Author: VacheSoupe, the writing cow
Angst/Drama
Summary: Harry has found all the horcruxes but will he have the courage to face what lies ahead.
AN: My first chapter is with Petunia because I rather like her and find her interesting.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize because there is not a single original idea on this planet. Song belongs to the Grateful Dead. Everything Harry Potter belongs to either Rowling or WB, not that it matters.
Must be getting early, clocks are running late.
Paint my love a morning sky, it's all cold.
Dawn is breaking everywhere, light a candle, curse the glare
Draw the curtains I don't care, but it's all right
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.
I see you've got your list out, say your piece and kiss off.
Guess I get the gist of it, but it's all right
Oh well anyway, sorry that you feel that way.
Every silver linings got a touch of grey
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.
It's a lesson to me, the ablers and the beggars and the thieves
The abc's we all think of, try to win a little love.
I know the rent is in arrears, the dog has not been fed in years
It's even worse than it appears, but it's all right
Cow is giving kerosene, kid can't read at seventeen
The words he knows are all obscene, but it's all right
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.
Shoe is on the hand that fits, that's all there really is to it
Whistle through your teeth and spit, but it's all right
Oh well a touch of grey, kinda suits you anyway,
That's all I had to say, but it's all right
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.
It's a lesson to me, the devils and the east and the free
The abc's we all must face, try to save a little grace.
Ch 1 Touch of Grey
Petunia had the house to herself. It wasn't uncommon these days. Vernon had taken to bringing Dudley out on camping trips to "discuss the business" and "do some father-son bonding." Petunia did not understand why her son had to grow up or why Vernon had to take him out to the middle of nowhere just to talk about the same things that they would normally talk about at home, which amounted to almost nothing.
It was not like Petunia minded her time alone. It was nice not having a twice daily clean up of the home. The rooms remained miraculously spotless while they where gone. With Vernon and Dudley gone, she did not need to shamefully hide her gossip magazines either. What she did not like was that her little Dudders was grown-up and working in the family business. That there would no longer be a chance to take a picture of him riding his tricycle or winning a wrestling match.
What unsettled Petunia even more was her late-sister's child, Harry. Yes, the scrawny, seedy, eighteen-year-old definitely threw her off her game. Always, alluding to a big "war" that could effect even normal, upstanding families like her own. Before he moved out last summer, he mentioned a dark wizard and to always be on alert. Not having her family in front of her beady eyes at all times made her uneasy, as if she could single-handedly take on any of those freaks that try to hurt her boys.
"The freak," thought Petunia. "It will be better if he gets himself blown up like his parents. Its not like he ever did us any good." She sighed and went out into the garden. Mr. and Mrs. Robertson were having another argument next door. If Anna Robertson left her husband today, Petunia will win the neighborhood's pool of 25 pounds.
