Harry Potter and the Veil of Voices
Fan Fiction by Kinshuk Sunil.br Harry Potter, The World and Other Characters are (C) JKRbr Movies and Stuff are (C) Warner Bros
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Chapter II: The Lost Letters (Part I)
The living room at the Dursleys' had become quite chilling and cold. Harry slowly entered the room and sat down, slowly, on the sofa, looking enquirely at his Aunt. She just kept looking at him, but her gaze was beyond him, she looked like she is in trance.
"You have her eyes, Harry" said Petunia. Harry looked up at Petunia Dursley, a bit surprised. It was a rule at the Dursley's to never mention the Potters not any of the magic kinds, but clearly today was the day when the rules will be bended. He looked at her face. She hadn't returned from wherever she was.
"Yeah! I have been told that a number of times." He tried to answer clamly, but there was an explosion of emotion within him. His Aunt looked so like her sister today and perhaps, felt Harry, this is what aunts are supposed to be, like mothers. Her gaze returned to him, but she didnt say anything.
A silene followed that was very painful for Vernon Dursley, but he kept quite. Dudley, on the other hand, was very confused. Nothing was making sense for him.
"Since, when did you know that my parents lived at Godric's Hollow?" Harry broke the silence after what felt like ages and when no one else volunteered.
No one replied. The only reply that came moments later was from Petunia, who silently began to cry. Slowly, the tears carved their way through her stony cheeks.
"Two days before they were killed." she said sombrely. "Dumbledore took me, through your fire networks."
All the other three people were shocked to hear this revelation.
Harry couldn't believe that Aunt Petunia could endure the Floo Network and that she really visited her sister when she really hated her and the magic population.
Uncle Vernon was too shocked to hear what came later. He was now beginning to think that harry has done some funny stuff on Petunia and a vein had started throbbing dangerously again.
Dudley, who had had a lot of trouble to forgot his pigsy tail, was wondering whether his mother is a witch too. He was the only one to be relieved momentarily soon.
"They knew they were going to be murdered", she suddered at the just usage of words, "they didnt know when it would be but they knew their time had run out and they had decided to smuggle you out to me." She paused, Vernon kept looking at her suspiciously, determined to find something wrong in her. "Dumbledore, took me to that house, the Potter Mansion if you may call it, and it was there that I first saw you, Harry."
She gave up. It was too much for her to re-live those moments. She shuddered and fell quite. Vernon who was waiting for something like this to happen, jumped on to the oppurtunity.
"Well, well, Petunia, dear.. its ok, its alright... those Potter brats were scum none-the-less... you just need some rest. We can do all the talking tomorrow."
"You dont understand, Vernon..." she said feebly, but he cut her short.
"I'll try to understand tomorrow, dear. But you have to have some rest right now. Dudley, take your mother upstairs." He barked.
Dudley jumped on his feet and did what he was asked. Petunia was too tired and exhausted to restrain. Once, when Petunia was out of the room and trying to sleep, Vernon turned his attention to Harry Potter. His face, a deep shade of purple, his eyes narrowed into slits, and his particular favorite vein jumping up and down, as was his bushy moustache.
"You, boy! What have you done to her?" He asked Harry, not risking a high pitch, lest Petunia might hear.
"I have done nothing" replied Harry, calmly. It was Petunia who had surprised him, Vernon was his usual.
"Don't dare you lie to me. I know it. Dont tell me they dont teach you how to hoodwink you at that school of yours"
Harry looked up at his uncle, he wasnt feeling angry, he was feeling pity for his uncle. This was how he'd have felt, if Ginny started doing something funny, maybe.
"I haven't done anything to her. OK? She is just shocked to see my house and I want to see it to." He said, quickly and calmly, keeping his tone equal. There were many explosions going within him. He wanted to see his home at Godric's Hollow, he was sure they'd be showing it again and again in the repeat telecasts. He walked towards the Television.
"Listen you, boy, you might have fooled Petunia, but you havent fooled me. Answer me, straight." Glared Vernon.
"How many times do I tell you I havent done anything. She is feeling the loss of her sister, she is feeling what she ought to feel, she is accepting truth, OK? And you better not intimidate me, sir. Not anymore." All emotions within him were finding a destructive outlet. He was loosing temper again.
Vernon was too shocked to hear Harry speak in this fashion. He glared, pointing his stubby finger at him, he started, "Dont you dare talk in that tone with me. You dont..." but he stopped, Harry had jumped to his feet, wand at ready, savagely looking at Vernon Dursley, the lights in the room flickering horribly.
"Dont. Please Dont. Uncle, I have hated this family all the years i stayed here. But i never wanted to hurt any of you and I still dont. I havent done anything to her, to any of you, please dont." He was breething hardly, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The savageness in his face was not due to anger, but an unbound pain.
Dursley was too coward to come in between.
From some other room, Petunia made some sound. Vernon, who was bursting with anger, as well as afraid of the wand, kept gaping at Harry, his mouth open.
"Dont think I'll let you get away with this boy, we'll talk in the morning" He turned and stormed away, towards the room Petunia was in.
Harry relaxed and slid onto the sofa. Drawing the wand, did the trick, he thought. Dursley was still standing in a corner. Harry turned and watched him coolly.
"You didnt mean it, did you?" He asked Harry.
"Yes, I didnt" Harry replied coolly.
It was the first time, he was going to watch the television at the Dursleys by his choice. He picked up the remote and put on the news channel. Dawlish was there speaking about the scientific research. Harry looked at him, and involuntarily, said -
"What's he doing there"
"You know him?" asked Dudley, who for some reason was not stalking away, as usual. His mother's defection seemed to be a big inspiration for him.
"Yes. He's an Au... I mean, He's my kind, works at our ministry. Special Forces! like the MI5." Said, Harry without looking away from the television screen. He was looking at the background, and as Dawlish gestured towards the house the camera panned and focussed on te house. Harry kept looking at the house.
Ruined beyond repair, the house should have fallen long ago, but it still stood majestically. As proud in death, as were its resident. Harry found his eyes hurting. The porch was full of weeds and dust. The door was lying open, loose at its hinges. Tears swelled into Harry's eyes. He could see a little inside the house. His home. "My Home", he said. He could see the broken interior. The windows blackened and broken, due to the explosion. He could catch the glimpse of a broken staircase. Tears started rolling down his cheeks. It was here that everything started. Snape and Wormtail, they caused this. Otherwise, Harry would have been out there, with his parents. Snape, heard the prophecy and set Voldemort after his parents. And Dumbledore trusted Snape. Well, he was wrong, Snape killed him two weeks ago. This was here that night, when Sirius last prowled free, where he had found him crying over the dead bodies of his parents, in the ruin of his home. It was there everything had begun, It was there that Voldemort had choosen Harry as his nemesis. And, Harry swore to his parents memory that he wont let any one down, that he'll defeat Voldemort and avenge everyone.
harry could not hear anything, he didnt know what Dudley was saying, he could not hear what Dawlish was saying. he was sitting at the edge of the sofa, clutching at the edges to tightly, crying. Dudley stared at him, too shocked and surprised, when the camera returned to Dawlish and the house went back to the background.
"That was your home?" Harry heard Dudley speak from miles away. He turned towards dudley. His sight was blurred by tears but he could make out the massive outline of Dudley. He said nothing.
"Do you mind?" said Dudley, as he sat down at the sofa besides Harry and Harry felt a surge of emotion within him, after all he's my cousin. He was not able to accept it, only Uncle Vernon was being sanely Dursleyish.
"I am going to bed" he mumbled and got up. Slowly he walked towards his room. Opening the door, he walked inside. He didnt mind turning on the lights, he lay on his bed. The door had closed behind him. He began to cry.
He lay wake for what seemed like hours, and Harry knew he was not the only one awake tonight. Everything was quite, but he knew every Dursley was wide awake.
He lay thus for as long as he could and slowly, wept himself to sleep.
hr Ok, the second chapter is not finished yet. I know the Dursley's are being too funny, but it seems i got carried away in emotion. Anyways, I'll write the second chapter in two parts, this is the first part. The second part will come soon, and will bring new surprises with itself. Do give your valuable feedback.