General Disclaimer: (I'm not repeating this again, so read carefully!)
I own nothing of JK Rowling or of her works or characters, as much as I'd
like to, but I DO own the OOC Dursleys! *grin*
~*~Chapter 1~*~
It was a lovely summer afternoon in Little Whinging. People outside were working on their gardens, or just lying around and enjoying the sun. Everything was peaceful, and Vernon Dursley, a beefy yet kind looking man, was inside his house and hurrying to eat breakfast and get to work. He kissed his wife Petunia goodbye, and hugged his young son, Dudley. With a smile he started off to work, at Grunnings, a drill-making company.
Several hours later, Mr. Dursley immerged from the building, looking exhausted and rubbing his eyes. Walking home, he saw a tabby cat with markings around its eyes, and smiled. "Hello, pussy," he said gently, and rubbed the cat's ears, as it purred under his fingers.
Vernon walked into his home. Everything was quiet, except for the faint crying of Dudley and Petunia soothing him. "'Tunia!" he called. "I'm home!"
Petunia came out of the bedroom with Dudley. "I've been trying to get him to sleep but I haven't succeeded!" she exclaimed. "I don't know what to do!"
Vernon took his son, and carried him to his crib, and then patted his back until he fell asleep. In several hours, Vernon and Petunia joined him.
~*~Chapter 2~*~
Outside, the tabby cat stretched itself, as a kind and gentle man with a long white beard came up to the house. "Why, Professor McGonagall!" The man exclaimed. "What a surprise to see you here!" In the place of the cat there suddenly stood a woman, with a tight bun in the back of her head and severe glasses that matched the markings on the cat's eyes.
"You look happy, Minerva," added the man.
"Yes, Albus," Minerva McGonagall answered. "I AM happy. I admit that I had doubts about leaving Harry here, but now that I've seen his relatives-- well, they're very nice people. I'm sure that you made the right choice in deciding to leave him here.... For that matter, where IS Harry??"
Albus pulled a silver watch from his pocket and looked at it. "Hagrid is bringing him. He's running a little late, but he should be here soon."
Minerva looked grave. "Albus? Are you sure that you can trust someone so important with Hagrid?"
"Minerva." Albus said seriously. "I would trust Hagrid with my life."
Just then, a loud roar filled the air, and a giant motorcycle- FLYING- appeared from the sky, and landed next to Dumbledore.
But the motorcycle's size was nothing compared to the man that rode it. Almost six feet tall, and much wider than according to his height, a man with a huge, bushy, beard, carrying a bundle, got off the motorcycle.
"I trust everything went according to plan, Hagrid?" Albus's calm voice had a strain of anxiety in it.
"O', yes, not'n'g t'worry 'bout!" Hagrid's voice was gruff, but there was a gentle note in it. "I s'pose ye'll just take 'Arry, now?" His voice almost had a teary note in it.
Albus patted Hagrid reassuringly. "Oh, Hagrid!" He said. "Don't worry! Harry will be just fine where he is, and you'll only have to wait a few years before you can see him again! Really! These are the nicest muggles possible, and they'll treat him like family, and before you know it, you'll see him again. So.. say goodbye for now."
Hagrid let out a long anguished wail.
"Shh—" whispered McGonagall. The muggles will hear you!"
"I- I- I don't wan' to par' wit' 'im!" moaned Hagrid, but he went over gently, and kissed Harry, and let Dumbledore take him.
McGonagall and Hagrid both watched tearfully as Albus gently set the baby onto the doorstep of #4 Privet Drive and set a small envelope beside him.
Then, with a sharp crack, the two wizards disappeared, while Hagrid stayed behind only to get onto the motorcycle and drive off.
~*~Chapter 3~*~ VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Vernon dreamed of pleasant nothings, as did Petunia, when suddenly he woke up from the strange sound- almost like a car, but much louder. Jerking up, he turned on the light as Petunia got out of bed.
"What was that?!??" she exclaimed.
Vernon hushed her, and they both listened carefully. In ten minutes, when they still hadn't heard anything, they decided that it must have been there imagination, and were about to go to bed, when they heard a large POP and later, another VROOM.
This time, Vernon and Petunia jumped up, slipped shoes onto their bare feet, and pulled on coats, as they ran downstairs. Turning on the light in the kitchen, they searched through the house, but saw nothing.
Therefore, neither of them noticed a dark figure running through their lawn and grabbing the envelope lying beside the baby on their front step, and neither of them noticed the figure running off into the shadows.
Young Harry, however, did notice the abnormal occurrence, and realized that his mother was nowhere near, and started crying.
Although Vernon and Petunia hadn't noticed the dark figure, they both heard the child's wailing, and thought that it was Dudley.
"Darling-" Vernon requested. "Could you-"
Petunia understood, and went upstairs, while Vernon took another round through the bottom floor.
Harry outside was getting frantic, and started screaming and flailing. Completely by accident, one of his tiny fists hit the door, and this tiny knock alerted Vernon, who rushed out to the porch.
He stood gasping in surprise for almost a minute, until he finally found his voice and croaked, "'Tunia! Come here!"
In this story, Harry is just a few months old, and Dudley just turned 1. That simple.
I hope you like this... I personally am not sure that I do, so if I don't receive any reviews telling me to continue, I very simply WON'T.
This is NOT a threat. I just don't really think this is any good, and I don't know if I want to continue. But if enough of you out there want me to, I will. That simple. So PLEASE REVIEW!!
~*~Chapter 1~*~
It was a lovely summer afternoon in Little Whinging. People outside were working on their gardens, or just lying around and enjoying the sun. Everything was peaceful, and Vernon Dursley, a beefy yet kind looking man, was inside his house and hurrying to eat breakfast and get to work. He kissed his wife Petunia goodbye, and hugged his young son, Dudley. With a smile he started off to work, at Grunnings, a drill-making company.
Several hours later, Mr. Dursley immerged from the building, looking exhausted and rubbing his eyes. Walking home, he saw a tabby cat with markings around its eyes, and smiled. "Hello, pussy," he said gently, and rubbed the cat's ears, as it purred under his fingers.
Vernon walked into his home. Everything was quiet, except for the faint crying of Dudley and Petunia soothing him. "'Tunia!" he called. "I'm home!"
Petunia came out of the bedroom with Dudley. "I've been trying to get him to sleep but I haven't succeeded!" she exclaimed. "I don't know what to do!"
Vernon took his son, and carried him to his crib, and then patted his back until he fell asleep. In several hours, Vernon and Petunia joined him.
~*~Chapter 2~*~
Outside, the tabby cat stretched itself, as a kind and gentle man with a long white beard came up to the house. "Why, Professor McGonagall!" The man exclaimed. "What a surprise to see you here!" In the place of the cat there suddenly stood a woman, with a tight bun in the back of her head and severe glasses that matched the markings on the cat's eyes.
"You look happy, Minerva," added the man.
"Yes, Albus," Minerva McGonagall answered. "I AM happy. I admit that I had doubts about leaving Harry here, but now that I've seen his relatives-- well, they're very nice people. I'm sure that you made the right choice in deciding to leave him here.... For that matter, where IS Harry??"
Albus pulled a silver watch from his pocket and looked at it. "Hagrid is bringing him. He's running a little late, but he should be here soon."
Minerva looked grave. "Albus? Are you sure that you can trust someone so important with Hagrid?"
"Minerva." Albus said seriously. "I would trust Hagrid with my life."
Just then, a loud roar filled the air, and a giant motorcycle- FLYING- appeared from the sky, and landed next to Dumbledore.
But the motorcycle's size was nothing compared to the man that rode it. Almost six feet tall, and much wider than according to his height, a man with a huge, bushy, beard, carrying a bundle, got off the motorcycle.
"I trust everything went according to plan, Hagrid?" Albus's calm voice had a strain of anxiety in it.
"O', yes, not'n'g t'worry 'bout!" Hagrid's voice was gruff, but there was a gentle note in it. "I s'pose ye'll just take 'Arry, now?" His voice almost had a teary note in it.
Albus patted Hagrid reassuringly. "Oh, Hagrid!" He said. "Don't worry! Harry will be just fine where he is, and you'll only have to wait a few years before you can see him again! Really! These are the nicest muggles possible, and they'll treat him like family, and before you know it, you'll see him again. So.. say goodbye for now."
Hagrid let out a long anguished wail.
"Shh—" whispered McGonagall. The muggles will hear you!"
"I- I- I don't wan' to par' wit' 'im!" moaned Hagrid, but he went over gently, and kissed Harry, and let Dumbledore take him.
McGonagall and Hagrid both watched tearfully as Albus gently set the baby onto the doorstep of #4 Privet Drive and set a small envelope beside him.
Then, with a sharp crack, the two wizards disappeared, while Hagrid stayed behind only to get onto the motorcycle and drive off.
~*~Chapter 3~*~ VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Vernon dreamed of pleasant nothings, as did Petunia, when suddenly he woke up from the strange sound- almost like a car, but much louder. Jerking up, he turned on the light as Petunia got out of bed.
"What was that?!??" she exclaimed.
Vernon hushed her, and they both listened carefully. In ten minutes, when they still hadn't heard anything, they decided that it must have been there imagination, and were about to go to bed, when they heard a large POP and later, another VROOM.
This time, Vernon and Petunia jumped up, slipped shoes onto their bare feet, and pulled on coats, as they ran downstairs. Turning on the light in the kitchen, they searched through the house, but saw nothing.
Therefore, neither of them noticed a dark figure running through their lawn and grabbing the envelope lying beside the baby on their front step, and neither of them noticed the figure running off into the shadows.
Young Harry, however, did notice the abnormal occurrence, and realized that his mother was nowhere near, and started crying.
Although Vernon and Petunia hadn't noticed the dark figure, they both heard the child's wailing, and thought that it was Dudley.
"Darling-" Vernon requested. "Could you-"
Petunia understood, and went upstairs, while Vernon took another round through the bottom floor.
Harry outside was getting frantic, and started screaming and flailing. Completely by accident, one of his tiny fists hit the door, and this tiny knock alerted Vernon, who rushed out to the porch.
He stood gasping in surprise for almost a minute, until he finally found his voice and croaked, "'Tunia! Come here!"
In this story, Harry is just a few months old, and Dudley just turned 1. That simple.
I hope you like this... I personally am not sure that I do, so if I don't receive any reviews telling me to continue, I very simply WON'T.
This is NOT a threat. I just don't really think this is any good, and I don't know if I want to continue. But if enough of you out there want me to, I will. That simple. So PLEASE REVIEW!!