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Chapter 2
...The Question in His Mind...
Harry stood there with his mouth and eyes wide open "But, but I thought you were the normal one in the family not a witch. I thought you said that my Mom was the only one that got a Hogwarts letter out of the two of you. How..."
Petunia laughed softly shaking her head at Harry's antics "Harry dear you saw who my husband is soon to be was. You have seen how he acts when magic is mentioned. Do you honestly think me to be that stupid as to tell him I'm a witch?"
Harry got a weird look on his face at her calling herself a witch. "So let me get this straight. You're a witch like my mum was? You never told me because of your hawsehole of a husband? And now you want to help me get back to Hogwarts?" At her nod he shook his head. "Wow! This is weird" He looked up at her, almost studying her. "All right go get your stuff and we can head out"
He watched as she ran up the stairs, listening to the noise coming from upstairs he thought about everything that had happened to him in the last 5 minutes. Shaking his head more to himself then anything he looked up. Seeing Petunia walking down the starts carrying two duffle bags, smiling at Harry she pulled out her wand and shrunk her bags and her nephew's trunk. Slipping her stuff into pocket and watching Harry do the same she opened the door. Walking out the door and feeling his Aunt follow him he turned to look at the house that had been hell for the last 15 years of his life. "Never coming back" He muttered to himself. Moving to the curb he looked at his aunt.
"Knight Bus?" He questioned
"You bet it Harry"
Petunia replied pulling out her wand, holding it at arm length they waited. Hearing a loud bang a large purple Triple-Decker bus flew around the corner. Pulling his Aunt back before she was hit, Harry smiled up at Stan.
"Hello Stan!"
"Hello Harry!" Smiling while loading up their stuff Harry helped his aunt on to the bus.
"Hogwarts please Stan"
"Right Away Harry"
Sighing happily Harry and his Aunt set in for a bumpy ride.
While on the Knight Bus Harry asks his aunt, "Why did you hate my Mom so much if you are also a witch and have powers?"
"Well, Harry there is a secret that Albus Dumbledore has been keeping from you until your sixth year of Hogwarts and until then I can tell you about your mothers passed. Your mother died for a very big reason, which is up to Professor Dumbledore to tell you and not me. Ask him when we get to Hogwarts maybe he will tell you the real reason why your parents died. Please don't ask me to tell you anything else, which isn't my burden to tell you. I will tell you that your 29 great grandfather on your dad's side is really important and Dumbledore will tell you all about our family's history when he decides that you are ready to know the truth. When you find out the truth I will tell you my side of the story OK dear and please dear no questions about your family's history or me.
Harry do you remember anything of your mother and father?"
Harry sighed "Well, I remember this flash of lights that hit me before Voldemort killed my parents but I never found out what it was I felt great warmth. The colors looked like the Gryffindor colors. I wonder what they are; I will ask Professor Dumbledore about them. I was reading last time I was at Hogwarts I read something but I cant remember what it was I know it was important. Oh well maybe I will remember when the Headmaster answers a couple of my questions."
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Chapter 2
...The Question in His Mind...
Harry stood there with his mouth and eyes wide open "But, but I thought you were the normal one in the family not a witch. I thought you said that my Mom was the only one that got a Hogwarts letter out of the two of you. How..."
Petunia laughed softly shaking her head at Harry's antics "Harry dear you saw who my husband is soon to be was. You have seen how he acts when magic is mentioned. Do you honestly think me to be that stupid as to tell him I'm a witch?"
Harry got a weird look on his face at her calling herself a witch. "So let me get this straight. You're a witch like my mum was? You never told me because of your hawsehole of a husband? And now you want to help me get back to Hogwarts?" At her nod he shook his head. "Wow! This is weird" He looked up at her, almost studying her. "All right go get your stuff and we can head out"
He watched as she ran up the stairs, listening to the noise coming from upstairs he thought about everything that had happened to him in the last 5 minutes. Shaking his head more to himself then anything he looked up. Seeing Petunia walking down the starts carrying two duffle bags, smiling at Harry she pulled out her wand and shrunk her bags and her nephew's trunk. Slipping her stuff into pocket and watching Harry do the same she opened the door. Walking out the door and feeling his Aunt follow him he turned to look at the house that had been hell for the last 15 years of his life. "Never coming back" He muttered to himself. Moving to the curb he looked at his aunt.
"Knight Bus?" He questioned
"You bet it Harry"
Petunia replied pulling out her wand, holding it at arm length they waited. Hearing a loud bang a large purple Triple-Decker bus flew around the corner. Pulling his Aunt back before she was hit, Harry smiled up at Stan.
"Hello Stan!"
"Hello Harry!" Smiling while loading up their stuff Harry helped his aunt on to the bus.
"Hogwarts please Stan"
"Right Away Harry"
Sighing happily Harry and his Aunt set in for a bumpy ride.
While on the Knight Bus Harry asks his aunt, "Why did you hate my Mom so much if you are also a witch and have powers?"
"Well, Harry there is a secret that Albus Dumbledore has been keeping from you until your sixth year of Hogwarts and until then I can tell you about your mothers passed. Your mother died for a very big reason, which is up to Professor Dumbledore to tell you and not me. Ask him when we get to Hogwarts maybe he will tell you the real reason why your parents died. Please don't ask me to tell you anything else, which isn't my burden to tell you. I will tell you that your 29 great grandfather on your dad's side is really important and Dumbledore will tell you all about our family's history when he decides that you are ready to know the truth. When you find out the truth I will tell you my side of the story OK dear and please dear no questions about your family's history or me.
Harry do you remember anything of your mother and father?"
Harry sighed "Well, I remember this flash of lights that hit me before Voldemort killed my parents but I never found out what it was I felt great warmth. The colors looked like the Gryffindor colors. I wonder what they are; I will ask Professor Dumbledore about them. I was reading last time I was at Hogwarts I read something but I cant remember what it was I know it was important. Oh well maybe I will remember when the Headmaster answers a couple of my questions."
We know We know so short...we are so so sorry...
Please read and Review
Love ya all bunches,
Ice and Cruz!