Disclaimer: See Chapter I

Chapter 2: The Blackest Evans

Dinner that night was its' usual affair with it's spiteful remarks about Harry (Dudley was again quiet and merely ate what food he was given), and Vernon complaining about this or that about his work. Towards the end, as Harry was getting up to leave Vernon growled at him to shine his shoes as Monday was the start of his work week.

That was when the doorbell rang.

Aunt Petunia glanced up from a magazine (on housekeeping) she had been reading and wondered, "Now who could that be."

She got up and opened the door.

"Hello, Petunia. It has been ages!"

Harry looked to see a man dressed in black business suit enter the Dursley house. All three Dursleys were staring opened mouthed at the man. Were Harry not so curious, he would have been laughing at their expressions.

The new visitor was an average looking man at 5 ft. 9 inches (taller then Harry by 3 inches) with a hawk-like beak of a nose, dark brown almost black hair, and eyes of different colors. The right was brown, the left a dark green Harry hadn't ever seen before. In his right hand was a black cane two and a half feet tall that ended with what looked a silver globe on top. Under his left arm was a black derby hat.

It looked as though the man off of The Avengers had stepped into the Dursley house.

This stranger hadn't broken step as he walked into the dining room to Vernon, Dudley and Harry.

"Hello, Vernon. I see my sister has taken good care of you as your roundness so amply demonstrates."

SISTER! Then that must mean…

Turning to Dudley, "So this is my nephew Dudley, been a long time lad, last I saw of you I was on my way to war."

Finally, he noticed Harry.

"Don't believe we've met, young man. You are?"

Harry, still in disbelief, spoke up, "Harry Potter, sir" The man exuded authority and bearing much the same way Dumbledore did.

Momentarily, the man seemed taken aback. "You're Lilly and James's boy?"

Harry nodded.

The man's grin came back as fast as it had disappeared; almost as if he hadn't stopped grinning in the first place as he tucked his hat under his arm and moved his cane to his left hand. "Well, in that case, we haven't been properly introduced. In a family full of black sheep, as thought of by your Aunt over there, I'm the blackest Evans there is."

Holding out his right hand, "I'm Alexander Slim Evans, your maternal uncle, at your service."