Harry Potter and the Voldemort Resistance

By Bado

Disclaimer: I own none of the Harry Potter franchise.

Chapter 2 New Family

Harry looked down. Much to his surprise, he saw a small boy. The boy looked about ten years old with messy, dark brown hair and green eyes, very much like his own. Harry recognized him as Mark Evans, the same boy Dudley had been beating up last summer. He stepped backwards, slightly startled after just running into Harry. The young kid looked up at Harry with tears in his eyes.

"Please help me. Dudley Dursley's gang has been chasing me. Can you help me? Hide me or something?" Harry felt a surge of anger towards Dudley. Honestly Harry thought, How could Dudley be so cruel. These poor kids are all defenseless. For a quick second, Harry thought about going and finding Dudley and his gang; release some of the bottled up anger that had been flowing inside him. But then he thought better of it. He didn't want to start something with Dudley and accidentally use magic against him.

"Of course," Harry replied after a couple seconds. "Follow me." Harry led Mark towards the large bushes. He pushed a big branch out of the way and motioned for Mark to follow him through. Once hidden behind all the bushes, Harry broke the silence.

"So what is that fat oaf and his gang chasing you for?" Harry asked intently.

"Well," said Mark, "when he and his friends came after me, I started to run away. Then when they all stopped and where too tired, I yelled that they would never catch me, because they are all too fat and smoke. I don't know why I said it. I guess I was just really really mad." Jeeze, this kid is officially my hero. Harry thought.

"Wow. That took some guts kid. I'm proud of you." Harry, just trying to lighten things up, saluted Mark. At this, Mark giggled and finally let loose a smile.

"I know. I was surprised at myself, too." Suddenly the two heard the unmistakable grunt of his cousin Dudley's voice, followed by the ticking of the expensive racing bikes.

"Piers! You take half the guys and go through the left side of the park. Me and the rest will go through the right. Find that little toad. No one cheeks me!" Harry peeked up from behind the bushes, and saw about eight guys on bikes splitting into their two different groups. He pushed Mark underneath the bench, nervous that they would be seen.

"Ok. They're gone now." Harry helped Mark back up onto the bench. He looked back over the bushes. "They're way on the other side of the park now."

"Thanks a lot. That was a close one. By the way, I never caught your name."

"Harry Potter." Harry knew what was coming as soon as he said his name. Mark suddenly looked very green.

"So y…y… you're the boy that goes to St. Brutus' whatever?" Mark looked at Harry as if he was about to go homicidal on Mark.

"No. I mean yes. But please. There's no reason to be scared of me." Mark became suspicious.

"Prove it," Mark said with narrowed eyes.

"Ok. Umm. I just hid you from Dudley and his gang." Harry said.

"O. That's right." Mark became friendly again. "So if you aren't dangerous why do you go to that school?"

"Well, can you absolutely, positively keep a secret. If not just tell me now."

"Of course I can keep a secret. Plleeease tell me!!!"

Harry didn't quite know if he should tell Mark or not. He decided on telling him something that was close but not quite the truth.

"Ok. My aunt and uncle haven't the most caring guardians. They are always quick to put me down. So after primary school, I was accepted to a special school. Now that I go to a school far away, they can't continue to make my life so horrible all the time. But in the summer time they still can, telling people I go to St. Brutus'. So that's why everyone thinks I am a criminal."

"I didn't know someone's own family could be so mean. I hope I'm accepted to your school. That would be cool." Harry thought it would be pretty cool too. "Harry, if you don't mind me asking, but what happened to your parents?" Mark asked. He was listening to Harry very closely.

"They were killed in a car crash when I was about one year old." Harry said this and there once again was a silence.

"I'm sorry. I know how you feel." Mark looked down at the ground. "My dad, Nick Evans, died when I was really young too." After a few moments a certain question popped into Harry's mind. He wondered why he hadn't thought of it before.

"Hey Mark, I was wondering if you knew if you are related to a Lily or Petunia Evans."

"Umm, I don't know. We might be. Tonight I'll ask my mom. I don't know if she'll know though, because, of course, Evans was my dad's last name." Harry was pretty excited, He thought he wouldn't mention anything to Mark until he had asked his mom. He didn't want either of them to get their hopes up.

"Well I think I should probably get home now. It'll start to get dark any minute, and I don't want mom to worry." Mark started out of the bushes, then turned around suddenly.

"Harry, you think you could walk me home. You know, just in case Dudley and his gang are still looking for me." Mark gave Harry the puppy dog look.

"Of course. Which way do you live?" Harry asked as they walked out from behind the bushes.

"Just down here on Wisteria Walk." And they started off down the street. They soon passed by Mrs. Figg's. Harry heard the sound of what sounded like someone falling behind them. Probably poor, clumsy Tonks. Harry concluded. About three houses away from Mrs. Figg's, Mark stopped.

"Well this is it." They were standing in front pretty big, blue house. There were two floors and the windows at the bottom of the house revealed a basement.

"Do you want to come in Harry. I'm sure my mom would like to meet you." Mark opened the door as he asked Harry.

"Sure Mark. I just can't stay too long. Like you said it'll be dark in a little while." Mark showed Harry into the house.

They walked through the door into what looked like the living room. It was pretty clean, but not abnormally clean like the Dursleys'. Mark's mom came through the doorway leading into the kitchen.

"Hi Mark. Who's your friend?" She said eyeing Harry.

"This is Harry, mom. Yeah, I know what you're thinking, but don't worry, he's a really nice guy. Harry helped me hide from those bullies that have been chasing me lately."

"Hello Harry. Nice to meet you." She held out her hand to shake Harry's. "I'm Mark's mom, Anna. Thank you so much for helping out Mark." Then she added with a whisper so Mark wouldn't hear. "And thanks for becoming friends with Mark. I was wondering if he was ever going to make any here in Little Whinging." Then Anna looked over to see what Mark was doing. He had busied himself in the refrigerator.

"No problem Ms Evans. Mark is a cool kid."

"Please, call me Anna." Mark came back and sat on the couch.

"Mom, Harry was wondering if we are related to… Who'd you say again Harry."

Harry looked back at Anna, hopeful and said "O. Lily and Petunia Evans. They're relatives of mine."

"O really." Anna was really intrigued. "Those were actually the names of his sisters." Harry's heart did a flip inside his chest. "They were much older than him. By the time they were out of school Nick was just going into primary school. Nick told me Lily became very distant to the rest of the family. Then Petunia did the same, but she became distant in a different way. She left the family angry with something or someone. If I recall, it had something to do with Lily being accepted to a better school or something of that sort. There was always some sort of big secret about Lily. Anyways, enough of my ramblings, how are you related to them?"

"Actually Lily was my mother. She passed away when I was really young though. So now I live with Aunt Petunia."

"Really, well it looks like we've finally found some of your dad's family, Mark. What about Petunia, is she still bitter?"

"No, not at all. But she was for a long time though."

"O well that's nice."

"Um, Anna. Do you know what happened to their parents? I was never really allowed to ask questions about the family/"

"Well that's another thing Nick wasn't allowed to tell us. The only thing he could tell me was they were murdered by some lunatic after Lily and her husband." So. That's it. Harry thought. Everything leads back to Voldemort. He not only killed my parents but my grandparents as well.

"And Nick?" Harry asked.

"We were told by the police, some strange police in cloaks, that he was killed in a car accident." Probably the Magical Enforcement Squad. Harry thought. Voldemort once again.

"Well I think I should get going. It was great talking to you." Harry said.

"Do come back tomorrow Harry. You could tell us a little more about the family. What you know about them." Anna was about as excited as Harry, finding out they had other family. "You can come by for lunch."

"Sure. Should I come around noon?" Harry was only to happy to come over and talk again.

"That would be just dandy dear."

"Ok. I'll be here. I'll see ya tomorrow Mark." Harry said as he got up from the couch.

"Bye Harry. See you tomorrow!" And he opened the door for Harry. With one last wave, Harry started down the street.

Wow. It's all so weird. This morning Aunt Petunia started being nice and now I found new family. Well all I know for sure is that once I get home I have a letter to write. I wonder if Dumbledore new about Anna and Mark. Probably not. He said himself that the Dursleys are my only family. Hmmm…Mark's eleven, the age kids get their letters. No Harry thought firmly. I shouldn't get my hopes up. Mark is a normal muggle. I can settle with just having new family. Harry was surprised to see that his feet had carried him all the way back to number four. He heard the familiar clicking sound and to turned around only to see none other than Dudley, hopping off his brand new racing bike. Dudley just threw the expensive bike against the driveway, and began to walk into the house.

"What are you looking at Potter?" Dudley spat.

"O nothing. Did you ever find Mark Evans?" Harry asked with a smirk.

"No. We searched everywhere… Hey! How'd you know about him." Dudley said very curiously.

"Well, you see I actually helped him hide from you and the rest of those brutes you call friends." Harry said with a big grin on his face.

"Potter! You are always ruining everything!" Dudley yelled angrily.

"Yes well that's just me." And with this last comment Harry went inside and up the stairs. As soon as he was in his bedroom, he went over to her perch, pat Hedwig, and gave her an owl treat. Taking off his sneakers and putting down his wand, he remembered the letter he meant to write. So he went to his desk and pulled out a quill, ink, and some parchment. He sat down and began to write a letter to Dumbledore. He signed the letter then reread it.

Dear Professor Dumbledore,

Today while I was at the local park, I met a small boy named Mark Evans. As you might have noticed, he has the same surname as my mother. Later today when I met his mother, Anna Evans, she mentioned how her late husband had two sisters, Lily and Petunia. So I am writing to see if you can confirm that these two are really family.

I was also wondering when I would be leaving to Hogwarts to begin the magical part of training. And do you know where Hermione and Ron are this summer?

Please write me back as soon as you can. Give everyone my regards, and thanks once again Professor.

Harry

Harry looked over his letter, satisfied, he beckoned Hedwig down from her perch. He attached the letter to her leg and with one last pat and owl treat, he set Hedwig on her way. Then Harry looked over to the clock. Wow it took me a half an hour just to write this letter? Harry felt the familiar tingle in his eyes. He was very tired. Harry laid down on his bed, slowly drifting off to sleep, with the image of his new family members fresh in his mind…

A/N: As of now, you should be expecting updates at least every three days. Thanks to JAckie, my first and only reviewer.