A/N: Hi everyone! Here's the second chapter of Fell For Those Emerald Eyes! Please R/R, the reviews really motivate me, and I will be responding to reviews.

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Petunia Evans Dursley abruptly woke up, her nightgown clinging to her lithe body with sweat, her cheeks wet. Checking the analog clock's time, she found that it was the early hour of 6:59.

"Pet?" Vernon Dursley drowsily slurred. "Whassa matter?"

"Nothing, Vernon," Petunia sighed, lying back down on the bed. Suddenly, though, she shot up and burst into tears. "I can feel it! There's something wrong!"

Vernon Dursley was up and awake now. "Oh, Petunia! You don't suppose it's our nephew?"

Petunia's wide eyes impossibly widened even further. "But that means something's with Lily!"

"Where do they live?" Veron asked frantically, leaping up quickly from his bed (well, as quickly as a severely overweight man could).

"A place called G-Godric's H-Hollow," Petunia howled.

"Go change, and quickly," Vernon instructed. "I'll get Dudders as well, then we can get to the car and drive there. How far is it from Surrey?"

"I d-don't know," Petunia cried, openly sobbing. "All I know is that w-we can access it, it's not a full W-W-Wizarding V-Village."

Vernon was out of the room in a flash, leaving a crying Petunia sitting alone on the bed. She hoped with all of her might that her Lily, her son, and even the Potter man, James, were alright. After all, as Vernon had said last night, they were family.

Petunia absentmindedly slipped on yesterday's crumpled clothes and sprinted downstairs. It had been many years since she had lost her cool, as they say. Ever since Lily met the Snape boy and was carted off to that "freak school". But even Magic didn't sound so atrocious now.

Vernon met a distressed Petunia downstairs by the front door, a sleeping Dudley in his arms. When Petunia hurriedly opened the door, though, a horrific sight lay before their eyes.

A young, one-year-old boy on the Dursleys' doormat was swaddled in blue blankets, his chubby little hand wrapped around a letter. The features were frighteningly similar to James Potter's- so similar, that perhaps James had taken a de-aging potion.

Petunia let out a blood-curdling scream which mimicked the Caterwauling Charm when triggered.

Vernon was in shock as he stared at his nephew, his piggy eyes widening. Dudley's eyes opened and started to water as he screamed and thrashed in his father's arms. Wordlessly, Vernon dragged a screeching Petunia back inside the house, placed Dudders on a chair, darted outside, grabbed his nephew, shut the door, and placed Harry gently inside Petunia's arms.

"There's a letter, Pet," Veron rasped after he cleared his throat, pulling out the letter from Harry's surprisingly firm grip.

Tears splashing down her face, Petunia snatched the letter from her husband's arms and broke open the envelope seal, her horsey face scrunched in a distressing way which did not suit her.

To Mrs. and Mr. Dursley
Number 4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

Dear Mrs. and Mr. Dursley,

It is with my deepest apologies to inform you about Lily Potter (née Evans) and her husband, James Potter's deaths. They were killed in Potter Cottage in Godric's Hollow on the unfortunate evening of October 31st by a Dark Wizard named Voldemort, formerly Tom Marvolo Riddle. The Dark Wizard attacked the Potters with the intent of killing their son, Harry James Potter. We were aware of the possible attack, and placed the cottage under a protection charm which hid the location and house from all that are unaware of the house's location. Unfortunately, the Potters were betrayed, and thus, they were vulnerable and were unprotected from an attack.

This child on your doorstep is Harry Potter. It is required, for both your safety and your nephew's safety, to take him in. Harry survived because of his mother's sacrifice, and I believe that Lily's sacrifice and fierce love for her son will be transmitted maternally to Petunia Dursley (née Evans). I do hate to impose, but since your family is the only living blood relative of young Harry, for his and your family's safety, it is crucial that you two take him in. I believe this situation is what Muggles call a "win-win situation", since you will also be protected from the Dark Lord.

Please do treat young Harry as your own son, since the better you treat him, the more powerful the wards around this house are.

Yours Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster

By the end of the letter, Petunia was a crumpled heap, Dudley was wailing, and Vernon was furious.

"How dare this Albus character leave a baby on a doorstep on a chilly November evening!" Vernon bellowed, his mustache quivering as he turned an unattractive puce colour. "The nerve of him, to accuse us of mistreating our own family!"

"V-V-Vernon," Petunia's broken voice brought the ruddy man back to reality. "Lily's dead."

At his aunt's words, Harry's eyes opened, revealing the most stunning set of eyes the Dursleys had ever seen. They were almond-shaped, electric-green, piercing eyes which belonged to the late Lily Evans.

"Where Mummy Lil? I wa' Unca Remmy and Pafoo'! Where Pongsie?" the baby asked.

Petunia instantly ducked her head and started cooing at the child in her arms, though her eyes wettened at her sister's eyes. "Oh, Harry, Mummy and Daddy are gone, but you're safe with us."

"Where dey?" the unusually intelligent baby asked. "An' who you?"

"Mummy and Daddy are- sleeping forever," Vernon replied in an uncharacteristically soft voice. "And the nice woman who is holding you is your Aunt Petunia, and I am your Uncle Vernon."

"You can call me Auntie Tunia or Auntie Tuney," Petunia giggled.

Emerald eyes lit up with curiosity. "Auntie Tuney and Unca Verny," Harry shyly said.

"Such a quick learner!" Petunia gushed, then her expression darkened. "What happened?"

"Papa Pongsie wa' pwaying wi' me, dere were many pwetty bubbles from a stick," Harry started slowly. "Mummy Lil wa' goin' ta food woom. Den dere be big cwash, and snakey man step inside. Papa said sometin' loud, den Mummy come and take me to my room. And den dere be gween light, and den Papa's sweams stop. And den snakey man come to Mummy, Mummy didn't want go away, so dere be 'nother gween light and Mummy fell. And den he looked at me, and den gween light heading toward my head. But gween light came back to snakey man, den he sweam, den he gone!"

Harry finished with a clap of his chubby hands, then looked expectantly at his Auntie Tuney and Unca Verny.

Petunia and Vernon were trying to digest this very disturbing bit of information.

"Petunia, we need to get to the bottom of this," Vernon declared. "Do you know anybody who can help us?"

A shaking Petunia contemplated her husband's question before nodding slowly. "I suppose so, Vernon. The only person I can get in contact with is the Snape boy, Severus. If I'm not mistaken, he lives in Spinner's End. Maybe he'll give us some answers, and he can lead us to Diagon Alley, that's where Lily bought all her school supplies and books."

"He'll have to do," Vernon agreed. "We'll be able to find out if Dudders is a w-w-wizard," (the Dursleys still had a little bit of discomfort lingering in words related to Magic) "and we can also buy some w-w-wizarding toys and books."

Pressing her nephew to her chest, Petunia nodded frantically.

The three Dursleys and the Potter piled into their car, a Vauxhall Vectra estate, and made the journey from Little Whinging to Spinner's End.

A/N: So, how did you like it? I feel like the ending's not very good. Please leave a review!