First, before I start, I'd like to thank Valandil Fefalas (cool name!),
Star-of-Pearl ( I like your name, too!), and JadeHawk (now that name IS
cool!).
Just for you guys, I decided to update.
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{abc} - a memory
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~*~Chapter 4~*~
Three years passed. McGonagall, sitting in her office in Hogwarts, realized with a start that today was Harry's 3rd birthday- exactly 1 and a half years since he had been taken to the Dursleys. She sighed thoughtfully, recalling the strange conversation she had had with Dumbledore the night after they had dropped Harry off.....
{Minerva smiled happily.
{"Albus, I must admit that I wasn't really sure that you were right to drop Harry of at some obscure relatives of his, but now I'm satisfied.. He'll be well taken care of, and I know that he'll be well brought up, as well."
{Albus looked at her gravely, without the usual twinkle in his eyes.
{"Yes, Minerva," he said gravely. "I was pretty sure that I was right. But now.. Well, I'm not so sure anymore! Did I do the wrong thing?"
{Minerva stared at him in shock.
{"Wrong thing? What are you talking about, Albus?"
{But he just shook his head, and then dismissed the matter.}
Minerva looked around her office once more, but she had to admit that the conversation still baffled her as much as it had when it had first been spoken. No matter which way she thought of it, it just didn't make sense.
~*~Chapter 5~*~
"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Harry, happy birthday to you!" The Dursleys sang- or, rather, the three older Dursleys sang.
Harry, meanwhile, sat bashfully in front of the gigantic chocolate cake. His untidy yet glossy jet-black hair covered his forehead, and flopped gracefully around his ears as he moved, and his vivid green eyes had an adorable look- the look one gives when they're loved.
"Come on, Harry!" His mommie Petunia encouraged. "Blow the candles out like a big boy!"
Harry beamed, and puffed at the large creations standing in the chocolate frosting. His little puffs did nothing, but his daddy encouraged him, and then, when Harry wasn't looking, blew at the candles. Harry, who thought that HE had blown them out, flashed a brilliant smile at everyone, and leaned over to scrape a little frosting off with his finger.
"No, darling," his mommie admonished. "Let's wait until daddy gets the knife so that we can cut the cake, OK?"
Harry leaned back a little on his chair, disappointed, when suddenly the candles flared up again. He shrieked in joy and clapped his hands. "Lookie, daddy! De candews aw MAGIK!!" Petunia smiled at him. "Yes, darling, they ARE magic!" she exclaimed cheerfully, giving a small wink to Vernon. It had taken him many hours in the supermarket to find those 'magic' candles, but it was worth it, just to look at Harry being so happy.
A cute little pudgy 4-year-old knelt on the chair next to Harry.
"Mum!" he said. "I wanna have some cake, too, mummie! Don't fowget me when you cut all the swices, 'K?"
Vernon smiled proudly at his two beautiful sons, sitting side by side. Although Harry didn't really look like any of his 'parents', Duds definitely went after Vernon. But neither he nor Petunia really cared whether Harry was really 'their' son or not- even if not by blood, he was their son by love. And all that mattered at the moment was keeping both of their sons as happy and healthy as possible.
Just for you guys, I decided to update.
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{abc} - a memory
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~*~Chapter 4~*~
Three years passed. McGonagall, sitting in her office in Hogwarts, realized with a start that today was Harry's 3rd birthday- exactly 1 and a half years since he had been taken to the Dursleys. She sighed thoughtfully, recalling the strange conversation she had had with Dumbledore the night after they had dropped Harry off.....
{Minerva smiled happily.
{"Albus, I must admit that I wasn't really sure that you were right to drop Harry of at some obscure relatives of his, but now I'm satisfied.. He'll be well taken care of, and I know that he'll be well brought up, as well."
{Albus looked at her gravely, without the usual twinkle in his eyes.
{"Yes, Minerva," he said gravely. "I was pretty sure that I was right. But now.. Well, I'm not so sure anymore! Did I do the wrong thing?"
{Minerva stared at him in shock.
{"Wrong thing? What are you talking about, Albus?"
{But he just shook his head, and then dismissed the matter.}
Minerva looked around her office once more, but she had to admit that the conversation still baffled her as much as it had when it had first been spoken. No matter which way she thought of it, it just didn't make sense.
~*~Chapter 5~*~
"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Harry, happy birthday to you!" The Dursleys sang- or, rather, the three older Dursleys sang.
Harry, meanwhile, sat bashfully in front of the gigantic chocolate cake. His untidy yet glossy jet-black hair covered his forehead, and flopped gracefully around his ears as he moved, and his vivid green eyes had an adorable look- the look one gives when they're loved.
"Come on, Harry!" His mommie Petunia encouraged. "Blow the candles out like a big boy!"
Harry beamed, and puffed at the large creations standing in the chocolate frosting. His little puffs did nothing, but his daddy encouraged him, and then, when Harry wasn't looking, blew at the candles. Harry, who thought that HE had blown them out, flashed a brilliant smile at everyone, and leaned over to scrape a little frosting off with his finger.
"No, darling," his mommie admonished. "Let's wait until daddy gets the knife so that we can cut the cake, OK?"
Harry leaned back a little on his chair, disappointed, when suddenly the candles flared up again. He shrieked in joy and clapped his hands. "Lookie, daddy! De candews aw MAGIK!!" Petunia smiled at him. "Yes, darling, they ARE magic!" she exclaimed cheerfully, giving a small wink to Vernon. It had taken him many hours in the supermarket to find those 'magic' candles, but it was worth it, just to look at Harry being so happy.
A cute little pudgy 4-year-old knelt on the chair next to Harry.
"Mum!" he said. "I wanna have some cake, too, mummie! Don't fowget me when you cut all the swices, 'K?"
Vernon smiled proudly at his two beautiful sons, sitting side by side. Although Harry didn't really look like any of his 'parents', Duds definitely went after Vernon. But neither he nor Petunia really cared whether Harry was really 'their' son or not- even if not by blood, he was their son by love. And all that mattered at the moment was keeping both of their sons as happy and healthy as possible.