Ok sorry about the long wait for this chapter. I have had absolutely no inspiration to write this for the longest time. Hopefully I'll be able to get the next chapter out faster because I finished one of my other stories. I would also reply individually to the people who reviewed but there's that new rule where you can't reply to reviewers so thank you if you reviewed! Oh by the way, I loved HBP. It is now one of my favorite books. Though I already knew what was going to happen in the end, I was still very sad, not as sad as I was when the fifth book ended but I was still sad...
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. They are all owned by J. K. Rowling but I do own those characters, which you don't recognize.
After Harry finished talking to Hermione, he caught the bus that would take him back to Little Whinging. He was thinking about something though. He knew for certain now that Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon did know that he was a wizard. The question was why wouldn't they just admit it and get on with their lives? Were they so desperate to be normal that they cut off everything that wasn't? Was it so terribly wrong that Harry wasn't like them?
Harry snorted at the last question. Of course it was wrong that he wasn't like them. They had made it clear to him ever since he'd been old enough to understand that his parents were dead that they despised him. They had loathed him for absolutely no good reason except for the fact that he was Harry Potter. Yes, he was Harry Potter who was apparently the savior of the wizarding world as Hermione had put it.
The more Harry thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became. Everyone knew who he was yet he didn't know who anyone was. He was alone, just like he'd been for most of his life.
Finally, the bus came to a stop that was a few blocks away from Privet Drive. As he got off the bus, he saw Anna bounding towards him with a worried look on her face.
"Hey!" she called as she ran up to him. "Help me, will you? Your cousin's friend Pier is following me again."
Harry raised an eyebrow and said, "Again? Didn't you yell at him the last time he followed you?"
Anna rolled her eyes and laughed, "You know people like him. Can't get a bloody word into their heads."
"Yeah," Harry muttered. He quickly glanced behind himself and Anna and saw Pier scowling at him. Harry cheekily smiled at the boy and grabbed Anna's arm and started walking with her towards Privet Drive.
Anna noticed his change in mood and said, "Harry, are you alright?"
"I'm fine…"
Anna stopped Harry and looked at him with a look of disbelief on her face. "Look Harry, we've been friends for five years. I can tell when you're lying." When Harry didn't answer her, she put her hand on his shoulder and said, "You can tell me anything. I promise I'll listen and I won't interrupt you."
Harry cracked a smile as he looked at his friend. He shook his head and continued walking. "Come on, I'll tell you while we're walking."
So, Harry proceeded to tell Anna everything that had happened in the last few days omitting only the fact that it was all related to magic. He knew that she was scared of magic. She'd told him so herself. He couldn't risk losing a friend over something that he wasn't even sure existed.
Once he'd finished telling her, Anna looked at him suspiciously.
"Harry Potter, do you really expect me to believe that you went to the cemetery, found your parents graves, crashed a funeral where everyone there knew your parents, then went to talk to that girl at the dentists, who told you that you're supposed to go to some elite school your parents went to but you're not going there because your Aunt and Uncle don't want you to get hurt?" Harry nodded weakly. Anna burst out in laughter causing people walking by the two to turn and stare at her. Twirling her dark brown hair in her fingers, she asked, "Do you honestly expect me to believe that? Well then again, this is coming from the girl who told you that your parents were…wizards." Anna shuddered at the thought.
"Yeah, well at least she knew something," replied Harry turning away from her.
Anna looked at Harry for a moment and said calmly, "You…actually believe that junk she told you about magic being real?"
Harry nodded and when he saw Anna look at him funnily, he said, "What's so bad about it?"
"Harry, no one knows what magic really does. I mean it could be harmful. Why would you want to associate with something that could hurt us?"
"How do you know that? You're just scared of it because you don't understand it."
"Because I don't understand it? That's saying a lot, Harry especially since you seemed to be more confused than me right now. And don't you dare say that I don't understand it. You don't know a thing about it either," she spat. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do than to get into a fight with you about rubbish like magic." Flipping her hair arrogantly, she glared at Harry and walked away from him. As Harry looked at her retreating back, he heard her call out, "There's no such thing as magic!"
Harry ran his fingers through his hair. His emerald eyes looked more tired than ever. He knew that magic shouldn't have been brought into the discussion. It wasn't his fault that she hated magic. From what Hermione said, he should have hated magic too for killing his parents but he didn't. It just sparked some sort of a fire in him.
A few minutes later, Harry reached his Aunt and Uncle's house. He stood in front of it for a moment to look at it. This house was the epitome of normalcy. Nothing about stood out at all. The whole place was normal all the way from the picket fence that surrounded the garden to white color of the house itself.
Slowly, Harry let himself inside the house. Once inside, he started walking up the stairs to his room. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to get all the way up the stairs because Dudley was at the top blocking it. "Move, Dudley."
"Why, Potter?"
Harry narrowed his eyes at the boy. "Because I want to go to my room."
Dudley scoffed at Harry and said, "Don't you mean my room? I remember that Mum made me give it to you."
"Do you live in it?" asked Harry holding onto the railing on the staircase. When Dudley didn't answer, Harry smirked and said, "I didn't think so, so move."
"Not so fast, Potter, I'm not finished with you."
Harry growled at his cousin and began in a very low voice, "Dudley, if you don't move, I'll…"
"You'll do what, Potter? Use you magic on me?" Harry's jaw dropped. "How do I know? Well Mum told me. She told me that you and your whole family is nothing but a bunch of freaks who can do magic tricks."
"Don't say that about my family," replied Harry through clenched teeth.
"Not much of a family, are they? They all died before you could even get to know them." Dudley gave Harry a horrible grin.
"Shut up." Harry could feel his temper growing. He had a good feeling that Dudley was only egging him on like this because Pier had somehow managed to tell him that Harry had taken Anna away from him.
Dudley gave Harry a smirk, which did not look nice on his fat face and said, "Make up." Then without warning, he shoved Harry backwards. Harry rolled down the stairs and somehow managed not to get hurt. His fall down the stairs did cause an awful lot of noise, which managed to call Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon to the room.
"What in the blazes is going on here?" bellowed Uncle Vernon, looking at Harry who was on the ground. He looked up at Dudley who was at the top of the stairs and said, "Well?"
"Harry fell down the stairs," replied Dudley.
Harry felt his temper growing even higher at this remark. Uncle Vernon roughly grabbed him by the arm and said, "What did you fall down the stairs for, boy?" Right then something in Harry snapped and without warning, every single light bulb within twenty feet of Harry exploded.
Aunt Petunia shrieked as one blew up right next to her head. Uncle Vernon let go of Harry and jumped as the one right in front of the front door exploded. Then Dudley gave a yelp and almost fell down the stairs as well as the lights that lined the walls going up the stairs exploded. Harry on the other hand was smiling slightly. His emerald eyes were suddenly very bright and his body looked like it was glowing.
Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Dudley gawked at Harry unsure of what to say or do. It was Aunt Petunia who finally spoke after a long silence. She regarded Harry who was still smiling and spat, "Are you happy now? You're a freak, just like your parents."
Harry merely smirked at her and walked up the stairs. As he walked past Dudley who was gripping the railing in fear, he glanced at him and Dudley let out a whimper and ran down the stairs towards his parents. As he walked away from his relative, he heard his Aunt say, "Vernon?"
"There's nothing we can do…they'll probably appear at our door any time now. And when they come, we'll deal with them."