Chap 1: A Cup Of Tea
Harry sat on the couch, watching these two people telling him they were his
Grandparents. They must be off their rockers…Harry thought in utter horror.
The woman turned around and knelt down to look at some pictures on a nearby
table which was full of the smiling face of Harry's piggish cousin, Dudley.
"You can't be my Grandparents!" Harry felt himself saying,
inching more into the couch and away from the two intruders, whom he did not
believe to be his grandparents.
"Don't be silly, Harry," The woman started as if she expected
him to not believe her.
"We are your mother's Parents, Harry, I'm George and this
is your Grandmother, Rose," The other man continued for his wife.
Harry stared at them in complete bemusement. A smile curled on his face. That's
impossible…because my mother's parents are non-magical! He thought
to himself. He lifted himself off from the couch and took a couple steps away
from them and then turned to them again.
"You can't be my grandparents because my mother's parent's
were muggles!" Harry shouted feeling slightly angry at the joke that had
pulled on him.
"We're Squibs," The man responded sadly.
"Dear, we raised your mother and Petunia in a non-magical surrounding
because we never expected to raise a child with magical powers!" The woman
named Rose urged Harry to believe him.
"Harry, what matter's most right now is that we take you with us
to live. You're no longer safe here at the Dursley's." George
told Harry. Harry felt as if his stomach decided to leave his body. Leaving
the Dursley's…to live with my mother's Parents? Harry felt
excitement run within him. But…what if it's still some joke…
"Speaking of Dursley's," the woman said straightening up.
"Where's Petunia?"
"They're away on vacation, and they'll be back tomorrow morning."
Harry replied blankly. He was hoping that she didn't expect to stay here.
He smiled at himself as he thought of his Uncle's reaction to having Squibs
in the house.
"Well…I don't think they would mind much. They would probably throw a party or something." Harry muttered to himself.
"Well how about some tea," The woman said clapping her hands. "Do you have any tea Harry?"
"Yes, we can go into the kitchen, Aunt Petunia would kill me if I spilled tea on her new carpet…" He said as he walked into the kitchen rolling his eyes. His Grandparent's looked at each other as if to laugh about their clean-freak daughter and followed Harry into the kitchen.
"So," The man said as he sat onto the kitchen table. He looked at his wife, who nodded to him.
"We're sure you have a lot of questions on why where here and why we haven't come any sooner. Am I right?" The man asked Harry who was pouring ice tea into two coffee cups.
"Yeah, I guess so." Harry answered. He picked up the coffee mugs and set them in front of Rose and George and took a seat opposite them on the table waiting for the answer.
The man lifted the coffee cup to his lips and took a tiny sip and set it down. He cleared his throat and began to talk.
"Well, I think it would be best to start from the beginning. You see Harry, your Grandmother and I were both raised in Magical families and knew how it felt to be outsiders, so naturally when we got married and had children, we wanted them to be normal. We of coarse expected to have non-magical children and raised your mother and Petunia as if we had never even heard the word magic. But then we started to notice her being of magical powers and soon enough she got her letter to Hogwarts. We were very proud of her, and when she met your father, we were even happier for her. At times we wished we were more involved with the magical community but it would be too hard for us. When you were born we knew that you would be a special little boy. Then we heard news that your mother and your father went into hiding. Soon after we heard of their death, and that you had driven off He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Naturally, your grandmother and I wanted to take you to live with us." The man looked at Harry apologetically as if to say he was sorry that Harry had to live with his Aunt and Uncle.
"We went straight to Dumbledore as soon as we heard and he said it was best that you stay with your Aunt and Uncle for protection because there are in no way involved or in contact with anyone in the magical community, and that if on your 16th birthday you choose to live with us you can. So that's why were here." The man finished almost out of breath.
Harry sat puzzled confused for it seemed like a full minute. He closed his eyes and thought to himself. Out of all those nights, and I never thought about if I had grandparents…What would life be like to finally live with people who don't flinch every time they look at me…What would it be like to talk to family about my problems or get to know what my mother was like…this is too good to be true. Harry looked up at his Grandparents who sat across the table smiling at him. Harry had a thought come to his mind.
"How did you guys know I would automatically want to come with you, and not stay here?" Harry found himself asking. The woman, his Grandmother, smiled at this question.
"Well Harry, I know your Aunt better than anyone else, and I know that she hates everything to do with magic so I know I'm right in saying she is less than fond of you?" His grandmother asked him in a knowing sort of tone.
"Yeah, her and my Uncle definitely hate me." Harry said as a matter of fact.
"Petunia was always very jealous of your mother, Harry, so just know it's not you she detests. Just that you are magical, and she of coarse when she was younger wished she was. I still remember when she would try to use Lily's want and enchant her hair to go blonde." His Grandfather said chuckling to himself.
Harry laughed out loud to at that comment, he always thought his Aunt just randomly did not like magic but now it made more sense why she hated it so much, was because it made her the odd one in the family.
"So dear, you want to come and live with us, right?" She asked Harry.
"Will I get my own room?" Harry asked eagerly.
"Yes of coarse dear. You can have your mother's old room." His Grandmother answered to him, smiling happily.
Yes, He thought. I'm finally getting out of this stupid house for good….
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Ok....so I answered all the "big" questions. Tell me what you guys think...any ideas on a cool future for this story?