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I was meant to sent this to here already one day earlier, but this place was doing something it's own thing just at the moment. And i was just going to little holiday and later i wasn't been in front of my computer anymore. Untill now one day later. But without more talking, read and review it!
Lovely Dinner!
Now, Petunia glanced at the boy who was deep in his own thoughts, realizing for the first time exactly what those freaks were saying about him. She opened her mouth to say something to the boy, but before she could, she realized that she couldn't do it in front of neighbors. So, she glanced down the street and ushered him inside of house. She tried to think about what she could say to him, but the only thing nice to say was a comment about his eating habits. It was so hard to be nice to the boy. When she has commented and the boy hadn't answered back, she led him to the kitchen. When she glanced back at the boy he was following her and she wondered why the boy wasn't saying anything at all. She watched the boy as he made his way behind her and saw how preoccupied he was, but couldn't think about it any more because she had the sudden urge to give him food. While she was taking the boy's food out of the fridge she wondered why she had to do it just then. Her "real" family was not eating until an hour later; she just couldn't
understand why she was so nervous about him eating. Now, the boy was sitting down next to the table and shrugged his shoulders without interest in what he was eating while he
waited for when Petunia would take his food. While the boy was eating, Petunia was waiting for the boy to finish. She was so engrossed that she was had to do something during that time, so it wouldn't seem so long. She took the washcloths out of the closet and got one wet using cold
water by accident, when she realized what she had done, she changed the water to hot. Then, she began to clean the kitchen table. She glanced at the boy occasionally while he was starting to eat, and when she saw the boy was eating she perked-up. For some reason Petunia smiled, although
she couldn't understand that either, luckily the boy couldn't see it. She was worried because the boy wasn't eating so willingly, and there was a serious concern that the boy would leave some food after eating. Something was dragging her to observe the boy's eating behavior closer,
like this meal was somehow more important than it should really be.
She forgot that she was staring at the boy and he looked up at her and began watching her curiously, which wasn't good. Petunia turned to the table again, and started to clean,
only to realize that her washcloth had dried during her staring, and that the boy had noticed too. Luckily, the boy kept to his eating, although he was clearly thinking about her staring at him. And now she didn't dare stare so often, anymore, but still she continued it occasionally. As time
moved forward, he finally finished eating, and then he left the kitchen and went to his room, preoccupied once again. Petunia was so happy now for some reason, then that same
odd feeling she had earlier, stopped in an instant. It was like she was on some kind mission, although didn't think that she was doing anything for anybody.
Later, when Petunia was lying on her bed, she thought about all of what happened. It was good to know that she could control herself, once again. It had been so annoying
that she couldn't do all what she wanted and she was so sure that it had been the boy's fault. Every summer it had been the same. Why couldn't he stay at his school all year?
Then, she wouldn't need to worry about her family. The boy should have been put in an orphanage since the day he was brought to them. After those fucking letters, everything
had gone so horribly wrong. When she had seen the letter in the boy's hand, her world had crashed down around her in an instant. All of their trying had been for nothing, they
had tried to raise him like a normal person, but then it all crashed and burned and those freaks were so damn stubborn about their training. When their letters wouldn't help, then they had to send that bloody giant to take the boy with him. At least they hadn't been at home when those
freaks came, if they had been, then she wouldn't be able to show her face in front of neighbors anymore. She would always remember what that monster had done to her little boy; she had been so ashamed, before they got rid of it. At least, after that the boy had been out of their sight almost
all year.
She had hoped that the boy wouldn't find a way to that mystery platform. Who could have imagined that such a platform really existed after all? She could only shake her
head about the name, platform nine and three-quarters, crazy. Only one good thing came from it, and that was that they only had to deal with the boy in their house for two months.
Every Harry-free month couldn't help with the summers, which were worse than ever before. The longer the boy had been at that school, the worse problems were. Instantly when he had come back the first summer, he spoiled their possibility of a rich lifestyle when he had done his devil's
tricks in front of the Masons. And just when they had sealed his fate, those freaks came and took the boy with them, and with a flying car no less. She couldn't understand how they were so lucky that none of their neighbors had seen it. Later, it hadn't gotten any better, only worse. When
her husband's sister came with her annoying dog, things were shot to hell. Just when almost the whole week was up, the boy snapped and used his magic to blow Marge up like balloon, and after that he still had the nerve to run away. Already it had been so horrible, but still it got worse. This group of men with dinner jackets came to their front door, while the neighbors were watching, not that their behavior was wizardly, they were pretty good men who you could
like. They knew how to act and had manners, they understood and Marge couldn't remember what had happened to her afterward. The next day, she had seen how the neighbors kept glancing at their house, like they were hoping that something was going to happen again. The next
summer they had learned how he had a godfather, and his godfather was a convicted murderer who had broken out of prison. She thought that Sirius Black was ugly when she thought about all the pictures she had seen on the news. They had been so scared about, they even gave those freaks permission to come in their house and collect the boy. It was a fatale mistake through, the redheaded freaks destroyed their expensive electric fireplace in the living room and that wasn't all. Those devil twins had given their son something that made his tongue to grow far to long and
fat, it was only more proof that couldn't trust those people. They shouldn't have let them collect the boy when they knew well enough that would only be bad for them. Again, last summer her little dear had been attacked because of the boy. Why the hell was Dudley who suffered every time? This time, those horrible dementors were about to suck her little man's soul out of his body. She could still remember how sick looking Dudley had been at the time, though it
had been a little thing if you compared it to Voldemort's return. It had even taken Dudley out of Petunia's mind when she heard about it. Could he kill them too, like all her sister's family, or almost all her family? Now, he was after the boy, if it hadn't been that protection thing she could
have refused to take the boy. She really should have done it anyway, but this Albus fellow had assured her that her family would be safer if the boy was with them. Still there was the fact that that murderer had sent those dementors after the boy, perhaps in this summer Voldemort himself
could visit, she thought, and laughed. Perhaps the headmaster had been wrong about that protection. Was it worth it that the boy staying there? Could it be dangerous for them? She remembered all too well what she was thinking at the time. What could she have done if the
headmaster hadn't sent his howler just at that moment? The boy was the main reason that they were in danger, after all. She could only sigh deeply, and glance at her husband who was sleeping next to her.
She woke to realize that Vernon was out of bed, instantly she glanced at the electric alarm clock and it was too early. She hoped that Vernon was using the toilet, so she waited fifteen minutes and when nothing happened, fear started to fill her mind. She tried to hear if there was anything going on, but she had no results. So, she got up from the bed quietly and slipped to the door. The door creaked when she opened and closed it; she was startled when she realized that that was the only noise in the house. If Vernon was there, she should hear him moving around, but it was quiet. It couldn't mean anything good, she thought and crept her way to the stairs, fearfully. She knew when Vernon was moving in the house, because she could to hear it very easily. There were so many places that creaked while Vernon was walking around the house. Those places didn't creak while she was walked on them, she thought proudly.
Vernon was just like a man should be, large, and her little honey would be large too. Only one thing was in between, that stupid advice about Dudley loosing weight. She could only to snort about it. School couldn't do anything about it, it was their home and their family, so it was their own decision how large their son should to be. And Dudley's grandfather Henry was been as big Dudley, when he was the same age. Dudley was going to be bigger than Henry was, before he died around sixty, because of a heart attack. Dudley looked so much like Henry, she was so proud about it. Always there was someone who was spoiled her happy family, now it was Harry, and earlier it had been Lily. Luckily their dad realized from beginning what kind her sister had been, Lily had always made strange things around her and their mother, Elizabeth, was so happy about it. With Petunia, Elizabeth always looked like she was somehow hoping for something, but later she stopped it and didn't care about Petunia as much. One time dad had shown Lily's her place in the house. Lily had made a belt disappear from dad's hand; it was been last straw before
dad was had finally had enough. After that, dad made Lily's room to the cupboard under the stairs, the very same cupboard where Harry lived ten years. It was exactly the right place for freaks, like Harry and his mother were. She was very proud that dad had given the house to her.
Elizabeth hoped that Lily would get the house, of course. She had always been on Lily's side, she tried to suborn Lily when dad wasn't near and Petunia couldn't stand it. Elizabeth never loved her as much as Lily. How often had she listened to Elizabeth who comforting Lily after dad's handling? How often had Elizabeth done it to Lily, and said that she loved and would protect her? Petunia could only think that Lily had stolen her mother. She had noticed that sometimes when Elizabeth was angry with dad about Lily, lamps would crash oddly around her. Later she had listened when Elizabeth was talking to Lily about the letter, and how she couldn't go there to study because her parents had pretending they were non-magical. When Petunia had been young, she couldn't understand what Elizabeth was talking about, but then later she understood. She couldn't understand how Elizabeth had gotten dad to agree with her, and then they sent Lily to that school. Somehow she was got it done. Perhaps everything would be better if Lily hadn't left to go to that school, and even Harry now, all that school did was bring troubles to them. Anyway, Elizabeth made sure that Lily could get her training about magic, after Lily went there, she never came back. Perhaps she was left at school, Petunia didn't to know, and it was better like that. Perhaps if there wasn't that blood thing, then Harry could be left there too. Even after Lily's leaving, Elizabeth couldn't care any more about Petunia. A year later, Elizabeth left too and Petunia never saw Elizabeth again. She was happy about that, because dad was more than enough for her. There was only one time when she heard dad talking about Elizabeth later, it had been when they got one big letter. She heard dad talking about finally being able to get rid of Elizabeth. After dad had sent those papers away, he was so happy, he actually started to whistle.
When Petunia asked about it, dad answered that he was done with Elizabeth about ten years earlier, when he had seen how Lily made one of her triangles blocks swim in front of her. When dad had talked about it with Elizabeth, she had admitted that she had done things like that herself. It was been really good to know that all the unpleasant people had left their lives forever, she and dad couldn't be happier together. Now she tried not to make the same mistakes that Elizabeth had made with Lily. She thought that she would have made her dad so proud if he had have lived. She was a real Evans.
While Petunia was lost in her thoughts of the past, she traveled downstairs and as soon as she looked at the vestibule, she did the only thing that she could do in this situation, she shrieked.