Harry Potter and the Secret Squib!

Chapter Two: The Seventh Year

"So, you're a – a Witch?" inquired Harry nervously, the Dursley's always hated Harry using wizard-terms in their house

"Well, I am not a Witch... anymore, please, just sit down and let me explain..."

Harry sat down slowly; he couldn't believe what he just witnessed and heard, his aunt Petunia, as Muggle as they come, used to be a witch?

"But what if Uncle Vernon and Dudley hear you, or try and come in?" Harry asked nervously

"Don't worry Harry; I've magically sealed the door from them... from... Muggles" Aunt Petunia's voice got quieter as she talked about Uncle Vernon and Dudley being Muggles

"I've also placed a charm over Vernon and Dudley's ears as well, every word we say comes out for them, for Muggles, as if I'm screaming at you, now will you let me finally continue?"

Harry nodded, as he did so Petunia sat down next to him on his bed. Harry couldn't believe what he just heard, his Aunt Petunia, his Muggle Aunt Petunia, is really some sort of a witch, and putting charms on her beloved husband and son. All Harry was thinking was that Petunia must be a witch

"Harry, as you now know, I used to be a witch, until I was – I was excluded from Hogwarts and – and the entire Wizarding World as well..."

Petunia paused

"You see Harry, I used an – an unforgivable on another person..."

Petunia paused once again and looked down at her feet, and then continued...

"It all started during my seventh year; there were rumours going all around the school about Who-You-Know having Death Eaters at Hogwarts, everyone was scared except for a few people, your father was one of those people Harry, also my sister, your mother, and the rest of his group -"

"The Marauders" Harry corrected quietly

Petunia nodded and continued.

"At night, James and Lily would go around the school looking for Dearth Eaters or anything suspicious, it was part of their Head boy and girl duties, I was extremely jealous, you see Harry, I didn't really have any friends and I wasn't really the best student in my class. James and Lily did their best to help me, but what with their duties, they just didn't have time for me anymore, I was all alone.

I would think to myself each night, what it would be like to catch a Death Eater, to be a hero around the school, so one night I – I stole your father's invisibility cloak and – and snuck around the school trying to find and catch a Death Eater. It was on the twenty-third night when I finally found someone...

As I walked through the dark halls, I remember feeling scared, nervous and – and worried, but then, as I turned the corner of the third floor, there someone was, standing there with their back to me, they had a cloak on, they were also mumbling something under their breath,. I was sure they were a Death Eater, I was so sure of it... so I crept around him as quietly as possible; they were holding a wand up in front of themselves. I tried to see their face but – but it was covered up by the hood of their cloak and the darkness, all I could see were their eyes...

All I could think at that moment was that I'm going to catch a Death Eater, I Petunia Evans, am actually going to catch a Death Eater. I reached inside my robe pocket, and as slow and as quietly as possible, pulled out my wand, I threw off the invisibility cloak and pointed my wand directly at their chest and shouted 'Crucio'. They – they fell to the ground in pain straight away, as he did I – I caught sight of their face; it wasn't a Death Eater... it was the new Squib caretaker, Argus Filch...

I couldn't believe it, I was speechless, I had used an unforgivable on the caretaker, but more importantly, a Squib... you see, Squibs don't have magical resistance like witches or wizards, they only have a bit more than... muggles. After only a few seconds of having the Cruciatus curse put on him, he was almost driven... insane"

Petunia paused. Harry watched, speechless, as a single tear drop fell from her eye and rolled down her cheek.

"His Cries awoke the whole castle in minutes, I was being called a – a Death Eater myself, even the school ghosts were afraid to go near me. Dumbledore led me to this office, away from the other students and teachers, so I could get some sleep, however, I didn't sleep, I couldn't, All night I could here Dumbledore talking to the other staff members, he some how knew that I didn't mean to curse Filch, he knew I had a valid reason to why I cursed Filch, he also knew that I wasn't a Death Eater, but, well, no one else did. Even Lily doubted me, I could here her, crying on James' shoulder outside Dumbledore's office.

The next day Minister Bagnold came down to the school, she told me that I must attend a trial in front of the – of the Wizengamot council, under the charges of using an unforgivable curse... I was – I was then given a choice by them; End my time at Hogwarts and live the rest of my life as a – as a Muggle with no connection to the Wizarding world or live as a Muggle until I am of age, and then – then go straight to Azkaban...

I had heard rumours about Azkaban for years, about the guards, the Dementors, and how they can suck you soul right out of you, how they can drive even the evilest of Death Eaters insane in days."

Petunia paused again. Another tear trickled down her face and she continued

"I still remember everyone's faces as I was escorted out of Hogwarts, I no longer had any belongings, I had no need for them if I was forbidden from having any contact with the Wizarding World, they wouldn't even let me keep my owl in case I tried to send messages to people. I was walked out by Dumbledore, waiting at the exit from Hogwarts was the Minister, I still remember Lily perfectly from that day, she was so disappointed, she even had a tear running down her cheek, this was the first time I ever saw her actually cry, she was so strong. Then I saw our parents faces, they were just like Lily's, except our mother was crying heavily onto our father's shoulder, they couldn't even bear to look me in the face, things were never the same between us, They were so proud when we were sent our letters, our mother couldn't believe that it really existed, and that it wasn't just one big scam, but having me expelled from Hogwarts and exempt from the Wizarding World really broke their hearts.

The only connection I had with the Wizarding World was when Lily and James managed to smuggle me the odd Daily Prophet, which wasn't very often...

The night You-Know-Who came to your parents house and – and murdered them (Petunia took a deep breath) you were brought to us, along with a note from Dumbledore, the note said all the information about how they – they... died, it also said that Dumbledore had argued with the Minister for Magic to allow me to do magic in order to protect you, or around you when you was of age. The envelope also contained my wand; I had believed it had been destroyed, but somehow, Dumbledore had managed to save it."

Petunia paused and smiled at her wand.

"Harry, you probably don't know this, but I was made your Godmother when you were born, and I was ordered to treat you like a – a Muggle until you received your letter by Dumbledore. The night I found out about your mother, my sister, and your father, I just wanted to cry, they meant so much to me, and then having to treat their son like he was nothing, it was unbearable. I am sorry Harry, I wish I would have treated you better but Vernon would have kicked us both out on the street in an instant."

As Petunia finished Harry was completely speechless, his aunt, who he loathed with all his heart, really didn't hate him at all, but was acting under orders from the Minister for Magic and the best wizard of the current time, Albus Dumbledore. He couldn't believe she actually went to Hogwarts, and that she was the reason Filch was so jumpy, she had used the Cruciatus curse on him believing he was in fact, a Death Eater.

Petunia stood up from Harry's bed and walked over to the door, she pointed her wand at the door knob once again and said "Alohamora", the door swung open and she stepped through the open doorway. She then turned back to Harry

"Tomorrow you will be going back to number twelve, Grimmauld Place with the Order, oh and Happy Birthday..."

Petunia smiled tearfully and closed the door. She had more tears running down her cheeks now. Harry still couldn't even word a sentence together; he was so shocked, his aunt... used to be a witch.