Chapter Two
Hogwarts House
"Wait," Harry said slowly, "Let me get this right. Kyle is your mom's." He pointed at Seri with his wand ".brother." Seri nodded ".and you dad." his wand moved to the tattered face of Patrice.
"Yes Harry," She whispered.
"I understand that now," He recollected, moving toward Privet Drive, his cousins close behind, "But why attack Dudley."
"Because the Potter swore to end the Slytherin blood." Patrice said matter of factly.
"What does that have to do with Dudley?" Harry questioned.
"Well. umm. Harry." Patrice started, looking at him as though the answer was obvious.
"Patrice. let's tell him another time, shall we?" Seri said in her motherly fashion. "It is neither the time or place for the discussion."
"But he has to know Seri!" Patrice screamed into the newly fallen night, he has to!"
"And he will, but his knowing or not is not a problem right now!" Seri said, he eyes raging. "We need to concentrate on rescuing Patrick right now!"
"What do you care about Patrick? What do you care about me or Harry?" Patrice whined sharply, stopping and staring at Seri. "You never came to get us. never rescued Harry from those muggles. no, you were the perfect little rich Malfoy. that' how you liked it!"
"Oh would you stop!" Seri pleaded impatiently. "You have no idea what I went though, the torture, the pain. you were perfectly fine in the free Americas and Harry only went though minor maul feedings! I don't remember you coming to MY aid when I needed you. I don't remember your father or mother sweeping in to save my parents, so don't hand me this bull shit!"
"SERI!" Harry said loudly, pulling her arm. He was well a few inches teller than her now. He nose was at the top of her head and her eyes dratted up to meet his. They were raging. flaming angry eyes he had never seen before.
"Seri?" He questioned.
"Patrice Potter, you shut you face!" Seri wrench, not looking at the blond behind her. I have wasted to many night hunting for you, to many hours worrying and wandering where the hell you are, so don't give me a hard time, I have it hard enough!"
"Cry me a river Black. You aren't a Potter and my business has nothing to do with you." And with that and evil grinning face of Patrice disappeared in a pop.
"Holy shit! The little whore!" Seri screamed before she herself disappeared into the night.
Harry stood there, transfixed on where they stood, he didn't know if that was normal of a family or just Seri. but oddly enough, he smiled. Maybe that's what it's like to have sisters.
He trudged along the sidewalk toward number four when a scream filled the night air.
His eyes jerked up and a hovering red smoke lion head was up top number four Privet Drive.
His blood ran ice cold. his nerves froze up and he ran. His feet moved out of command as fat as they would carry him.
When Harry got to the front door it was too late. Patrice was pined against the wall under a curse from Seri and Dudley was lying on the floor, life shuck from his fat face. His Aunt Petunia stood against the wall, her fists gripped, but her face was only tight, not angry or sad. Uncle Vernon stood at the head of his son, screaming every curse word a man in a civilized community should know.
"You fucking little whore! You killed him, you killed my son!" He bellowed, "I'll fucking kill you if it's the last thing I do, I'll rip you hid from bone you hear me? Hide from bone!"
Patrice and Seri were oblivious from what they were saying, "I should have killed you back there," Seri sneered.
"You haven't got it in you cousin," Patrice said softly.
Harry was unhinged, that girl, that smiling girl he saw skipping and joking with her brother had turned ungodly. He never would have thought! Yet, a lot of things he would have never thought would happen till they did.
Harry stood in the door way, looking at his cousin lying dead on the floor. He tried to move, to speak, but his heart was twisted up. If anyone had ever asked him he would have said he won't care if Dudley died. but standing here in the same room with his dead body. Harry could have cried if hatred hadn't formed inside of him.
Uncle Vernon was still cursing ever foul word he knew, but Harry had blocked him out. all he saw was the sickening, bloody face of Patrice. All his life his family had been taken away from him. if anything, this was the one place he could count on. Number Four Privet Drive with the three most intolerant relatives ever, but they were always there no matter what happened. It was slowly drifting away.
In some dramatic struggle, Patrice had thrown Seri into the opposite wall. "AHH!" Seri yelped.
Harry jerked around; Patrice was standing up, giving the Dursley an evil smile.
"Is this the pig you married Petunia?" Patrice sneered, "Tut tut." She hissed.
"Leave my family alone," Aunt Petunia said though gritted teeth and closed eyes.
"I can't do that Petunia, I cannot." Patrice bent down to pick up her wand.
And as though this simple action was a sign, Harry regained power over his body. He forgot he was a wizard and threw his wand to the ground, lunged at Patrice and pinned her to the wall by her neck, twisting her wand from her hand.
"Ha.arr.arry." She gulped.
"Let her go Harry," he heard a gasping Seri say.
"I won't!" Harry screamed. "Who the hell do you think you are!?!" He was now in Patrice's face. "Come here act like my long lost sister and kill my family!"
"They aren't your family," Patrice said meek, her voice box pressed by Harry's grip.
"They are the only family I ever knew," Harry sneered.
"Tell him Petunia, tell him the truth!" Patrice tried to scream.
"Harry, let her go." A hand lay on his shoulder. He wanted to turn around and fall into Seri's shoulder, but he fell into the boney one of his aunt. He hugged her neck and she his middle.
"It's okay Harry," She said in his ear. Her hand went to his hair and wove itself in affectionately.
"Harry, Petunia. we better go." Seri called quietly. "The Ministry will be here soon."
"Petunia," Vernon called loudly, "You aren't going anywhere with these people!"
Aunt Petunia unwove herself from Harry, wiped her eyes and glared at Vernon. "I think it's about time I did," she said biting her lip and nodding as though she had just convinced herself. "Harry dear, go pack."
Harry obeyed. There wasn't much to pack he left everything there for Seri and Sirius had promised to come for him. Hedwig was at the Order so there wasn't much. When he and Seri were down stairs Aunt Petunia had a trunk of her own. It was dark green trimmed in sliver with the arms of Slytherin House on top and the initials, PGE on the lock.
"Where.where did you get this?" Harry staggered.
"I'll tell you later," Petunia squealed slightly. "Vernon," she turned to her husband.
"Petunia," Vernon whined, "I love you darling. why are you doing this?"
"I'm tired of hiding who I am for you! I've had enough of this! Ignoring my past didn't make Lily go away and it kept you closer."
"So are you leaving me?" Vernon asked bug eyed.
"Yes, yes, I think so." Petunia pushed her graying hair out of her face, "I'll be around sometime for funeral arrangements."
She sniffed and her eyes fell to Dudley, "Oh my poor baby," she cried, "My poor Dud!" She straighten his hair and touched his face, "I should have never lied to you, I should have never kept this from you." Her were streaming, she bent down kissed Dudley on the cheek.
"Petunia, we have to go," Seri said. Petunia fell into Seri's arm and cried. Seri led her out of the house.
"Patrice take that retched thing off the top of the house," Seri barked.
"Why? You ashamed of being a Potter?" She shot back.
"No, only the fact I'm related to one like you!"
Patrice shorted, but in a flick of her wand the red smoke loin vanished into her wand. She heaved up Petunia trunk and mutter, "stink Slytherins" under her breath and march behind Seri.
"Excuse me," Harry said worried to provoke another rage in Patrice, but she turned almost sweetly to him in motion to go on. "You went to school in America right?"
"Yes." She answered simply.
"Then, um, why would you have a grudge against a Hogwarts House?"
Patrice stopped and so did Harry. Either Seri didn't noticed or didn't care, for she walked on with Petunia.
"Harry, surly Sirius Angel has told you," Patrice said as sweetly as she could. She had waved her wand and a ruby red cloth hovered in front of her till she grabbed it. Patrice began wiped the blood and dirt from her face.
Harry couldn't count the reasons not to trust her on all of his fingers and toes. One she didn't even care or try to save her brother, two she had just killed Dudley and three. he met her in a dream. The list went on, but somehow, he standing there in front of him, gently wiping her face, he trusted her, much in the same way he trusted Seri.
"About the Potters. being heir to Gryffindor." She said after a moment.
"I know that part," Harry completely as they started to walk again.
"Then you know the part about Gryffindor swore to end the Slytherin Heir," Patrice said, pocketing her cloth.
"Yeah, but only I can do that," Harry said grumpily. He was the only person alive who could kill Voldemort and no matter how powerful it made Harry feel, it shrunk him ten times more.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm the only one who can kill Volde."
"ARE YOU CRAZY?!?!" Patrice screamed forcing her hands over his mouth. "DON'T SPEAK HIS NAME!"
"You have sworn to kill him, but can't say his name. Potters discuss me!" a man sneered.
"Evans!" Patrice sneered, pushing Harry slightly behind her and placing her wand at ready. Seri was about doing the same for Petunia.
"Daddy no!" a squeaky voice screamed. Mark Evans came running behind finally falling onto his father's leg. "Daddy no!" He cried again, "Please don't' do this!"
"Wait," Harry said slowly, "Let me get this right. Kyle is your mom's." He pointed at Seri with his wand ".brother." Seri nodded ".and you dad." his wand moved to the tattered face of Patrice.
"Yes Harry," She whispered.
"I understand that now," He recollected, moving toward Privet Drive, his cousins close behind, "But why attack Dudley."
"Because the Potter swore to end the Slytherin blood." Patrice said matter of factly.
"What does that have to do with Dudley?" Harry questioned.
"Well. umm. Harry." Patrice started, looking at him as though the answer was obvious.
"Patrice. let's tell him another time, shall we?" Seri said in her motherly fashion. "It is neither the time or place for the discussion."
"But he has to know Seri!" Patrice screamed into the newly fallen night, he has to!"
"And he will, but his knowing or not is not a problem right now!" Seri said, he eyes raging. "We need to concentrate on rescuing Patrick right now!"
"What do you care about Patrick? What do you care about me or Harry?" Patrice whined sharply, stopping and staring at Seri. "You never came to get us. never rescued Harry from those muggles. no, you were the perfect little rich Malfoy. that' how you liked it!"
"Oh would you stop!" Seri pleaded impatiently. "You have no idea what I went though, the torture, the pain. you were perfectly fine in the free Americas and Harry only went though minor maul feedings! I don't remember you coming to MY aid when I needed you. I don't remember your father or mother sweeping in to save my parents, so don't hand me this bull shit!"
"SERI!" Harry said loudly, pulling her arm. He was well a few inches teller than her now. He nose was at the top of her head and her eyes dratted up to meet his. They were raging. flaming angry eyes he had never seen before.
"Seri?" He questioned.
"Patrice Potter, you shut you face!" Seri wrench, not looking at the blond behind her. I have wasted to many night hunting for you, to many hours worrying and wandering where the hell you are, so don't give me a hard time, I have it hard enough!"
"Cry me a river Black. You aren't a Potter and my business has nothing to do with you." And with that and evil grinning face of Patrice disappeared in a pop.
"Holy shit! The little whore!" Seri screamed before she herself disappeared into the night.
Harry stood there, transfixed on where they stood, he didn't know if that was normal of a family or just Seri. but oddly enough, he smiled. Maybe that's what it's like to have sisters.
He trudged along the sidewalk toward number four when a scream filled the night air.
His eyes jerked up and a hovering red smoke lion head was up top number four Privet Drive.
His blood ran ice cold. his nerves froze up and he ran. His feet moved out of command as fat as they would carry him.
When Harry got to the front door it was too late. Patrice was pined against the wall under a curse from Seri and Dudley was lying on the floor, life shuck from his fat face. His Aunt Petunia stood against the wall, her fists gripped, but her face was only tight, not angry or sad. Uncle Vernon stood at the head of his son, screaming every curse word a man in a civilized community should know.
"You fucking little whore! You killed him, you killed my son!" He bellowed, "I'll fucking kill you if it's the last thing I do, I'll rip you hid from bone you hear me? Hide from bone!"
Patrice and Seri were oblivious from what they were saying, "I should have killed you back there," Seri sneered.
"You haven't got it in you cousin," Patrice said softly.
Harry was unhinged, that girl, that smiling girl he saw skipping and joking with her brother had turned ungodly. He never would have thought! Yet, a lot of things he would have never thought would happen till they did.
Harry stood in the door way, looking at his cousin lying dead on the floor. He tried to move, to speak, but his heart was twisted up. If anyone had ever asked him he would have said he won't care if Dudley died. but standing here in the same room with his dead body. Harry could have cried if hatred hadn't formed inside of him.
Uncle Vernon was still cursing ever foul word he knew, but Harry had blocked him out. all he saw was the sickening, bloody face of Patrice. All his life his family had been taken away from him. if anything, this was the one place he could count on. Number Four Privet Drive with the three most intolerant relatives ever, but they were always there no matter what happened. It was slowly drifting away.
In some dramatic struggle, Patrice had thrown Seri into the opposite wall. "AHH!" Seri yelped.
Harry jerked around; Patrice was standing up, giving the Dursley an evil smile.
"Is this the pig you married Petunia?" Patrice sneered, "Tut tut." She hissed.
"Leave my family alone," Aunt Petunia said though gritted teeth and closed eyes.
"I can't do that Petunia, I cannot." Patrice bent down to pick up her wand.
And as though this simple action was a sign, Harry regained power over his body. He forgot he was a wizard and threw his wand to the ground, lunged at Patrice and pinned her to the wall by her neck, twisting her wand from her hand.
"Ha.arr.arry." She gulped.
"Let her go Harry," he heard a gasping Seri say.
"I won't!" Harry screamed. "Who the hell do you think you are!?!" He was now in Patrice's face. "Come here act like my long lost sister and kill my family!"
"They aren't your family," Patrice said meek, her voice box pressed by Harry's grip.
"They are the only family I ever knew," Harry sneered.
"Tell him Petunia, tell him the truth!" Patrice tried to scream.
"Harry, let her go." A hand lay on his shoulder. He wanted to turn around and fall into Seri's shoulder, but he fell into the boney one of his aunt. He hugged her neck and she his middle.
"It's okay Harry," She said in his ear. Her hand went to his hair and wove itself in affectionately.
"Harry, Petunia. we better go." Seri called quietly. "The Ministry will be here soon."
"Petunia," Vernon called loudly, "You aren't going anywhere with these people!"
Aunt Petunia unwove herself from Harry, wiped her eyes and glared at Vernon. "I think it's about time I did," she said biting her lip and nodding as though she had just convinced herself. "Harry dear, go pack."
Harry obeyed. There wasn't much to pack he left everything there for Seri and Sirius had promised to come for him. Hedwig was at the Order so there wasn't much. When he and Seri were down stairs Aunt Petunia had a trunk of her own. It was dark green trimmed in sliver with the arms of Slytherin House on top and the initials, PGE on the lock.
"Where.where did you get this?" Harry staggered.
"I'll tell you later," Petunia squealed slightly. "Vernon," she turned to her husband.
"Petunia," Vernon whined, "I love you darling. why are you doing this?"
"I'm tired of hiding who I am for you! I've had enough of this! Ignoring my past didn't make Lily go away and it kept you closer."
"So are you leaving me?" Vernon asked bug eyed.
"Yes, yes, I think so." Petunia pushed her graying hair out of her face, "I'll be around sometime for funeral arrangements."
She sniffed and her eyes fell to Dudley, "Oh my poor baby," she cried, "My poor Dud!" She straighten his hair and touched his face, "I should have never lied to you, I should have never kept this from you." Her were streaming, she bent down kissed Dudley on the cheek.
"Petunia, we have to go," Seri said. Petunia fell into Seri's arm and cried. Seri led her out of the house.
"Patrice take that retched thing off the top of the house," Seri barked.
"Why? You ashamed of being a Potter?" She shot back.
"No, only the fact I'm related to one like you!"
Patrice shorted, but in a flick of her wand the red smoke loin vanished into her wand. She heaved up Petunia trunk and mutter, "stink Slytherins" under her breath and march behind Seri.
"Excuse me," Harry said worried to provoke another rage in Patrice, but she turned almost sweetly to him in motion to go on. "You went to school in America right?"
"Yes." She answered simply.
"Then, um, why would you have a grudge against a Hogwarts House?"
Patrice stopped and so did Harry. Either Seri didn't noticed or didn't care, for she walked on with Petunia.
"Harry, surly Sirius Angel has told you," Patrice said as sweetly as she could. She had waved her wand and a ruby red cloth hovered in front of her till she grabbed it. Patrice began wiped the blood and dirt from her face.
Harry couldn't count the reasons not to trust her on all of his fingers and toes. One she didn't even care or try to save her brother, two she had just killed Dudley and three. he met her in a dream. The list went on, but somehow, he standing there in front of him, gently wiping her face, he trusted her, much in the same way he trusted Seri.
"About the Potters. being heir to Gryffindor." She said after a moment.
"I know that part," Harry completely as they started to walk again.
"Then you know the part about Gryffindor swore to end the Slytherin Heir," Patrice said, pocketing her cloth.
"Yeah, but only I can do that," Harry said grumpily. He was the only person alive who could kill Voldemort and no matter how powerful it made Harry feel, it shrunk him ten times more.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm the only one who can kill Volde."
"ARE YOU CRAZY?!?!" Patrice screamed forcing her hands over his mouth. "DON'T SPEAK HIS NAME!"
"You have sworn to kill him, but can't say his name. Potters discuss me!" a man sneered.
"Evans!" Patrice sneered, pushing Harry slightly behind her and placing her wand at ready. Seri was about doing the same for Petunia.
"Daddy no!" a squeaky voice screamed. Mark Evans came running behind finally falling onto his father's leg. "Daddy no!" He cried again, "Please don't' do this!"