Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or anything officially related to it.
Warnings: This is AU but still might be some spoilers for all the books. SLASH, language, and violence in later chapters.
Pairings: None at the moment
R&R!!!
Chapter 1
Vernon Dursley hummed quietly as he descended the grand staircase in the foyer of his manor, his left hand trailing along the rail while his right held his dark brown leather briefcase.
At the bottom, he stopped and gazed around his finally finished house. The foyer had mahogany floors made from the tree Swietenia mahagoni, the stairs were made of white marble streaked with gray, a long burgundy rug embroidered with golden silk ran down the center.
The walls were painted a rich scarlet with golden sconces on either side of the front door held tall, spiraled red candles that had never been lit.
The ceiling was over ten feet high and also mahogany, carved with elaborate patterns. A tall, but small round table sat in one corner with a golden dish sitting on it had a pair of keys in it.
In the other corner was a hickory coat rack topped with a tiny, gold ball, had a black leather trench coat hanging from one of the arms.
On the left side of the room a doorway led to the living room. The room had a large, bay window overlooking the beautifully kept lawns and front gardens, the window seat was upholstered in navy blue, with hunter green pillows and matching drapes.
Across from the window, was a big fireplace, with bricks laid in a Flemish bond, silver framed pictures sat along the mantle piece and a mirror in a silver frame molded to look like leaves, hung above it.
The walls were slate blue, trimmed with ebony. The floor was parqueted, maple inlaid with ebony and mahogany, creating a huge star burst that spread across almost the entire floor.
In the center of the star burst, in the middle of the room, was a sitting arrangement. A black leather couch sat facing the fireplace, a silver, glass top table and black leather chairs sat on the ends.
A crystal vase with a single white Lilly sat on the table and a hunter green throw was slung across the back of the couch.
On the other side of the foyer, another doorway led to the den, which was decorated in a woodsy cabin style, with oak floors covered with a hunter green, black and navy blue rug.
The walls had rough, wood paneling and shelves that held various woodland creatures' models, like moose, wolves and different types of birds.
The furniture was made to look like it was made from tree branches, with dark knots and wormholes. The ceiling was lower then the others and had a chandelier made from moose and deer antlers.
All in all the entire house was richly decorated, in different themes, French Renaissance, Gothic, Baroque, Modern, Woodsy, Asian, Roman and anything else that he could think of.
He had recently bought the huge mansion and had the place completely redone, it was finally finished and he, his wife and his nephew were thrilled about it.
And speaking of his nephew, today was his fifteenth birthday. Vernon still couldn't believe it had been fourteen years ago that his life had been blessed with finding the tiny child on his doorstep, when he and his wife lived in Surrey. He had been upset about the death of the Potters' but nobody could wish for a better kid then his nephew, Harry.
Vernon continued walked through his house till he reached the kitchen. The cook, May Ames, was finishing making breakfast.
"Good morning, May." Vernon said cheerfully and helped himself to some of the freshly brewed coffee.
"Good morning to you too, Mr. Dursley." May replied, putting the eggs on the plates. "Today is young master Harry's birthday, is it not?"
"Yes, it is. I'm not sure what I'm going to get him, he rarely asks for anything, except when he needs it." Vernon sighed.
"Well, I'm sure you'll think of something and whatever it is Harry will love it." She walked out of the room to set the breakfast table.
"You could tell him what was in that letter that was left with him, when he was a baby." A voice said from behind them.
Vernon turned, standing in the doorway was his wife Petunia. She had blonde hair that fell to her shoulders, blue eyes and was tall and slim.
"Pet, you know I can't do that." Vernon said with a pained expression. "The reason I didn't let Harry skip grades and go to collage, was because I didn't want him to be gone for such a long time. If he goes to that boarding school, I'll miss him too much, I know that sounds stupid, but it's true. And you know you would miss him too."
"Yes, Vernon, I would miss Harry, " Petunia sighed and walked closer to her husband. "But you're going to have to let him leave sometime. What are you going to do when he grows up, have him live here with his wife? He needs to be out on his own sometime, and you know how he is with knowledge, he'd give his right arm to be able to study something new, and magic is something not even he knows about."
"I know. But you have to admit it's going to be fairly boring around here without Harry."
Petunia laughed. "That's for sure, between all his music and the victory parties he's thrown, I've gone slightly deaf."
"Well, I suppose that it then. I'll tell him after breakfast."
A/N: Hope this is more easy to read than the previous time I posted it.
Guten Tag -- Reine