A/N Computer decided to eat a quarter of this chapter. So if the ending seems a bit rushed, it's because I had to rewrite it.

A Witch Without Her Wand

"Mummy, I'm home!" Dudley Dursley stood in the front doorway of his house. His huge, bulky frame nearly made it impossible for him to get inside, but he managed to waddle through.

He walked to the kitchen; he always went there when he came home. His mother usually served him some very fattening snacks while cooing about healthy he looked, irony at it's best.

But he knew he wasn't a normal sized boy, because ever since he went to Smeltings, people had teased him about his weight. He had found it particularly difficult to make new friends, preferring to stick with the ones he had made in primary school. They didn't tease him, they feared him. And he loved it.

He entered the kitchen, completely oblivious to the chaos that had taken place mere seconds ago in the living room, with a big, stupid grin on his face. But when he looked at the table, his smile turned upside down when he realized his food hadn't been served yet.

He banged his plump fist on the table and yelled, "WHERE IS MY FOOD!" Usually, this caused his mother to come running, apologizing profusely for forgetting and swearing to never forget again. This time, it produced no results. He banged harder, so hard the vase that occupied the middle of the table fell off, smashing into millions of small pieces.

Dudley was curious to where his mother could be. He left the kitchen (without sweeping up the shards of the vase) and proceeded to look around the house.

He checked upstairs, looking in all the bedrooms, apart from the freak's. Why would his mother be spending time with his weird cousin when she could be spending time with him, Dudley, her favourite (and only) son?

Dudley couldn't find her, so he decided to look downstairs. He checked the laundry and knocked on the toilet door, but he couldn't still find her. The only place he hadn't checked was the living room. He wasn't allowed in there. His mum told him it was only for special occasions, since she didn't need 'her Diddy Dinkums to spend time in the boring living room if he has everything he needed in the other rooms of the house.'

He stuck his head cautiously through the doorway of the living room. He saw his mother and father sitting with a wild red-headed woman he didn't recgonize.

Dudley walked into the living room, unaware the mud from the soles of his trainers was leaving large stains on the carpet. He only saw the tea stain that everyone seemed to be staring at, with the remains of the tea set splattered around it.

At least he wasn't the only one who had broken something.

"Mummy, I'm home!" Dudley repeated.

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Lily looked at this boy with disgust. How could this boy be so…so…happy and fat while her son would probably be locked in some closet suffering from under-nourishment. Because however much she didn't want it to be true, she had to accept it was a very Petunia-like thing to do.

Petunia, who had hated her ever since her Hogwarts letter, Petunia, who had hated her ever since she left her to go to the place that influenced her life the most.

A sudden wave of guilt plagued Lily. It was her fault. If she hadn't been a witch, she wouldn't have gone to Hogwarts, meaning that she would've never died in the first place, which would have resulted in her son not being emotionally abused by her sister.

She didn't give thought to the fact that if she wasn't a witch, she would have never met James and therefore never had Harry.

It was still hard to admit that she had died. She had died, which meant she was meant to be in a coffin six feet underground, her corpse rotting beside her husband's.

So why was she still breathing. The thought seemed odd, since breathing was as natrual as blinking, another thing other dead people didn't do. Consciuslly, she felt her body. She didn't feel dead. She wasn't dead. She was very much alive.

And her son was alive, and he was in this very house. She just needed to find him. But she couldn't get far in a search plan, even if she had one, due to the fact that Petunia, Vernon and her were still involved in a intense staring competetion. Petunia seemed so lost in thoughts that she didn't even acknowloge's Dudley's presence.

Petunia finally lifted her head up, and asked her son, "what is it?" in a rather snappish tone.

"I want my snack!" Dudley demanded.

"Well, you'll just have to wait then, shouldn't you?" she replied.

Dudley looked dumbstruck, and Lily had to stop herself from laughing out loud. This fat lump of Petunia's thought he had to be waited on hand and foot. The only possible good thing about Harry's upbringing was that he couldn't be spoilt.

But it was the only good thing.

Lily looked closer at Dudley and saw that he was staring at her with…fear? She decided to use this to her advantage. Using her craziest look (with a slight helping of sincerity thrown in as well), she screamed "WHERE'S MY HARRY!".

Dudley backed as far away from her as possible without actually leaving the room. Trembling, he answered, "He's in his room." Then he ran from the room as fast as his short pudgy legs would carry him, as far from Lily as possible.

Lily ignored the disapproving looks Petunia was now sending to her son, and the rage that Vernon was building.

Lily flew up the stairs just as Vernon yelled, "NO YOU DON'T!" and ran after her. The stairs were thumping under her feet, threatening to give way due to Vernon's bulk bouncing up and down on them.

She was scared of what she might find upstairs. If Petunia was to be believed, nearly eleven years had passed. That would mean her little Harry would be twelve, nearly a teenager!

The building tornado of emotions in her stomach made her feel like hurling, but there wouldn't be anything to throw up because she hadn't eaten in eleven years.

Thank Merlin she never ate the gray police station mush.

She reached the top of the stairs and raced down the hallway. Lily noticed a door with numerous locks on it. "I'M COMING, HARRY, I'M COMING!" she said, banging her hands on the door. If she had her wand these locks would be opened with an easy Alohomora, but she was merely a witch without her wand.

Since she had stopped running, Vernon easily caught up with her. Grabbing her from behind, he easily lifted Lily from the ground.

"Let me down! Let me down!" Lily squealed. Vernon's sausage like arms were wrapped tightly around her stomach, and she couldn't breath. Lily heard footsteps slowly ascending the stairs. She turned her head slightly, which wasn't an easy thing to do in her current position.

Petunia was standing atop the flight of stairs. "Put her down." She said calmly.

"But, Petunia darling…you can't possibly…" Vernon sputtered, while lowering Lily to the floor, where she took a few deep breaths.

Petunia had already taken a bunch of keys out of her pockets and fitted them into the their respective locks. "Go in, Lily." Petunia murmered sadly.

Lily was confused. Her sister's attitude changed like the weather. But she took up the offer and stepped tenetaively into Harry's bedroom.

Harry was sleeping on the bed fully clothed when Lily walked in. All the downstairs commotion hadn't awakened him. She sat on the end of his bed and stroked his hair. Her little Harry had grown up so quickly. It was truly only yesterday to her when her little Harry was one and a half years old, and now…

Tears fell out of her eyes, but she quickly wiped them away and resumed stroking Harry's hair. Her little boy…

Her fingers pushed away Harry's fringe and she couldn't help but gasp when she saw his scar. The noise caused Harry to stir. He sat up and rubbed his eyes and looked to see who had gasped. He rubbed his eyes again as he saw the woman sitting on his bed. Because he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Mum?"

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A little bit shorter than I wanted, but it's alright.

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