Many thanks to Adrianna Ashke and RaI'DeE PoYnT3r for reviewing my last chapter. Y'all are great! Okay . . . well, here is chapter four!
Chapter Four
Mandy
Dear Diary,
Harry Potter came over to my house today! It was really, really awesome. He is the most coolest guy I have ever met. Hallie, thank goodness, wasn't home when he came over, so she couldn't make fun of me again. Mom was just like, 'Well hun-hun, be good. I'm going to clean the floors down here, so you all need to stay upstairs.' Of course we were going to stay upstairs, we had important work to do.
:Flashback:
"Mandy!" called mom, "There's a guy at the front door her for you!"
Harry Potter! I rushed downstairs to greet him and rescue him from my mom, who can be a little to happy at times. "Hey Harry!" I said cooly. Actually, I probably sounded like an idiot, but that's okay. "Mom, we're going to go do a school project."
Harry walked inside and mom shut the door. "Well hun-hun, be good. I'm going to clean the floors down here, so you all need to stay upstairs. Good luck with your project."
I grabbed Harry's hand and rushed upstairs, escaping my mom, but mainly trying to go as fast as possible because we had a limited time to work.
"Nice room," said Harry, sitting himself down on the floor.
"Oh . . thanks," I said, "so, what do you want to do first?"
"I think that we should go through the pictures first, then the letters. Maybe there will be captions on the pictures to make it easier for us. Unless pictures came with letter, then we should do those first." Harry moved a pile of books so that he could lean back. "You have the stuff, right?"
I laughed. "Of course I have the stuff. Do you expect me to forget the most important thing?" I walked over to my desk and grabbed a large pile, full of letter and pictures. "Here it is!" I breifly browsed through the things. "It looks like the pictures are included with the letters. Do you want to take a pile? We can say stuff out loud when it's worthwhile."
Harry nodded and took a pile. About five minutes in, I found a letter that was really . . . interesting. "Listen to this Harry," I instructed.
Dear Daddy,
How are you? I hear that you are teaching muggle children now. Is that right? Daddy, you never fail to crack me up. Well, Petunia would be proud of you. She's muggle, like them. Is she in one of your classes?
School is going really great. Did they send you my grades? If not, I'll tell you. I passed all my classes, of course, though potions I barely skimmed through. Herbology and charms are my highest grades, outstanding in both. And everything else is acceptable or exceeds expectations.
How is mom doing? I do hope she is doing okay without me. I wrote her a letter earlier. Do you know if she got it? Hmm.
Daddy! I have a new boyfriend. His name is James Potter and he is in Gryffindor, like me! I really, really like him. We went to Hogsmeade together a few days ago and we had butterbeer and played in the snow. We had a killer snowball fight. I won! I'm sending a picture of us together so you can see what he looks like. I do hope you approve.
Love,
Lily
With the letter was a picture of a redheaded girl and a boy with really dark hair. They looked as if they were about sixteen or seventeen. They were standing together in the snow, cheeks and noses red with the cold. The weirdest thing was, the picture was moving!
Harry and I stared at the picture for a few minutes before he flipped it over. "Look!" he said. "It says 'Me and James Potter, sixth year.'"
"Harry?" I asked. "Isn't your aunt named Petunia? And aren't your parents Lily and James?" Harry nodded. "I think that Mr. Evans is your grandfather!"
"It can't be," said Harry, looking again at the picture. "Let's look at more letters." He changed the subject.
In my heart, I knew that Harry knew that Mr. Evans was his grandfather, but I conceded defeat for the moment and looked at more letters.
Harry found the interesting letter this time. "Mandy, listen to this."
Dear Father,
It's not your precious Lily writing this time. It's Petunia. Your other daughter. Who you don't care about. I was just writing to say that mom died, and even though you are divorced, I want you to come to the funeral. It's on Sunday, March twenty-fifth. If you can, bring Lily. But don't bring that wretched boyfriend of hers.
I really don't understand why you approved of him. How can you like a guy who flies around on broomsticks and says made up words while pointing at something with a stick? Why didn't you approve of Vernon. He is a nice man! He used to be a wrestler, did you know that?
And, did you know that Lily is getting married to that guy? Did she tell you that? I won't even get to be in the wedding. You might, but I won't! How is that fair? Well you know what? She won't be in my wedding. I'm going to propose to Vernon and we will get married on the same day and you will have to choose who you'll walk down the isle with.
Well, that'll show Lily. Of course you'll pick me. I am more lovely and much more smart. And I'm not marrying a stupid prick. Please write back.
Your daughter,
Petunia
This letter was dated some four years after the previous one. It also had a picture in it, but it was not moving. The picture was of Petunia and her mother, Christina. Christina was sitting on a bed, hugging Petunia. Apparently, Petunia and her mother were very close.
"Harry, you have to believe it! Mr. Evans was your grandfather. You witnessed his death a few days ago. You live with his daughter and, duh!" I smacked my head for emphasis. "Remember the picture he kept on his desk? The one of his daughter Christina. Well, I just assumed that Christina was his daughter, in reality Christina was his wife! It all fits!" I cried happily.
"No. He had a daughter that died in a house fire. My mom died in a car crash and Aunt Petunia is still alive," he burst my happy bubble.
"Keep reading," I said.
I found the next letter. If was not from any relations, but an Albus Dumbledore.
Dear Cary Evans,
I regret that I must be the one to inform you of this, but your daughter, Lily, and her husband, James, have perished, murdered by a Lord Voldemort in their home on Tuesday evening. Thankfully, little Harry survived the attack.
With your permission, I will transfer the boy to your other daughter's house, Petunia, I believe. He needs to grow up with his relatives and I believe that Petunia and Vernon Dursley will do an okay job. When the time comes, I will take harry into the world that he rightfully belongs in.
All my sympathies,
Albus Dumbledore
"Harry?" I asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yea," he mumbled, "I'm fine."
He got up to go and I watched as he slipped a letter with a picture into his jacket. I didn't say anything, for I figured that since his parents were murdered, he had a right to some of their things.
:End Flashback:
So when he left, I bundled up the letters, saving things that I knew Harry would want, (pictures and stuff), and carried them back to the school, bringing a bobby pin to break in. I returned the letters to where we found them and hurried out. Thankfully, nobody noticed. So, anyways, I went down to dinner and just then realized that tomorrow was our last day of school. Awesome!
-Mandy Peters
Harry
"You lied to me!" Harry shouted as he walked into his Aunt and Uncle's home. "My parents did not die in a car crash!" Petunia bustled out of the kitchen to restrain Vernon from jumping on Harry. "They were murdered by Lord Voldemort in their homes when I was only a baby!"
"How did you find this out?" asked Petunia is a strangely calm voice.
"I read a letter to my grandfather from an Albus Dumbledore!"
Just then, the mail slid through the mail flap, spooking the three people who stood in the foyer. "Get the mail boy," said Vernon.
Grudgingly, Harry picked up the mail and sifted through it, surprised when he saw a letter for him. He handed everything except that letter to Vernon and went to shut himself in his closet.
"What have you got there?" shouted Vernon.
"A letter."
"You will not steal my mail, child!" said Vernon.
"It's addressed to me. See," said Harry, holding up the letter, "Mr. Harry Potter, The Cupboard Under the Stairs."
"Give me that!" snarled Vernon.
Petunia shrieked but moved to stand between Harry and Vernon. "Vernon, dear, he's already worked it out. If he read that letter, then he knows that . . . that man is going to come for him. It's inevitable that he goes. Just let him have the letter."
Vernon backed down, but threw Harry a gruesome look over his shoulder. Harry locked himself in the closet. Leaving the new letter for later, he opened the letter that he had taken from Mandy's house.
Dear Daddy,
We had a baby! James and I named him Harry James Potter. Here's a picture of him for you. Come visit anytime you wish.
Love,
Lily
Enclosed was a picture of Harry as a baby, sitting in his mothers lap, who ws sitting on his fathers lap. Everybody was smiling.
Okay, wow, that took a long time to write. Please review!
