, then being a witch. We never talked from the time she started school to when she gotten herself killed." She paused. Harry could tell her voice was getting weaker. The only time he had heard his aunt talk about his mother was five years ago when he had received his letter from Hogwarts and Hagrid had come to get him. "Sometimes I wish I could have been a nicer sister. But when I told Vernon about my sister, he refused to let me talk or see her. Saying that she was a freak. I guess that made my envy stronger.
"The point is, Harry, that I don't want you to be lonely and miserable like your mother, and then go off after she finished her 7th year and get married. But I guess if mother and father were still alive, we won't have to be so distant. Mother would have killed both of us if she would have known that we had a row."
"What happened to Grandma and Grandpa Evans?" Harry asked. He couldn't believe that Petunia was telling him things about his parents and answering his questions. He heard Petunia take in a sharp breath.
"Well, you *are* sixteen. You might as well know. Dudley only knows that they died in a fire before he was born, but truth is..." she trailed off. She looked at the clock, and Harry turned to look too. The clock read three in the afternoon. All of a sudden there was a knock at the door.
Petunia moved to get it but Harry beat her too it. He opened the door and Mr. Weasley stood in front of him, smiling. He was a little skinnier than usual, and his thinning hair was thinning more. Petunia was behind Harry and welcomed him in.
"How you doing Harry?" Mr. Weasley asked, stepping through the threshold.
"Alright. And you?" Harry answered.
"Oh, I'm doing alright these days. How are you Petunia?" He outstretched his hand to her.
Aunt Petunia took it with out hesitation and said, "Fine enough. Would you like some tea?"
"No thank you. Molly is waiting for Harry to arrive. Plus, Mari is living temporally with us this summer."
"Mari? She's back here in England? After all these years? It's been thirteen year, Arthur. Poor girl knows nothing of her family."
"Maybe Harry would do her some good and visa versa."
Aunt Petunia and Mr. Weasley were talking as though Harry wasn't even there. He thought that this was where he go and get his trunk and Hedwig, but part of him wanted to stay to see what else his aunt and Mr. Weasley would say. He looked at his aunt and she turned to him.
"Get your stuff. Your uncle would be coming back soon and I want you out of here before he does!" Petunia shooed him up the stairs. Harry climbed slowly, trying to hear any more conversation.
"Mari doesn't know much about Harry, except for what she heard and read from her mother," Mr. Weasley said.
"Read? You mean, mind wise? Harry knows nothing about her, as Jamie Lee advised me." Petunia answered. The conversation faded as Harry reached his room. Hedwig had not retuned from last night, but figured that she would go to the Weasley's.
Harry gathered everything from under the floorboard and packed his trunk. He held the mirror in his hands and looked down at it. His reflection started back. He put the mirror on top of the robes in his trunk, and closed it. He hulled it downstairs with Hedwig's cage under his arm and his Firebolt in his hand.
When he reached the bottom of the stairs, Mr. Weasley and Aunt Petunia immediately stopped talking.
"Are you ready Harry?" Mr. Weasley asked taking Harry's trunk. "Petunia, I will be writing to you later. Let's go Harry."
~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~
Sunday eventually rolled around. Harry didn't state Ron's letter to his aunt or uncle, afraid that they would refuse to let him go. He ate his breakfast silently, ignoring all of Dudley's remarks to him. It seemed that Dudley had forgotten the events that had taken place last summer with the Dementors. Harry looked at the clock, ten o'clock. Time seemed to have slowed down.
Harry spent most of his time in the back yard, lying on the soft, cool, green grass. It had rained quite a bit this summer, unlike the last. He let his mind wonder, hoping to past time, looking at the shape of clouds. Harry swore he saw one that looked like Draco Malfoy half turned into a ferret. That thought made him smile a bit.
After awhile, Harry had gotten bored, so he got up from his patch of grass and headed inside. He found his Aunt Petunia in the kitchen making some pudding.
"Good afternoon, Aunt Petunia," Harry said respectfully.
"Harry," Petunia said in her small voice. Harry paused. She had never used that tone with him before. It was soft and kind. Not harsh or monotone.
"Yes, Aunt Petunia?" Harry asked.
"Sit down for a moment." She put the pudding aside and wiped her hands on her apron; she made her way for the little table. Harry sat down in one of the chairs. "I had received a letter from your...teacher Doomberdoon..."
"Dumbledore," Harry corrected her.
"Yes, well...he had asked, shall I say, requested that you spend the rest of your summer with some people called the Weezey's..."
"The Weasley's, Aunt Petunia."
"Er...yes. Your uncle Vernon won't let you, I had asked him to do me some favours for me in the afternoon, when your ride is suppose to arrive." She fidgeted in her chair, her eyes avoiding his.
Did Harry hear her right? Was Aunt Petunia helping him go to the Wesley's? Keeping it from his uncle?
"May I ask a question?" Harry asked courteously. Petunia nodded, so Harry went on, "Why are you being so nice to me now and actually letting me go to see my friends? Not to mention keep it from my uncle?"
Petunia sighed, and then said, "Well, that strange letter I got last year that yelled at me. I remembered that my sister died trying to save you..." she paused, then continued, "and that you are blood, rather I like it or not. I believe that you do need to be with people of your kind. Though your uncle disagree strongly. Lily hated being at home, never could talk about her magic or spells that she learned. But she did talk about that Potter boy!" Harry could see a smile creep upon his aunt's face. She continued, "He was a nice man, considering he was, um, a wizard. But when Lily was not in school, she was lonely. Not a single witch or wizard nearby. That's why mother and father would let her spend the summers with her friend, Jamie Lee."
"Then why do you act like you hate her? You sound like you liked her?" Harry asked, not able to stop himself.
"She was the perfect one in my family; the one with the good looks, great in school, then being a witch. We never talked from the time she started school to when she gotten herself killed." She paused. Harry could tell her voice was getting weaker. The only time he had heard his aunt talk about his mother was five years ago when he had received his letter from Hogwarts and Hagrid had come to get him. "Sometimes I wish I could have been a nicer sister. But when I told Vernon about my sister, he refused to let me talk or see her. Saying that she was a freak. I guess that made my envy stronger.
"The point is, Harry, that I don't want you to be lonely and miserable like your mother, and then go off after she finished her 7th year and get married. But I guess if mother and father were still alive, we won't have to be so distant. Mother would have killed both of us if she would have known that we had a row."
"What happened to Grandma and Grandpa Evans?" Harry asked. He couldn't believe that Petunia was telling him things about his parents and answering his questions. He heard Petunia take in a sharp breath.
"Well, you *are* sixteen. You might as well know. Dudley only knows that they died in a fire before he was born, but truth is..." she trailed off. She looked at the clock, and Harry turned to look too. The clock read three in the afternoon. All of a sudden there was a knock at the door.
Petunia moved to get it but Harry beat her too it. He opened the door and Mr. Weasley stood in front of him, smiling. He was a little skinnier than usual, and his thinning hair was thinning more. Petunia was behind Harry and welcomed him in.
"How you doing Harry?" Mr. Weasley asked, stepping through the threshold.
"Alright. And you?" Harry answered.
"Oh, I'm doing alright these days. How are you Petunia?" He outstretched his hand to her.
Aunt Petunia took it with out hesitation and said, "Fine enough. Would you like some tea?"
"No thank you. Molly is waiting for Harry to arrive. Plus, Mari is living temporally with us this summer."
"Mari? She's back here in England? After all these years? It's been thirteen year, Arthur. Poor girl knows nothing of her family."
"Maybe Harry would do her some good and visa versa."
Aunt Petunia and Mr. Weasley were talking as though Harry wasn't even there. He thought that this was where he go and get his trunk and Hedwig, but part of him wanted to stay to see what else his aunt and Mr. Weasley would say. He looked at his aunt and she turned to him.
"Get your stuff. Your uncle would be coming back soon and I want you out of here before he does!" Petunia shooed him up the stairs. Harry climbed slowly, trying to hear any more conversation.
"Mari doesn't know much about Harry, except for what she heard and read from her mother," Mr. Weasley said.
"Read? You mean, mind wise? Harry knows nothing about her, as Jamie Lee advised me." Petunia answered. The conversation faded as Harry reached his room. Hedwig had not retuned from last night, but figured that she would go to the Weasley's.
Harry gathered everything from under the floorboard and packed his trunk. He held the mirror in his hands and looked down at it. His reflection started back. He put the mirror on top of the robes in his trunk, and closed it. He hulled it downstairs with Hedwig's cage under his arm and his Firebolt in his hand.
When he reached the bottom of the stairs, Mr. Weasley and Aunt Petunia immediately stopped talking.
"Are you ready Harry?" Mr. Weasley asked taking Harry's trunk. "Petunia, I will be writing to you later. Let's go Harry."