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Becoming Harry

By Dstar

Chapter 1: She really loves girls

Aunt Petunia loved girls. She had always loved girls, although she supposed it wasn't all her fault. (Ever since her no good great grandmother messed with an unfriendly witch and had that godforsaken spell cast on her.) But still even so she still loved girls. More that she should actually. In fact, when she had found out that she was pregnant she had wished whole-heartedly for a girl. And yet none came, and none was given to her. So she had waited, hoped that maybe some day she would be given that wonderful child of joy. But now almost 16 years latter, she was still girl less and still pining.

You could say that because of the spell (that no good rotten lousy spell) her love for girls was even more intensified. And that was what made her slightly insane, sure she loved Dudley. What mother wouldn't, he was a great boy. The pride of the family. But he wasn't enough for her and she knew it. Vernon didn't however and that suited her just fine. If he were to find out that she didn't love their precious little boy as much as she should, well she just wouldn't hear the end of it.

She pulled up her nightgown and stared at the grisly mark that those who bore her no good great grandmother's curse had upon them. It looked like no more that a bruise when no covered in makeup but think of it, to go around looking like you had just been beaten up? It was unseemly, especially for a woman such as her. She was respected! Adored, people bowed at her feet.

Petunia sighed and looked out of the window at the street that the lived on and sighed, who was she kidding. If she had a girl she wouldn't let her go. Just think of it, a girl living in her house! Vernon be darned, she would treat that girl like a queen.

Next to her Vernon snorted and rolled over in his sleep. She glance down at him and sighed again, this time bigger and larger. She hated her sister, not just for somehow escaping the curse, but also for dropping such an unseemly boy on her steps. She supposed at one point she loved her sister. But she can't remember when that point was. Her sister was always better, always the special one. Which she proved quite well the day she got that letter to the adored school. That Hogwarts. She could never forgive her sister after that. Especially not when her mother came up to her and told her why she had the ever-lasting bruise.

She finally calmed her self and though of the boy in the other room, the boy that her sister had dropped on her doorstep that one night. The wrenched boy who had ruined her life. Who had reminded of her of her sister's constant greatness. And for that she could never love him, ever. She would continue to hate him, continue to despise him. For he was just like his mother, in every way that she could imagine.

She looks out the window again and is about to get up to go to the bathroom when she hears it. A light popping sound from outside her window. She looks out the window and notes as the streetlights go out one by one. She's flabbergasted and quickly pulls out her robes, a change in plans already in motion. She slips on her slippers and heads downstairs. Opening the door she looks on as a man in a maroon cloak comes walking down the street. For a second she feels like running down the stairs and contacting him but she thinks better of it. She doesn't want his help.

The figure finally steps into the light and she recognizes him from somewhere. Finally it comes to her, this is the man that took Harry away last year. Dumbledore she remembers his name to be. And another one of those dreadful wizards. The final light goes out and she can no longer see him. He finally turns to a cat sitting on a rail of one of their neighbors and smiles, "I thought I would find you here Minerva."

Petunia can only watch in fascination as the cat turns into a human being before her eyes. The guise that the woman once wore slipping away, "Well it is going to happen tonight isn't it?"

Dumbledore nods and strokes his ever growing, ever long silver beard and nods, "Yes, it is, isn't it?"

"He'll be surprised in the morning, wanting answers no doubt."

Dumbledore's head turns so that he's looking right at Petunia and makes a motion with his hand. She knows she caught. Stepping out from under the darkness of the porch she walks over to them, she looks at them slightly afraid, yet angry enough to forget about most of it, "Stay away from my house."

"My dear lady, were not going in it. We're here merely to observe. Tomorrow is his 16th birthday is it not?" Dumbledore chuckles.

"Well what ever your doing, do it else where!"

McGonagall stares at her thought hooded eyes, "We must be here. Just as you must be inside sleeping."

"I don't need to sleep."

Dumbledore smiles at her, "You're going to need it tomorrow. It's his birthday, you might as well bake him a cake."

Petunia scoffs at that, "Make the creature a cake? Why would I do that?"

Dumbledore smiles, "Who knows, you might become inspired."

"Inspired? By what? Him?"

Dumbledore just chuckles and pulls out an old stopwatch. He checks the time and then looks up at Harry's bedroom window, "Well it should begin any second now."

Petunia looks confused for a second and then Harry's bedroom window lets out a large flash of light. A few more seconds go by and then the room erupts in light again. This continues on for a while and finally the light dies down. Petunia shakes her head looking wearily at the window, "What was that?"

"Nothing to be afraid of. Just some old magic taking its course. Now you really should get to bed. You are going to need that energy."

Dumbledore takes out his lighter again and clicks it once. All the lights in the streets come back on and he walks away. By now she's realized that the other woman is nowhere to be seen and wonders what could have happened to her. She finally goes back inside, the cold getting to her. Inside she shuts the door and climbs back upstairs and into her warm comfy bed. Fatigue finally taking her over.

A/N: Yay! First chapter done! Review I command you! Review!