Chapter 2: Explainations
Harry awoke to the sound of Uncle Vernon's deep roar.
"HARRY POTTER!! YOU GET YOUR ARSE DOWN HER NOW!!" Hary leapt out of bed and thudded down the stairs. Uncle Vernon was red faced and clutching a letter tightly in his fat fist. Petunia was peering out of the kitchen half anxiously and half nervously. Dudley was slightly turned from the armchair in front of the TV, intent on seeing his father yell at Harry.
"What is the bloody meaning..of this?" Vernon sputtered pointing a stubby finger towards the letter, which, Harry saw was addressed to Petunia. He shoved the letter into Harry's hands and Harry read it.
Dear Mrs. P. Dursley
Due to the recent events that have happened the past year, the Ministry requires your presence at a manditory meeting at the Minstry of Magic on the 4th of August discussing He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and Mr. Harry Potter. You will surely remember how to get to the Ministry. If not, a map is attatched.
Sincerely,
Arthur Weasley
Minister of Magic
"Mr Weasley?" Harry wondered alound.
"Do you know him Harry? Is he nice?" Petunia asked anxiously, then shut up when Vernon gave her a look.
"Yeah he's my best friends dad. What's this about?" Harry asked. Petunia sighed.
"Oh I knew this was bound to come out sooner or later. Vernon, Dudley dearest, I need to speak with Harry alone," Petunia said with a defeated sigh. Both Vernon and Dudley managed to go upstairs after giving questioning looks to the pair. Petunia gestured Harry to sit down in the living room and she sat across from him. Making sure her husband and son weren't eavesdropping, she began her story.
"I was two years younger than Lily was, so when she got her letter, I of course, couldn't wait to follow in her footsteps. Nobody but my parents and Lily know this, but I did get accepted to Hogwarts. I was Sorted into Hufflepuff and tried to live up to the reputation Lily'd already set: perfect marks, popular, just everything perfect," she began, shuddering at the memory of it.
"But that year went all wrong. You-Know-Who tried to attack the castle. Naturally with Dumbledore, he failed. But as we awaited the outcome of what was to come, I attempted to do a spell I hadn't been able to in Professor Flitwick's class that day. I couldn't do it. This was the beginning of the year, so I thought, being new at magic, it would come. I was incredibally wrong. It never worked. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't understand. How could my sister do all those charms when I couldn't. I had a meeting with Professor Dumbledore, Professor Sprout and the Minister of Magic at that time, oh, I forget his name! Oh, Cornelius Fudge, that's it. I took an exam, and it came out...I was a Squib. I didn't belong at Hogwarts, with my sister and her crowd. A Muggleborn Squib. Very rare, but it does happen. You can imagine my parents disappointment when I was sent home that year. I didn't even last a year at Hogwarts and already I was home to stay. Lily came home over the summers, preforming all those charms and jinxes like a bloody know-it-all. Her friends from Hogwarts came over too. I remember a few of them, Remus Lupin, Molly Prewett though she was three years older a mentor I guess, Sirius Black, and of course James Potter, but mostly that was the summer after sixth year, when, according to Lily, James and Sirius stopped being arses." Harry chuckled at this. He remembered Professor Snape's worst memory, and knew why his mother'd tried not to show interest in James.
"Yes, I suppose you've heard about what happened when they were in school. But as the years past and the more advanced in magic Lily became, the more and more I hated the magic world and her and her friends. It was so hard, seeing her do things I could never do, and never will be able to," Petunia continued, her voice shaking slightly.
"I did attend Lily and James wedding, reluctantly and at the will of our parents. Then you were born. I knew from the start you'd be like them, your father and more knew that. Then...that night came. And you were left on our doorstep with a letter explaining why you had to stay with us, I'm sure you know why now," Harry nodded.
"You look like your father Harry. But your eyes, they're Lily's. I couldn't look at you without feeling the surges of hatred I had against Lily. But not only hatred, no, I felt guilt and regret. Before Hogwarts, Lily'd been so kind to me, and when I got sent home, she had tried to cheer me up. But she had her life and the thirst to show off what she'd learnt. I was devastated when she died, I'd never gotten a chance to tell her what a good sister she had tried to be, and that I didn't really hate her. I suppose I took out all my anger and remorse on not telling her on you Harry, and I am truly sorry. Now Vernon on the other hand, he's a Muggle so obviously, he doesn't understand, and he's a bit of an...angry person, and he doesn't like magical folk because of the way I talked about them, so he hates you. And Dudley, well, he's so much like his father, and he just treats you the way we do. I am sorry though Harry," Petunia said. A single teardrop dropped into her lap and Harry realized this was not some rehearsed story, but the truth. He hesitated, but patted his aunt's hand to show he understood.
"Well, today's the 4th isn't it? I must get ready," she said, getting up.
"Aunt Petunia?" Harry called. Petunia turned around.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Thanks. And good luck," he said. A faint smile crossed Petunia's face.
"Thank you Harry," she said and went upstairs to change.
Harry waited up for Aunt Petunia that night. Finally he heard the car come into the driveway around eleven and he bounded down the stairs.
"Well?" he asked.
"We discussed how you are going to the Quidditch Cup on the 12th, and how you will stay at the Burrow from the 10th until the end of the school year. Now, I expect you were going to tell us at one point you'd be leaving, right?" Petunia asked him.
"I was going to ask you, but then all this happened and.." Harry trailed off. Petunia nodded, understanding.
"Well, off to bed with you Harry," she said, shooing him up the stairs.
"Goodnight Aunt Petunia," he called. Petunia found herself smiling as he went up the steps towards his bedroom.
"Goodnight Harry," she said.
Please R/R!!
Harry awoke to the sound of Uncle Vernon's deep roar.
"HARRY POTTER!! YOU GET YOUR ARSE DOWN HER NOW!!" Hary leapt out of bed and thudded down the stairs. Uncle Vernon was red faced and clutching a letter tightly in his fat fist. Petunia was peering out of the kitchen half anxiously and half nervously. Dudley was slightly turned from the armchair in front of the TV, intent on seeing his father yell at Harry.
"What is the bloody meaning..of this?" Vernon sputtered pointing a stubby finger towards the letter, which, Harry saw was addressed to Petunia. He shoved the letter into Harry's hands and Harry read it.
Dear Mrs. P. Dursley
Due to the recent events that have happened the past year, the Ministry requires your presence at a manditory meeting at the Minstry of Magic on the 4th of August discussing He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and Mr. Harry Potter. You will surely remember how to get to the Ministry. If not, a map is attatched.
Sincerely,
Arthur Weasley
Minister of Magic
"Mr Weasley?" Harry wondered alound.
"Do you know him Harry? Is he nice?" Petunia asked anxiously, then shut up when Vernon gave her a look.
"Yeah he's my best friends dad. What's this about?" Harry asked. Petunia sighed.
"Oh I knew this was bound to come out sooner or later. Vernon, Dudley dearest, I need to speak with Harry alone," Petunia said with a defeated sigh. Both Vernon and Dudley managed to go upstairs after giving questioning looks to the pair. Petunia gestured Harry to sit down in the living room and she sat across from him. Making sure her husband and son weren't eavesdropping, she began her story.
"I was two years younger than Lily was, so when she got her letter, I of course, couldn't wait to follow in her footsteps. Nobody but my parents and Lily know this, but I did get accepted to Hogwarts. I was Sorted into Hufflepuff and tried to live up to the reputation Lily'd already set: perfect marks, popular, just everything perfect," she began, shuddering at the memory of it.
"But that year went all wrong. You-Know-Who tried to attack the castle. Naturally with Dumbledore, he failed. But as we awaited the outcome of what was to come, I attempted to do a spell I hadn't been able to in Professor Flitwick's class that day. I couldn't do it. This was the beginning of the year, so I thought, being new at magic, it would come. I was incredibally wrong. It never worked. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't understand. How could my sister do all those charms when I couldn't. I had a meeting with Professor Dumbledore, Professor Sprout and the Minister of Magic at that time, oh, I forget his name! Oh, Cornelius Fudge, that's it. I took an exam, and it came out...I was a Squib. I didn't belong at Hogwarts, with my sister and her crowd. A Muggleborn Squib. Very rare, but it does happen. You can imagine my parents disappointment when I was sent home that year. I didn't even last a year at Hogwarts and already I was home to stay. Lily came home over the summers, preforming all those charms and jinxes like a bloody know-it-all. Her friends from Hogwarts came over too. I remember a few of them, Remus Lupin, Molly Prewett though she was three years older a mentor I guess, Sirius Black, and of course James Potter, but mostly that was the summer after sixth year, when, according to Lily, James and Sirius stopped being arses." Harry chuckled at this. He remembered Professor Snape's worst memory, and knew why his mother'd tried not to show interest in James.
"Yes, I suppose you've heard about what happened when they were in school. But as the years past and the more advanced in magic Lily became, the more and more I hated the magic world and her and her friends. It was so hard, seeing her do things I could never do, and never will be able to," Petunia continued, her voice shaking slightly.
"I did attend Lily and James wedding, reluctantly and at the will of our parents. Then you were born. I knew from the start you'd be like them, your father and more knew that. Then...that night came. And you were left on our doorstep with a letter explaining why you had to stay with us, I'm sure you know why now," Harry nodded.
"You look like your father Harry. But your eyes, they're Lily's. I couldn't look at you without feeling the surges of hatred I had against Lily. But not only hatred, no, I felt guilt and regret. Before Hogwarts, Lily'd been so kind to me, and when I got sent home, she had tried to cheer me up. But she had her life and the thirst to show off what she'd learnt. I was devastated when she died, I'd never gotten a chance to tell her what a good sister she had tried to be, and that I didn't really hate her. I suppose I took out all my anger and remorse on not telling her on you Harry, and I am truly sorry. Now Vernon on the other hand, he's a Muggle so obviously, he doesn't understand, and he's a bit of an...angry person, and he doesn't like magical folk because of the way I talked about them, so he hates you. And Dudley, well, he's so much like his father, and he just treats you the way we do. I am sorry though Harry," Petunia said. A single teardrop dropped into her lap and Harry realized this was not some rehearsed story, but the truth. He hesitated, but patted his aunt's hand to show he understood.
"Well, today's the 4th isn't it? I must get ready," she said, getting up.
"Aunt Petunia?" Harry called. Petunia turned around.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Thanks. And good luck," he said. A faint smile crossed Petunia's face.
"Thank you Harry," she said and went upstairs to change.
Harry waited up for Aunt Petunia that night. Finally he heard the car come into the driveway around eleven and he bounded down the stairs.
"Well?" he asked.
"We discussed how you are going to the Quidditch Cup on the 12th, and how you will stay at the Burrow from the 10th until the end of the school year. Now, I expect you were going to tell us at one point you'd be leaving, right?" Petunia asked him.
"I was going to ask you, but then all this happened and.." Harry trailed off. Petunia nodded, understanding.
"Well, off to bed with you Harry," she said, shooing him up the stairs.
"Goodnight Aunt Petunia," he called. Petunia found herself smiling as he went up the steps towards his bedroom.
"Goodnight Harry," she said.
Please R/R!!