A/N MUST READ – this is a post goblet of fire fic! I started writing before
the fifth one was out but I never put it on to the computer. Thot u all
should no that! Plz r/r!
Life had taken an ultimate upturn at Private Drive since Harry's birthday. Not only was Dudley being friendly with him, Aunt Petunia was also. Uncle Vernon still looked at him with narrowed eyes, but for some reason began talking to Harry with a tone of voice that sounded like...respect.
The next day after breakfast-which was even better than the day before- Harry decided to ask Dudley about his parent's strange behavior with him. "Well, I told them of course!" Dudley said simply once they had settled themselves on the bench in the back garden. "You told them what?" Harry asked, utterly bewildered that anything could make the Dursley's be civil with him. "Only everything you've done in the past four years while you were away. I gotta say Harry," Dudley said, "they were pretty impressed. Especially with what just happened last month." "They-they're impressed?" Harry asked, completely at a loss for words. "mmm hmm," Dudley mumbled with a nod of his head. "'Specially mom. She was actually in tears, saying how horrible it must have been for her poor nephew to have gone through that. And she wouldn't stop saying how sorry she was for treating her sister the way she did. She was crying all evening," Dudley finished. Harry had no idea what to say, so just nodded dumbly at Dudley. He looked through the window at his aunt, who was sitting on the coach looking at something he could not see. There was something about her that looked different, but Harry couldn't figure out what it was. She stood up, taking once last glance at whatever she was holding and set it down, then made her way upstairs. Harry spent most of his day with Dudley, playing video games and basketball. Whenever Harry would see his aunt Petunia, he wanted to run up and speak to her. He wasn't sure why, or about what, but he was sure she would be able to answer so many of the questions. Harry also received a letter from Hermione that day. Really glad to hear fro her, but also a bit nervous, he began to open the letter
Dear Harry, I hope you had a great birthday, I know I certainly enjoyed seeing everyone again. Everything here is going great. I've given you a picture in the envelope I found in my trunk. Only you and I are in it, and we look so young! We were only in our first year, just after the End of the Year Feast. I know this is going to be awkward Harry, but I want to talk about what happened yesterday. Could you maybe owl me? I mean, right after you finish reading this? I have to go now but please write back a.s.a.p. With love, Hermione
Great, Harry thought. She's probably totally regretting what happened yesterday. Harry still couldn't believe what had happened the day before, but he couldn't deny that he didn't enjoy it. Never had he had the courage to even kiss a girl, and he had been going far past making out. Whatever had happened he knew hormones had a big thing to do with it. Though only being with her for 10 minutes that day-with their clothes on- had confirmed his feelings for her. But had they gone too far too quickly? They had done some naughty stuff, but they didn't actually get the chance to do it. Harry looked at the picture of them and smiled to himself. They looked so young and cute...and innocent. Harry began writing back to Hermione right away as she had asked, though he was unsure of what to say.
Hermione, How are you? Everything here is going well. Actually, everything is going great here. They Dursley's are actually being nice to me. But more on topic. I'm sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to get so carried away. But the truth is, I do like as more than a friend, and I wasn't sure about my feeling until I saw you yesterday. I didn't want to let you go when I first hugged you. Though, I didn't began just liking you when I saw you, I had been questioning my feelings for you all year, but I knew what I was feeling yesterday. I understand if you don't feel the same or don't want to take our relationship as far as being girlfriend and boyfriend, because we've always had an amazing friendship. I'm so sorry again about what happened yesterday, and I hope I haven't caused any problems. Please write back. With love, Harry
There, Harry thought hoping it was good enough for Hermione. He personally thought he sounded cheesy, but was really meant everything he had said. Now he would just have to wait for her reply. "Here," Harry said, trying to tie the letter to Hedwig's leg. "Take this to Hermione. And mind you, please get it there quickly." Hedwig hooted in reply before soaring out the window. Harry sat in his desk watching her fly into the setting sun, and continued to just look even after the sun had set.
* The next day at breakfast was just as good as the day before. Harry was going to force himself to speak with his aunt, because she had come to his room the night before. As she opened his door she whispered his name to check if he was awake she had awoken him just enough to understand what she had done. She walked to his bed, smoothed out his sheets, and then placed a kiss on his forehead beside his scar. "I love you, Harry," she whispered softly. She watched him for a few moments then silently left his room. Harry wasn't exactly sure what he was going to say to his aunt, but he wanted just to know that they were actually going to forget about the grudges they had held against each other for the past 14 years of their lives. After breakfast, Harry decided to help his aunt clean the kitchen. "Y-you don't mind if I help tidy the kitchen with you, do you, aunt Petunia?" Harry was pretty sure she wouldn't mind, but figured he should ask first. "oh-well, I suppose it's alright," she said cheerfully. "If you'd like you can put the dishes away." "Right," Harry said, getting straight to work. After a few minutes of silence Harry decided his aunt wasn't going to just begin talking about what he was thinking. "Er, aunt Petunia," Harry began, unsure of what to say and finally deciding. "I know you never wanted me to live here, and I'm sorry about that, but it really wasn't my choice." Harry stopped to take a deep breath, hoping he was choosing the right words. "I-I want you and uncle Vernon to know that I am thankful for you keeping me here. I know none of us have really gotten along well, but I want that to change. As little as I show it, I do love you, you're the only one I have left of the family I never knew..." Harry's voice trailed off into a whisper. He was trying to fight tears back. Harry looked over at his aunt who was washing the other dishes. There were tears freely falling down her face. Without even drying her hands she practically leapt onto Harry, pleading forgiveness between her sobs. Her head was buried into his shoulder. He was already the same height as her. "I-I'm s-so s-sorry!" she said. "I loved Lily so much, but I was so jealous when she got her letter. I've wanted to love you the way she would have, but I never realized it! Dudley finally made me realize it's a gift you have," she continued. "You're not abnormal, or- or mental. A-and he told Vernon and I everything you've gone through. Coming here should have been relaxing for you, but it probably just made things even worse!" She continued to cry into his shoulder, going on about how sorry she was. "It's alright aunt Petunia. Really." Harry tried to get her to listen, but she just kept on weeping. "Petunia!" Harry shouted, finally getting her attention. "It's alright," Harry said with a small laugh. "I forgive you." "Oh thank-you, Harry!" she said, breaking down all over again. The two of them stood there embracing each other for another half hour. When Petunia finally let Harry go, she thanked him again, apologized once more, and assured him he would not regret it.
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A/N- There was actually supposed to be more to this chapter but I think im just going to make it a whole other chapter. Plz r/r!
Life had taken an ultimate upturn at Private Drive since Harry's birthday. Not only was Dudley being friendly with him, Aunt Petunia was also. Uncle Vernon still looked at him with narrowed eyes, but for some reason began talking to Harry with a tone of voice that sounded like...respect.
The next day after breakfast-which was even better than the day before- Harry decided to ask Dudley about his parent's strange behavior with him. "Well, I told them of course!" Dudley said simply once they had settled themselves on the bench in the back garden. "You told them what?" Harry asked, utterly bewildered that anything could make the Dursley's be civil with him. "Only everything you've done in the past four years while you were away. I gotta say Harry," Dudley said, "they were pretty impressed. Especially with what just happened last month." "They-they're impressed?" Harry asked, completely at a loss for words. "mmm hmm," Dudley mumbled with a nod of his head. "'Specially mom. She was actually in tears, saying how horrible it must have been for her poor nephew to have gone through that. And she wouldn't stop saying how sorry she was for treating her sister the way she did. She was crying all evening," Dudley finished. Harry had no idea what to say, so just nodded dumbly at Dudley. He looked through the window at his aunt, who was sitting on the coach looking at something he could not see. There was something about her that looked different, but Harry couldn't figure out what it was. She stood up, taking once last glance at whatever she was holding and set it down, then made her way upstairs. Harry spent most of his day with Dudley, playing video games and basketball. Whenever Harry would see his aunt Petunia, he wanted to run up and speak to her. He wasn't sure why, or about what, but he was sure she would be able to answer so many of the questions. Harry also received a letter from Hermione that day. Really glad to hear fro her, but also a bit nervous, he began to open the letter
Dear Harry, I hope you had a great birthday, I know I certainly enjoyed seeing everyone again. Everything here is going great. I've given you a picture in the envelope I found in my trunk. Only you and I are in it, and we look so young! We were only in our first year, just after the End of the Year Feast. I know this is going to be awkward Harry, but I want to talk about what happened yesterday. Could you maybe owl me? I mean, right after you finish reading this? I have to go now but please write back a.s.a.p. With love, Hermione
Great, Harry thought. She's probably totally regretting what happened yesterday. Harry still couldn't believe what had happened the day before, but he couldn't deny that he didn't enjoy it. Never had he had the courage to even kiss a girl, and he had been going far past making out. Whatever had happened he knew hormones had a big thing to do with it. Though only being with her for 10 minutes that day-with their clothes on- had confirmed his feelings for her. But had they gone too far too quickly? They had done some naughty stuff, but they didn't actually get the chance to do it. Harry looked at the picture of them and smiled to himself. They looked so young and cute...and innocent. Harry began writing back to Hermione right away as she had asked, though he was unsure of what to say.
Hermione, How are you? Everything here is going well. Actually, everything is going great here. They Dursley's are actually being nice to me. But more on topic. I'm sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to get so carried away. But the truth is, I do like as more than a friend, and I wasn't sure about my feeling until I saw you yesterday. I didn't want to let you go when I first hugged you. Though, I didn't began just liking you when I saw you, I had been questioning my feelings for you all year, but I knew what I was feeling yesterday. I understand if you don't feel the same or don't want to take our relationship as far as being girlfriend and boyfriend, because we've always had an amazing friendship. I'm so sorry again about what happened yesterday, and I hope I haven't caused any problems. Please write back. With love, Harry
There, Harry thought hoping it was good enough for Hermione. He personally thought he sounded cheesy, but was really meant everything he had said. Now he would just have to wait for her reply. "Here," Harry said, trying to tie the letter to Hedwig's leg. "Take this to Hermione. And mind you, please get it there quickly." Hedwig hooted in reply before soaring out the window. Harry sat in his desk watching her fly into the setting sun, and continued to just look even after the sun had set.
* The next day at breakfast was just as good as the day before. Harry was going to force himself to speak with his aunt, because she had come to his room the night before. As she opened his door she whispered his name to check if he was awake she had awoken him just enough to understand what she had done. She walked to his bed, smoothed out his sheets, and then placed a kiss on his forehead beside his scar. "I love you, Harry," she whispered softly. She watched him for a few moments then silently left his room. Harry wasn't exactly sure what he was going to say to his aunt, but he wanted just to know that they were actually going to forget about the grudges they had held against each other for the past 14 years of their lives. After breakfast, Harry decided to help his aunt clean the kitchen. "Y-you don't mind if I help tidy the kitchen with you, do you, aunt Petunia?" Harry was pretty sure she wouldn't mind, but figured he should ask first. "oh-well, I suppose it's alright," she said cheerfully. "If you'd like you can put the dishes away." "Right," Harry said, getting straight to work. After a few minutes of silence Harry decided his aunt wasn't going to just begin talking about what he was thinking. "Er, aunt Petunia," Harry began, unsure of what to say and finally deciding. "I know you never wanted me to live here, and I'm sorry about that, but it really wasn't my choice." Harry stopped to take a deep breath, hoping he was choosing the right words. "I-I want you and uncle Vernon to know that I am thankful for you keeping me here. I know none of us have really gotten along well, but I want that to change. As little as I show it, I do love you, you're the only one I have left of the family I never knew..." Harry's voice trailed off into a whisper. He was trying to fight tears back. Harry looked over at his aunt who was washing the other dishes. There were tears freely falling down her face. Without even drying her hands she practically leapt onto Harry, pleading forgiveness between her sobs. Her head was buried into his shoulder. He was already the same height as her. "I-I'm s-so s-sorry!" she said. "I loved Lily so much, but I was so jealous when she got her letter. I've wanted to love you the way she would have, but I never realized it! Dudley finally made me realize it's a gift you have," she continued. "You're not abnormal, or- or mental. A-and he told Vernon and I everything you've gone through. Coming here should have been relaxing for you, but it probably just made things even worse!" She continued to cry into his shoulder, going on about how sorry she was. "It's alright aunt Petunia. Really." Harry tried to get her to listen, but she just kept on weeping. "Petunia!" Harry shouted, finally getting her attention. "It's alright," Harry said with a small laugh. "I forgive you." "Oh thank-you, Harry!" she said, breaking down all over again. The two of them stood there embracing each other for another half hour. When Petunia finally let Harry go, she thanked him again, apologized once more, and assured him he would not regret it.
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A/N- There was actually supposed to be more to this chapter but I think im just going to make it a whole other chapter. Plz r/r!
