Before you Go
Chapter: 2
Cookies and Scream
Summary: What seems like an ordinary family to the Durselys may actually be more then meets the eye. When the new residents of 5 Privet Drive move into the neighbour-hood, no one thought much about it, especially not Harry Potter, or at least he didn't until, well...You'll see.
Author's Note: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's other counterparts and/or merchandise, not that I haven't tried. As a result of my non-ownership of said iteams that should be a realitively good indicaton of my identity, which at this point should register in your mind as not being J.K. Rowling, the true and real owner of said iteams. If for some reason you still insist that I am J.K. Rowling then you are an idiot and therefore should not be allowed to even cross the street without a "special helper" present.
At this point in the day the sun was setting at an extremely fast rate. The dark shadows were beaming through the open window onto the face of the pudgy boy. Well, at least the shadows were only covering the boy until a tall, thin woman came from behind the boy with a curious and crooked look upon her face. She step quickly and placed one of her frail and pasty hands on the mustard yellow curtain that were hanging behind the window whist leaving the other to fall onto the shoulder of Dudley.
She looked at him inquisitively and then her vision focused on the girl, Dawn. She looked her up and down, up and down, up and down. Dawn thought that if the woman had looked her up and down one more time that her eyes would of rolled straight out of her head and on the the flowery carpet that was peaking from behind the two before her.
Finally, after a few moments that felt like a many forever the woman finally opened her mouth.
"Who are you?" the woman asked with raised eye-brows.
"I'm Dawn Jacobs. My family and I just moved in across the street." Dawn replied as she turned her head and pointed towards the moving van in her drive-way that was now pulling away.
Upon inspection of the moving truck and home across the street the woman's eyes passed over a very shiny and very fancy car that was parked in front of the Jacob home. Her eyes lite up as though Christmas had come early and she was the first to open her gifts.
"Oh, well welcome to the neighbour-hood, Dawn." the woman said excitedly as she her eyes sparkled with the crimson greed as they had every time something shiny and new flew into her line of vision.
"Please come in." she spoke.
Anxiously as she hopped from the window to the front door, opened it, and ushered the girl in.
"No, it's okay. I've really got to be getting home now, thank you though." Dawn said politely as she started to walk away.
"Please. Don't be silly, come in." the woman insisted as she grabbed Dawn's arm and nearly dragged her into the house.
Upon entering the home she noticted the distinct smell of musty flowers. She also noticed the extremely round man sipping tea in the kitchen.
"Petunia, who this?" the man asked with a mouth full of cookies and tea.
Dawn squirmed. She was sickened by the crumbs falling from the mans overly large mouth and even more by the generous amount of morsels that had found themselves helplessly trapped within his graying mustache. She leaned back a bit and tried to make a discreet effort to walk away from the portly man and the nauseating speks of food that she feared would at some point come alive and entrapped her in their snare of unpleasentness.
Petunia, however, would have none of this. She once again grabbed the girl's arm and drew her further into the kitchen. Dawn, though hesitant and unwilling, complied to the woman's will and walked deeper into the room.
"This is Dawn Jacobs, dear." Petunia said to man. "Her family just moved in across the street." she said in an uncharacteristically sing-song voice as she floated towards the ice-box to fetch a frozen bag of peas for Dawn's toe that she'd accidentally stubbed in the struggle to get as far away from the kitchen as possible.
"Fine. Why is she in my kitchen?" he asked whilst trying to swallow his food.
"Dear." the woman said as she walked over to him and smacked his arm.
"What was that for?" he asked hotly.
Petunia motioned her head towards the living room window which was some-what visible from the kitchen. The man, though irritated by his wife's strange behavior, abliged her will and stretched as far back as his pudgy stomach would allow and caught a small glimpes of the expensive car that had too caught Petunia's attention only moments beforehand.
It was at that moment that he immediately straightened up and adjusted his tie.
"Please" he cleared his throat. "Sit down, umm." he searched his memory for the girl's name.
"Dawn. Her name's Dawn dad." Dudley said excitedly as he pulled out a chair for the girl.
She looked at it hesitantly, but sat down.
"Uhhh. Yeah. My name's Dawn." she said.
"I knew it. I could never forget such a pretty name as that." the boy said in a pitiful attempt to flirt.
"Thanks." Dawn muttered.
Petunia, who was now ushering over tea and sugar cookies over to the table, started her master questionaire about the girl and her family.
"So, dear...What brings your family to our charming little neighbour-hood?" she asked as she sat down and started to pour the dark tea.
"Umm..My dad. His new job is around here." Dawn replied.
"Ohhh. Where does he work?" Vernon asked.
"At Morgan and Company. He's the new Head Advertisement Analysist." she answered back while sipping on the bitter tea that the woman had given her seconds before.
"My dad's a business man too." Dudley boasted.
"Yes, well...I dabble, I suppose." he said.
Dawn just merely raised her eye-brows in agknowledgement and put her tart tea back down. For the next twenty minutes she was poked and prodded with questions about her family, her school, and her relationship status. That last question was one that seemed to plague the pudgy boy more then anyone else, though Petunia did mention that Dudley somewhere around Dawn's age and that he would be more then willing to show her around town.
Somewhere throughout the "converstation" the topic of the amount of unpacked boxes in the Jacob's home came up. Dudley so generously offered himself up to help unpack the boxes, though Dawn assumed it was his way of getting a cheap shot at her things, but nevertheless she felt it was rude to turn down the offer. After all, her mother hadn't spent the last fifth-teen years lecturing her about politeness to let it go to waste now.
So Dawn finally went home that night and had the privelage of informing her family of the news that their was going to be a strange family from across the street over at their home the next day to help with the unpacking.
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Next Chapter: Curiosity Killed the Coincidence
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