A/N: Okay here's chapter 3. I can't believe I'm dishing out a third chapter in just a matter of hours since I finished and posted chapter 2. Now for some explanations.

In response to the question about how Snape will react, I think Snape is going to have to be much kinder than normal in order to be able to teach Harry anything IF Harry is able to come to Hogwarts at all.

For a question I forgot to answer in my rush to write the second chapter, In the United States, People use Jams and Jellies (grape jelly, apricot jelly, strawberry jam. It's all really the same thing except that jellies don't have any bits of the fruit in it like Strawberry Jam does. I should know, Grape Jelly is my favorite thing to have on toast, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and on English muffins. It's very good and not at all odd.

For the question about his illness, you're looking at a very complex Harry Potter. As in the first chapter, his behavior early in the morning was like that of a four year old. He has some serious troubles with his school work, especially in reading and writing. He also has some problems when focusing on one thing. Art is the exception in this case. The Harry in this fic is very good at making art projects and drawing (even if he specializes in childish drawings but he's getting better). Harry also loves to play Soccer, even if he is a bit clumsy for his physical age. Personally I know someone who is in her twenties and yet acts between the ages of 5 and 15 and can flash from one age behavior to another in an instant. Harry is able to dress himself, even if it does take some time. He has a hard time tying his shoes and buttoning his shirts, but then again, I was never good with buttoning shirts and still have some trouble with anything that needs to be buttoned. (I'm talking about the buttons that go in the slits of fabric…) Living under his Uncle Vernon's roof for 5 years of his life haven't helped. I will explain in later chapters in more detail. I'm still working the ideas out in my head. BTW, Harry does not respond well to those with a strict tone of voice as shown in chapter 2. That there was only a small example of how he really reacts to what he thinks is a full fledged threat.

Butterfly

Chapter 3: Shocking Truths (Yeah I know I used this title for another story but I mean… How else do you expect the Wizards to react when they find out about Harry.)

Almost a week later, two mysterious men could be seen walking down the street which the apartment complex in which Petunia, Dudley, and Harry lived in was on. These were the same two men that had been seen on an air plane and had attracted strange looks from young children on board.

It so happened that these two men were walking down the street, very quietly discussing something.

"Remus, are you sure that this is the street? These flats aren't nearly nice enough to have Harry bloody Potter inside them." The one in black said venomously.

"I'm sure, Severus." The man in brown replied, looking around curiously. "We've been looking for him for four years, Sev. This is the first time we've gotten anywhere close to finding out what's happened. If I'm wrong about this being the street, then you can make me go without Wolfsbane for a year." Remus said, a hint of fear in his voice.

"Have you gone insane, Lupin? I would never make you do such a thing and don't expect to convince me to." Severus softly cried out.

Now it just so happened to be that Harry, Dudley, and a few kids that lived nearby had decided to go out for a small game of soccer. Sadly, there was no emply lot or field in which they could play so the group of kids decided to play in the street. After all, no one really owned a car in this particular area so there really wasn't too much traffic. Besides, they had a score keeper whose little brother was more than happy to serve as a look out for any cars coming their way. This was the first truly sunny day since that gloomy Monday on which Harry had come back to school and so it was also the first chance he and the others had gotten a chance to play.

Dudley had been picked as a team captain and had immediately picked Harry as his first player. After all, Harry was quite good at the game.

The other captain was Marc, and eventually both teams had an almost equal shot at winning.

Remus and Severus had both walked quite a bit before they had spotted the kids playing and stopped to watch. The boys playing basically ignored the adults and played their hardest.

Eventually Remus and Severus grew tired of watching the young children at play and decided to walk a bit further. Having become hungry, Remus suggested they go buy something to eat at a corner store they came across. Inside, while Severus was still trying to decide which candy bar he would like to try, Remus had bumped into Petunia. He recognized her from old photos of her and Lilly.

"Petunia? Petunia Dursley?" She stared at him, perhaps scared more than just startled. She hadn't been called that for an entire four years. How was it that this man knew her name?

"W-who the hell are you, and how do you know my married name?" She hissed at him, her protective instincts taking over.

"I'm Remus Lupin, an old friend of Lily's." He watched as her eyes widened in realization of who he was and perhaps why he was there.

"I'm assuming that man in the trench coat is your colleague then?" Petunia said, her eyes darting to Severus, who was quickly making his way to them.

"Yes. This is Severus Snape." At this Snape nodded at her.

"I suppose you want to talk to me about my nephew then? We can talk on the way to my apartment. It's just down the street. Now if you'll just let me get these things paid for." Petunia said, taking the things she had selected from the shelves and paid for them. Afterwards she tucked two lollipops she had purchased into her pants pocket.

"What is it you want to talk to me about?" Petunia asked as the three left the store and headed back to the apartment complex.

"About Harry. As you know, when he turns eleven, he'll be going to Hogwarts. His name has been on the list since forever." Remus said, unsure of how to approach the subject.

"I don't think that will be possible, Mr. Lupin." Petunia replied.

"And why would that be?" Snape questioned her.

"Please, this is very hard to explain. I don't think Harry would be up to the level your school would need him to be." Petunia replied nervously. She had known long before now that explaining her nephew's problems would be a hard task, even for her.

"Petunia, if I may call you that…" said Snape. "You should know that most students come into Hogwarts knowing little to no magic. Many are Muggleborn or rather, like your nephew, raised by and around Muggles. There should be no problem for Harry to adjust."

"No, Mr. Snape. You don't understand. Harry… He wouldn't be able to do the work. I've seen those books your school uses when Lily was going there. My nephew isn't even close to that level of reading, let alone writing. Even in a year, I don't think he'll be up to that level yet." Petunia answered. Her beautiful blue eyes were cast downward, as if some part of her felt that her Nephew's troubles were somehow her fault.

"I'm afraid w-we don't quite understand, Petunia." Remus looked at Lilly's sister curiously. Snape was watching her with his trademark contemplative look

"P-please, maybe this would be better explained if we were to all be sitting down. This here is the apartment complex that we live in. Please, come with me." Petunia led them inside the apartment, up the stairs, and to apartment number 21. She knocked on the door, only to be greeted by a rather plump Hispanic woman with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. She smiled at Petunia and then gave a confused look at the two men with her.

"Petunia, since when did you start bringing men home?" the lady asked.

"Not often. These two are old friends of my sister, Harry's Mum. Could you perhaps help me get these to the kitchen, Carla?"

"Of course, Petunia."

"How did the boys behave?" Petunia asked, catching a glimpse of Harry napping on the couch. "I hope they didn't get into any trouble."

"Of course not. They did go outside for a bit to play soccer. Harry did scrape his knee but Dudley quickly got him back inside so I could clean up that knee of his. After I gave them lunch, that one there just curled up on the sofa and fell asleep while Dudley was watching cartoons."

"Oh, good. Now I won't have to worry about spoiling them with Pizza tonight." She said, quickly walking back to the door where Lupin and Snape stood waiting.

"Oh please, you two, just come in." Petunia said, grabbing her purse and taking out some assorted dollar bills.

"Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven… Here Carla." She handed the money over to the woman, receiving a nervous look in exchange.

"Petunia, you know you don't have to pay me, and certainly not that much."

"Carla, I don't know what it is about you, but sometimes you seem to bring the best out of the boys. Just take the money, and I'll see you tomorrow." She said, giving Carla a friendly hug.

After Carla left, Petunia scooped Harry up in her arms, despite the boy's weight, and carried him into his bedroom, tucked him into bed, and gently kissed his forehead. In Dudley's bedroom, Dudley was busy playing with his Transformers action figures. She looked in, and then slowly closed the door as to not bother the boy, and went back into the living room where Severus Snape was sitting down on the worn sofa, and Remus Lupin had busied himself by admiring both Harry and Dudley's different pieces of art.

"You like that one, Mr. Lupin?" Petunia asked, gesturing to the particular photo frame that he was currently11ooking at.

"Yes, it's very nice. Who made this?"

"Harry made it." She replied curtly.

"Really, how long ago. This seems like something a very young child would make." He commented.

"Last week… In fact it was just this last Monday that he brought it home." She said. Both Remus and Severus stared at her in shock.

"But he's…"

"Ten years old?" Petunia finished for the wizard. "He may be in terms of how many years he's been alive, but that doesn't mean he acts it or even has the abilities that most ten year olds do."

"How old does he normally act?" Snape asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

"It often depends. Usually like a four or five year old would. Very rarely does he act near the age of ten. At rare times he acts as an eight year old would but that is so rare that I hardly get to see such behavior." Petunia folded her hands on her lap. "Now, why don't I get some tea ready, and then I'll call in to order some Pizza. You don't mind a combination with extra sausage do you?" she asked, getting up from her seat.

"Of course not, Ma'am." Remus replied.

"It is fine with me as well." Severus stated.

When Petunia was in the kitchen, Snape turned to Remus with a questioning look on his face.

"Lupin, you wouldn't happen to know what Pizza is, would you?"

"Of course I do. Lily took all of the Marauders out for Pizza one time. It's a round food made of a special bread with a special, thick tomato paste, cheese, and other toppings like certain vegetables and meats, that is baked. Then it is cut into triangular slices and eaten with your bare hands or perhaps even a napkin, if the eater so desires to use one." Remus explained as best he could. Suddenly the two men caught sight of a pale boy in light blue thermal pajamas whose black, messy hair made him look like he had just woken up. He held a faded brown teddy bear tightly to his chest and gaped at them in what seemed to be fear. Remus and Severus both could tell that this was the same Harry Potter they had seen only a little while before, sleeping soundly on the couch.

"Hello." said Remus, as kindly as he could manage in his shock of seeing the boy so afraid of him. The boy only stepped further back into the hall way and held the worn bear even more tightly if that was even possible.

"I don't think he's used to seeing strangers in his living room, Lupin." Snape murmured to his colleague.

"Harry, finally, you're awake." Petunia said, coming in and noticing the child. "It's okay, Sweetie. These men are friends. This is Mr. Lupin and Mr. Snape." Petunia gestured to the men. Harry finally relaxed a bit and timidly put out his hand in greeting. Both men shook took their turn to shake the boy's hand. "Harry, do you think you could tell Dudley that we're having Pizza tonight and that I would like him to help with setting the table?" Petunia asked, as she looked directly into the boy's emerald colored eyes.

"Y-yes, A-aunt P-Pet-Petunia." He gave his aunt a quick hug before running off to relay the message.

Remus and Severus shared a severe glance and then turned to look directly at Petunia.

"D-does he stutter all the time?" Remus spoke. He knew from personal experience that stuttering and magic didn't go together very well. Children who came to Hogwarts with a stutter often had to have extra training in casting spells. Peter Pettigrew, one of the Marauders, was a prime example.

"Mostly… Other days he hardly speaks at all. He had to have three years of speech therapy before he started speaking this clearly and this often." Petunia said as she began pouring hot tea into three ceramic tea cups. She had also brought some sugar, milk and a plate of blueberry muffins with a butter tray on the side.

"Mum, how come we have to set the table if we're just having Pizza?" came the voice of Dudley as he walked into the room, eying the two men sitting on the couch. Harry wasn't too far behind him, still clad in blue thermals, but with his hair quite a bit neater looking.

"Because, we're going to have a salad with the pizza. You don't think that I was going to let you get away with just having a greasy pizza did you?" Petunia replied to her son. "Now, if you would be so kind, I want you to put out the plates and three adult cups." She said, giving the blond boy a serious look that said 'I mean business'. She turned to Harry and smiled gently. "And Harry, do you think that you could put out the silverware and two cups for you and Dudley?" Dudley had already gone to do is chore as she said this. Harry slowly nodded.

"Ye-yes A-aunt Pet-Petunia." He said before running off to do what was asked.

"Petunia, please, perhaps we can… work something out to ensure that he can come to Hogwarts. Perhaps we could have Albus Dumbledore come and talk it over with you and Harry. Your nephew is a hero in the Wizarding world. It would disappoint so many people if Harry James Potter were to never attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the whole community would be in an uproar. There must be something that the magical world can do for Harry that the muggle world can't. Please, just let us try to work it out." Remus said, getting desperate in an attempt to convince the woman to permit such a thing. Severus glanced at the other man with a look that seemed to mean 'we'll talk about this later in private'.

"I suppose that it wouldn't hurt to try. Perhaps we can arrange something for say… next Saturday?" She said after taking a sip of tea. Just as soon as the three had finished there was a yell that came from the kitchen, a crash, and a startled yelp. Petunia and the two men ran to the kitchen to find Harry nursing a bleeding cut on his hand, tears running down reddened face as he sobbed. Dudley was kneeling on the floor, trying to pick up all the pieces of plate that had broken upon contact with the tiled floor.

A/N: Okay, I think I'll stop for now. Hope you enjoyed Chapter 3, and please, if you can review as a registered user, that way I can reply to your comments personally, rather than going against the rule about replying to reviews… Chapter 4 will come soon, I promise you.