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Title: Harry Potter and the Prophecy of the Veil
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Even though I wish Harry Potter was mine, he's not....and neither are any of JKR's creations....darn.....
A cool gust of wind burst through the window, awaking Harry from his uneasy sleep. A chill ran down his spine, and he rubbed his hands together. It was unusually cold for summer, and out of the window he saw the outline of dark clouds. It was still dark, the clouds moved back and forth in front of the crescent shaped moon. Harry noticed a folded piece of parchment on his desk, hopefully it was a reply from Hermione. He jumped up from his bed and read through it quickly.
Harry,
Mum said we could drive out to get you in the morning,
are you sure you want to leave? We could take you to
see Lupin if you prefer, either way, I'll see you tomorrow.
Hermione
Harry breathed a sigh of relief, he began to write a reply, but noticed that Hedwig was gone, probably out hunting. He put down his quill, and ran his fingers through his hair. His stomach growled slightly as Harry looked at the clock, 3:12. Surely no one from the business party was still downstairs. He slowly opened his door, trying not to disturb anyone, he heard both is uncle and cousin snoring loudly in their rooms. The stairs creaked slightly as he walked down barefoot. As he walked past the entry way he saw the shadows casted from the television, Dudley had probably left it on before dragging himself upstairs to go to bed. But as he walked by he saw his aunt sitting in front of the screen with a bowl of chex mix in her lap, she was still dressed in her dinner clothing, and her hair had become a frizzy mess.
"Harry dear, what are you doing up so late?" Petunia questioned from the couch. he was surprised at the kind tone of her voice, and the fact that she had just called him "dear."
"I was hungry," he slowly replied, slightly disturbed by the smile on her face.
"Oh well what do you want Harry? I'll make it for you," Harry's eyebrows raised as his aunt actually got up, and went into the kitchen.
"Uh...I was gonna make a sandwich," he managed to cough out.
"Oh I'll get it for you, you can go sit down and watch the TV," Harry walked back into the living room quite confused. Considering the way he had acted earlier that day the last thing he had expected was for her to actually be...nice to him.
"Here you go dear," Petunia said as she walked in several moments later with a plate in her hand. "It's turkey, you do like turkey, right?"
"Um...yeah, turkey, turkey is fine," he took a bite, half expecting it to taste like rat poison. They both sat in silence for several minutes, watching an American gameshow with an annoying host that had the tendency to flick spit onto the camera lens. "Aunt Petunia?" Harry asked quietly.
"Yes dear?"
"Why are you being so nice to me?" As soon as he asked he wished he hadn't. He didn't want to know the response, by asking this one question he could have gotten himself into a lot of trouble.
Petunia laughed. "Oh I knew that was coming," she said with a smile. "We need to talk Harry, you need to know the truth about our family, and maybe understand why I am so bitter towards the wizarding world. You see, I learned of your godfather's death just several days ago. I know you two were close, Dumbledore likes to keep me informed."
"What does Sirius' death have to do with our family?"
"Nothing actually, it just reminded me that its time to tell you."
"Tell me what?"
"Petunia sighed for a moment, she looked up towards the ceiling as if pondering where to begin. "You have been led to believe that your grandparents, your great-grandparents, and everyone farther back in our ancestry was Muggle, correct?" Harry simply nodded. "Well we lied...because we were to ashamed of what we really were." At this her eyes began to water. "The reason I am so bitter toward the wizarding world is because...I'm a squib Harry. You and your mother are the only legitimate witch and wizard we have had in our family for six generations." Petunia wiped her eyes and sniffled a little before continuing. "And I am so sorry for the way I have treated you for the past fifteen years. But after hearing of Sirius' death I realized that you are all that I have left of my sister, and contrary to what I have told you in the past, I loved my sister dearly."
Harry felt a lump forming in the back of his throat. He realized that he had discovered the one thing he had always wanted, family. In an instant Harry forgave her for everything that had happened, he had found one more thing he could count on in the world, and wasn't willing to let it go.
"I guess this wouldn't be a good time to tell you that I'm leaving tomorrow, I'm staying with a friend."
"I dont blame you," Petunia laughed. "Just know Harry, that no matter what happens you really do have a family under this roof." Petunia pulled Harry into a tight hug. "We love you."
Okay, so I know that Petunia is kinda OOC in this chapter, but I had to have a bonding experience between the two because its going to be important later. I'm not particularly fond of this chapter, It just couldn't get it to flow right, if anyone thinks its REALLY bad let me know and I'll work on it some more.
Thanks again to those who reviewed, and to everyone else out there, dont be afraid to hit the little button and send some love this way, heh. (c/c wanted too).
Title: Harry Potter and the Prophecy of the Veil
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Even though I wish Harry Potter was mine, he's not....and neither are any of JKR's creations....darn.....
A cool gust of wind burst through the window, awaking Harry from his uneasy sleep. A chill ran down his spine, and he rubbed his hands together. It was unusually cold for summer, and out of the window he saw the outline of dark clouds. It was still dark, the clouds moved back and forth in front of the crescent shaped moon. Harry noticed a folded piece of parchment on his desk, hopefully it was a reply from Hermione. He jumped up from his bed and read through it quickly.
Harry,
Mum said we could drive out to get you in the morning,
are you sure you want to leave? We could take you to
see Lupin if you prefer, either way, I'll see you tomorrow.
Hermione
Harry breathed a sigh of relief, he began to write a reply, but noticed that Hedwig was gone, probably out hunting. He put down his quill, and ran his fingers through his hair. His stomach growled slightly as Harry looked at the clock, 3:12. Surely no one from the business party was still downstairs. He slowly opened his door, trying not to disturb anyone, he heard both is uncle and cousin snoring loudly in their rooms. The stairs creaked slightly as he walked down barefoot. As he walked past the entry way he saw the shadows casted from the television, Dudley had probably left it on before dragging himself upstairs to go to bed. But as he walked by he saw his aunt sitting in front of the screen with a bowl of chex mix in her lap, she was still dressed in her dinner clothing, and her hair had become a frizzy mess.
"Harry dear, what are you doing up so late?" Petunia questioned from the couch. he was surprised at the kind tone of her voice, and the fact that she had just called him "dear."
"I was hungry," he slowly replied, slightly disturbed by the smile on her face.
"Oh well what do you want Harry? I'll make it for you," Harry's eyebrows raised as his aunt actually got up, and went into the kitchen.
"Uh...I was gonna make a sandwich," he managed to cough out.
"Oh I'll get it for you, you can go sit down and watch the TV," Harry walked back into the living room quite confused. Considering the way he had acted earlier that day the last thing he had expected was for her to actually be...nice to him.
"Here you go dear," Petunia said as she walked in several moments later with a plate in her hand. "It's turkey, you do like turkey, right?"
"Um...yeah, turkey, turkey is fine," he took a bite, half expecting it to taste like rat poison. They both sat in silence for several minutes, watching an American gameshow with an annoying host that had the tendency to flick spit onto the camera lens. "Aunt Petunia?" Harry asked quietly.
"Yes dear?"
"Why are you being so nice to me?" As soon as he asked he wished he hadn't. He didn't want to know the response, by asking this one question he could have gotten himself into a lot of trouble.
Petunia laughed. "Oh I knew that was coming," she said with a smile. "We need to talk Harry, you need to know the truth about our family, and maybe understand why I am so bitter towards the wizarding world. You see, I learned of your godfather's death just several days ago. I know you two were close, Dumbledore likes to keep me informed."
"What does Sirius' death have to do with our family?"
"Nothing actually, it just reminded me that its time to tell you."
"Tell me what?"
"Petunia sighed for a moment, she looked up towards the ceiling as if pondering where to begin. "You have been led to believe that your grandparents, your great-grandparents, and everyone farther back in our ancestry was Muggle, correct?" Harry simply nodded. "Well we lied...because we were to ashamed of what we really were." At this her eyes began to water. "The reason I am so bitter toward the wizarding world is because...I'm a squib Harry. You and your mother are the only legitimate witch and wizard we have had in our family for six generations." Petunia wiped her eyes and sniffled a little before continuing. "And I am so sorry for the way I have treated you for the past fifteen years. But after hearing of Sirius' death I realized that you are all that I have left of my sister, and contrary to what I have told you in the past, I loved my sister dearly."
Harry felt a lump forming in the back of his throat. He realized that he had discovered the one thing he had always wanted, family. In an instant Harry forgave her for everything that had happened, he had found one more thing he could count on in the world, and wasn't willing to let it go.
"I guess this wouldn't be a good time to tell you that I'm leaving tomorrow, I'm staying with a friend."
"I dont blame you," Petunia laughed. "Just know Harry, that no matter what happens you really do have a family under this roof." Petunia pulled Harry into a tight hug. "We love you."
Okay, so I know that Petunia is kinda OOC in this chapter, but I had to have a bonding experience between the two because its going to be important later. I'm not particularly fond of this chapter, It just couldn't get it to flow right, if anyone thinks its REALLY bad let me know and I'll work on it some more.
Thanks again to those who reviewed, and to everyone else out there, dont be afraid to hit the little button and send some love this way, heh. (c/c wanted too).