Chapter Three: Petunia Dursley

Petunia Dursley was out in her small garden, keeping an ear open should any of the neighbors come by. Her Diddy-Kins wasn't going to be graduating next year, due to the ridiculous notion that his grades were horrible. She scoffed at the thought; it was the teachers who were incompetent at their work.

Finishing the flowerbed in which she was kneeling in, Petunia stood and brushed off the loose soil from her apron then took it off and shook it further. She looked up at the house her family now lived in, thanks to those people. Speaking of which, she hadn't heard from them in over a little over ayear and a half or so; a good thing in her opinion.

Folding her apron, Petunia went through the back door and set it in the laundry room, then went to the kitchen to start lunch; her son should be coming back from his friend's house any minute now and she needed to have a proper meal readyfor her growing boy. As she washed her hands and got out what she needed, her ears picked up the sound of a crack.

It's probably one of the neighbor's children playing with firecrackers again, she thought,her long neck craned over the bread she was slicing,and resumed preparing the meal. As she finished it, someone knocked on the door.

Coming out of the kitchen and to the front door, Petunia peered out the peep hole to see who it was—not someone she knew. Opening the door, she put a pleasant smile on her face. "Hello," she greeted politely. It was a young man, who looked like he was just turning twenty, with black hair that had a stripe of silver, copper, and gold; and odd look. He was dressed in slacks, a nice jacket, and boots made of something that looked like animal skin.

"Hello Mrs. Dursley," he replied. His voice was quiet and soft, not a bad one really, very calm, very polite.

All thoughts of this being a friend of Vernon's from work vanished when Petunia met his eyes: bright, emerald green, a color she knew very well. "What are you doing here?" she hissed, preparing to shut the door in his face.

Harry's face remained polite. "I just came to tell you that the war is over." Her nephew said. "You'll never have to see me or any of us again, you don't have to worry about someone coming to hurt or kill you." He hesitated and her scowl deepened.

"What?" she snapped.

"I—wanted to thank you for taking me in." he finished, meeting her surprised yet angry gaze evenly. "And to offer you something."

"What is that?" Petunia growled.

"I can change your memories," he said softly,"change them so that you never knew me, magic,or anything about me and my 'freakish' world."

Petunia blinked, the offer was tempting. Then, she sneered. "Trust you, to mess around in my brain? No thank you. Now if you're done, leave."

Harry nodded. "As you like. Good-bye Aunt Petunia, this will be the last time we'll meet, unless you need help; then I'll come. I promise."

"Like we would ever ask you to come back," she sneered.

He shrugged, unfazed and calm. "Have a nice day then." Harry said, turned around and walked down the street, where he disappeared with a crack.

Petunia watched him go, silently cursing her sister for all that she had put her through. But at least she could live her life in peace now.

Shutting the door, Petunia Dursley went back into the kitchen, immediately forgetting about the brat she'd watched for fifteen years and his entire freakish world.

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Harry Potter