Disclaimer: I do not own the HP world, or any of the characters that J.K. Rowling came up with, but I do own original characters that I myself made up. Here's chapter 2 ladies and gentlemen!
The party would slowly start up again, it took an hour for everyone to recover from shock. Clara actually going to Hogwarts, Harry would be smiling the whole entire time. He remembered when he first went there, a scared little first year. He had excitement in his heart for once. He had tried ducking every single time Clara walked up to him. He was dodging questions about the letter she had received. Aunt Petunia was sitting in one of the many chairs, sleeping a bit. Dudley was trying to keep a bit of face, though he had terror in his eyes. Harry remembered what had happened to Dudley when Harry got his first letter from Hogwarts. Hagrid, the gamekeeper, had given Dudley a pig tail. So Harry could not really blame him for that.
He looked at the clock and saw that it was time for opening presents. Aunt Petunia was prodded awake by her son.
"Mother, time to watch Clara open up her presents."
Petunia would nod and slowly stand up. All of the guests would follow her into the kitchen, where a huge pile of presents were seen. Harry would be left behind in the front room, he was looking out the window, a smile on his face. He could imagine Uncle Vernon's face getting all red and swollen with anger. Then Harry noticed that someone was standing next to him. He raised his brow slightly at Clara.
"You are suppose to be opening presents at the moment my dear niece."
"I know, I slipped away because my dad was doing a toast, and I don't have much time before he realizes that I am gone."
Harry smiled, and he tried straightening out his untidy hair. It only got worse the more he tried. Looking down at Clara, he would put a hand on her shoulder and push her back into the dining room. She would begin to open her mouth to protest. Then her father locked eyes with her. Sheepishly she walked to end of the table where all of the presents were. Growing up Clara was always being spoiled with presents, always was sent to the best schools in England. Though, it never made her happy, she knew there were more things out there. Every time she looked at a black cat, she would follow it. Every time she saw a broomstick, she wanted to hop on and fly it. There were parts of her life that she believed were missing, parts that even she did not know about.
"Blow out the candles sweetie." Petunia was standing next to her, along with her father and mother. Harry was in the back, where he felt most comfortable.
Clara looked and saw that the lights in the room were out, candles were lit on a big square cake. Everyone was starring at her, except for her Uncle Harry. She closed her eyes tightly and wished with all of her heart that Harry would tell her about this strange Hogwarts letter she had received. Just as she was about to blow out the candles, another two owls arrived. Everyone once more would duck as the two swept in. One was a small owl, it dropped the package right into the big cake. The other was a pretty black owl who place a big package on the side of the messy cake. Both would then land on Harry's shoulder.
"Pig?" Harry had asked the small owl it's name, and it hooted gleefully.
The other owl belonged to a local owl post office. Harry knew that it was from Hermione. Her and Ron had decided to marry each other for some odd reason. It was a wonderful wedding, the best Harry had ever been to. In fact, he helped pay for some of it. Mrs. Weasley made sure he was invited. All of the guests were now looking at him, perplexed looks on their faces. It was time for him to leave, he was only there to give his congratulations anyway. As he left the room the two owls would fly out the way they came in. Harry would go to grab his coat and his broomstick.
Suddenly a big hand would grip his shoulder. Immediately he would place a hand in his pocket where his wand resided. Slowly he would turn and see his cousin's face, slightly flushed from anger. It reminded Harry of all those times that Uncle Vernon yelled at him.
"Yes Dudley?"
He glared at Harry for a moment, like it was his fault for ruining the party.
"You…are…not…going..anywhere…."
Dudley's grip would tighten, Harry could tell that he was frighten. Then Clara came storming up to her highly tempered father. "Leave Uncle Harry alone Dad, it wasn't his fault that the cake was ruined, it was that ruddy owl!"
Harry gave a bit of a smile to his niece. He thought he would show up, considering it was only family in the room. Slowly he would turn around, and whip out his wand. He was using his reflexes he used when dueling with certain individuals. The wand was pointed at Dudley, he wondered how Clara would take this situation.
Clara was summoning up all of her courage, with her own reflexes she would grab Harry's wrist gently.
"Please Uncle Harry..put that, that…wand away." Harry blinked and would do so. She gave a great sigh and looked at her dad. He was now petrified of Harry. Clara wondered if this is why she was told all sorts of bad things about her Uncle Harry. Were her dad and mom scared of him because he could do things they had never seen before? She would turn towards her mom, her grandma, and finally her dad.
"Dad..I am going upstairs and packing my suitcase, I am going to live with Uncle Harry for the rest of the summer, and don't you dare stop me..neither of you!"
Dudley was too terrified to stop his own daughter, Harry would blink and look into her eyes. "Clara..you…"
Harry thought for a moment, thought real hard. There was only two weeks left until the train for Hogwarts left. In that time Harry could explain to his niece everything. He sighed, he did have to show her Diagon Alley anyway. Considering the Dursley's never knew where it was located. Yes Harry was going to have to show her.
"Only if it is alright with your mum and dad first."
Clara would smile sweetly, looking to her dad. He would stand and nod, then she looked to her mom. Her mom smiled. "Only if you want to Clara dear."
That settles that ,Clara thought. She would then go upstairs and begin to pack her suitcase.
Alright! Chapter 2 already in the mix! A bit of inside info for you all, the reason I named Harry's niece is because Clara was the name of the girl in the nutcracker, her uncle had given her the nutcracker for Christmas..so in a way Harry is giving her the greatest gift of all! This chapter was a bit longer, but I didn't want to stretch really.
The party would slowly start up again, it took an hour for everyone to recover from shock. Clara actually going to Hogwarts, Harry would be smiling the whole entire time. He remembered when he first went there, a scared little first year. He had excitement in his heart for once. He had tried ducking every single time Clara walked up to him. He was dodging questions about the letter she had received. Aunt Petunia was sitting in one of the many chairs, sleeping a bit. Dudley was trying to keep a bit of face, though he had terror in his eyes. Harry remembered what had happened to Dudley when Harry got his first letter from Hogwarts. Hagrid, the gamekeeper, had given Dudley a pig tail. So Harry could not really blame him for that.
He looked at the clock and saw that it was time for opening presents. Aunt Petunia was prodded awake by her son.
"Mother, time to watch Clara open up her presents."
Petunia would nod and slowly stand up. All of the guests would follow her into the kitchen, where a huge pile of presents were seen. Harry would be left behind in the front room, he was looking out the window, a smile on his face. He could imagine Uncle Vernon's face getting all red and swollen with anger. Then Harry noticed that someone was standing next to him. He raised his brow slightly at Clara.
"You are suppose to be opening presents at the moment my dear niece."
"I know, I slipped away because my dad was doing a toast, and I don't have much time before he realizes that I am gone."
Harry smiled, and he tried straightening out his untidy hair. It only got worse the more he tried. Looking down at Clara, he would put a hand on her shoulder and push her back into the dining room. She would begin to open her mouth to protest. Then her father locked eyes with her. Sheepishly she walked to end of the table where all of the presents were. Growing up Clara was always being spoiled with presents, always was sent to the best schools in England. Though, it never made her happy, she knew there were more things out there. Every time she looked at a black cat, she would follow it. Every time she saw a broomstick, she wanted to hop on and fly it. There were parts of her life that she believed were missing, parts that even she did not know about.
"Blow out the candles sweetie." Petunia was standing next to her, along with her father and mother. Harry was in the back, where he felt most comfortable.
Clara looked and saw that the lights in the room were out, candles were lit on a big square cake. Everyone was starring at her, except for her Uncle Harry. She closed her eyes tightly and wished with all of her heart that Harry would tell her about this strange Hogwarts letter she had received. Just as she was about to blow out the candles, another two owls arrived. Everyone once more would duck as the two swept in. One was a small owl, it dropped the package right into the big cake. The other was a pretty black owl who place a big package on the side of the messy cake. Both would then land on Harry's shoulder.
"Pig?" Harry had asked the small owl it's name, and it hooted gleefully.
The other owl belonged to a local owl post office. Harry knew that it was from Hermione. Her and Ron had decided to marry each other for some odd reason. It was a wonderful wedding, the best Harry had ever been to. In fact, he helped pay for some of it. Mrs. Weasley made sure he was invited. All of the guests were now looking at him, perplexed looks on their faces. It was time for him to leave, he was only there to give his congratulations anyway. As he left the room the two owls would fly out the way they came in. Harry would go to grab his coat and his broomstick.
Suddenly a big hand would grip his shoulder. Immediately he would place a hand in his pocket where his wand resided. Slowly he would turn and see his cousin's face, slightly flushed from anger. It reminded Harry of all those times that Uncle Vernon yelled at him.
"Yes Dudley?"
He glared at Harry for a moment, like it was his fault for ruining the party.
"You…are…not…going..anywhere…."
Dudley's grip would tighten, Harry could tell that he was frighten. Then Clara came storming up to her highly tempered father. "Leave Uncle Harry alone Dad, it wasn't his fault that the cake was ruined, it was that ruddy owl!"
Harry gave a bit of a smile to his niece. He thought he would show up, considering it was only family in the room. Slowly he would turn around, and whip out his wand. He was using his reflexes he used when dueling with certain individuals. The wand was pointed at Dudley, he wondered how Clara would take this situation.
Clara was summoning up all of her courage, with her own reflexes she would grab Harry's wrist gently.
"Please Uncle Harry..put that, that…wand away." Harry blinked and would do so. She gave a great sigh and looked at her dad. He was now petrified of Harry. Clara wondered if this is why she was told all sorts of bad things about her Uncle Harry. Were her dad and mom scared of him because he could do things they had never seen before? She would turn towards her mom, her grandma, and finally her dad.
"Dad..I am going upstairs and packing my suitcase, I am going to live with Uncle Harry for the rest of the summer, and don't you dare stop me..neither of you!"
Dudley was too terrified to stop his own daughter, Harry would blink and look into her eyes. "Clara..you…"
Harry thought for a moment, thought real hard. There was only two weeks left until the train for Hogwarts left. In that time Harry could explain to his niece everything. He sighed, he did have to show her Diagon Alley anyway. Considering the Dursley's never knew where it was located. Yes Harry was going to have to show her.
"Only if it is alright with your mum and dad first."
Clara would smile sweetly, looking to her dad. He would stand and nod, then she looked to her mom. Her mom smiled. "Only if you want to Clara dear."
That settles that ,Clara thought. She would then go upstairs and begin to pack her suitcase.
Alright! Chapter 2 already in the mix! A bit of inside info for you all, the reason I named Harry's niece is because Clara was the name of the girl in the nutcracker, her uncle had given her the nutcracker for Christmas..so in a way Harry is giving her the greatest gift of all! This chapter was a bit longer, but I didn't want to stretch really.