AN: Hey guys. I hope you're not too mad at me for the last chapter… or for this chapter, if I'm honest.
Warning: Caring Petunia!
DON'T FLAME ME PLEASE!
Anyway, the reason for this AN? Please, note that I haven't read the books or watched Danny Phantom for a long time so it's just really going off memory. If there's anything not quite right, please tell me. Also, I own nothing. All credit goes to the respective owner[s] of Harry Potter and Danny Phantom.
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Harry groaned as he woke on hard ground. Shifting as he fluttered his eyes open, he felt sharp objects digging into his spine, and felt with his hands before lifting his head up. All around him was green and purple everywhere and floating pieces of land, some of which housed habitats. Flying around were neon green globs of what looked to be goo.
Looking around where he lay, he saw the others he had shaken hands within the Great Hall at Hogwarts. John looked to be still out cold as was Tracy. Serena was sitting up and repeating Harry's same movements, albeit shakily and looking more confused as she looked over at him.
"Harry, wasn't it?" She asked, her voice echoing slightly in the still air. Nodding his answer, Harry looked up as a chill came from above them as she asked, "Where are we?"
"I don't know. This isn't Hogwarts, that's for sure." Harry answered, looking around again as the chill became stronger and four beings came toward them, two of them looking straight at the only two humans awake.
"My dear Godric, it has happened?" one of the beings said looking at the one being addressed as it/he nodded. The four looked to be dressed in old mediaeval robes with the two obviously males wearing swords at their hips, while the women wore highly coloured dresses with bows and arrow quivers upon their backs.
"'Tis seems to be the case, Helga. As foretold." 'Godric' answered, Harry looking up at him as the being known as Helga smiled and flew towards them both with Godric following…
Mrs Petunia Dursley was quite happy to say that she didn't give one hoot about her Nephew Harry Potter. The boy had shown signs of being freaky since her precious son had been five and Harry only a four and a bit. But that didn't mean that she held a grudge against the boy.
Since coming to her house when only a young baby, Petunia had held a well-hidden love for the boy, even going so far as to protect him from prying neighbours, if only discreetly. The orphan didn't need that and she held great esteem in Mrs Figg, the batty old cat-loving neighbour just a street away when she had to take him over there.
So, imagine her surprise, when, after only four years of the Boy being at that freaky magic school her sister, Lily, had gone to, she suddenly had a teacher showing up on the doorstep of no. 4, Privet Drive.
Petunia had immediately invited the Professor in and to the Living Room, which as always was immaculate and found herself offering Professor McGonagall a cup of tea, which had been accepted.
"Minerva, please." The professor said, jolting the muggle out of her current thought trail and over to her as the catty professor pursed her lips before sipping from the porcelain teacup. Her eyes were filled with worry as Petunia swallowed and asked the question she never thought would come from her own mouth.
"Has something happened to him?" She said, trying and somehow succeeding to sound worried. The Pro-Minerva- looked to her over the top of the cup and set it down, her wand discreetly levitating it to the coffee table and the matching saucer on the surface.
"I'm afraid so, Mrs Dursley. As we speak, he and some other students, as well as some guests of the school, are being treated for an unknown cause. You see, there was a fight at the school earlier, between two of our students. Misters Potter, Weasley, Miss Granger and some other students tried to intervene and stop it from escalating, yet they were unable to." Minerva explained, "This, in turn, caused a magical reaction as there were students, not only from the House of which I am Head of, Gryffindor but the other four Houses as well.
"As we have not a clue as to what caused it, only that members of each of the four Houses were found in the Great Hall, I have to ask, would you be willing to come up to Hogwarts and give permission for whatever has to be done?"
"You're asking me at a time like this?" Petunia asked her, The Professor nodding solemnly as she stood and began pacing the room.
"You are his legal guardian in both the Wizarding and Muggle worlds, Mrs Dursley. It is only right that I have to tell you this."
"And what does the Headmaster say? Surely he knows about you coming here."
"He does not." Minerva answered, "I came here of my own volition, Petunia. Professor Dumbledore would rather have kept you in the dark about this."
"I can't pretend to not hate the boy." Petunia sighed, "He's all I have left of my sister."
"Pardon?" Minerva looked shocked as Petunia sat down heavily on the same sofa as the witch and stared at the television in front of them. The news had been odd that morning. An entire class from a small rural American town had disappeared during the Easter vacation. The local authorities hadn't the slightest clue what had happened as two of the kids had been named as 'Danny and Jazz Fenton', the children of world-leading experts of 'ghosts', Jack and Maddie Fenton of Fentonworks.
"I said, he's all that I have left of Lily. I don't want to lose him any more than I'm sure your world does. It feels strange admitting this but I love the boy, no matter what that letter said when he was left on the doorstep all those years ago."
"You mean-?"
"Yeah. The letter that was left with him. I'd have thought you'd know what it said inside."
"Sorry, I only saw the envelope when Harry was placed on the doorstep." Minerva said, shaking her head when Petunia nodded slightly, "In any case, I am hoping that you would come up to the school and sit with Mr Potter until he wakes."
"Let me lock up and leave a message for Vernon. He's working late tonight so it'll be an empty house he comes home to." Petunia said, already moving from the room and setting everything in motion, obviously eager to be by her nephew's side. A few minutes passed before she was bustling back into the Living room and hesitantly taking hold of the Professor's offered arm.
"Hold on tightly now, Mrs Dursley." Minerva warned, "You'll feel a slight discomfort but I promise, it is normal."
Gulping, Petunia barely had time to prepare herself before she was plunged into a very thin tune, one that felt like her breath was being taken from her very body. All she could think about was keeping hold of the appendage of the witch with her and getting through this sickening ordeal as her lungs tightened. All too soon, as she thought that she mould maybe die, the tube loosened its grip on her lungs and she could breathe again, sucking in that all too important oxygen to calm down as she sank to her knees and coughed.
"My dear, are you okay?" came a voice above her, causing her to open streaming eyes and look up as the watery figure of Minerva McGonagall stood above her, a concerned look on her face. Nodding, she took a proffered arm and felt herself being pulled to her feet.
"You could have warned me it was like that."
"But I did." Minerva said, a cat-like smile appearing on her face, "What you felt was something that we feel when we Apparate from one place to another. Even I felt it as we travelled from your home to Hogsmeade."
"Wait, what?" Petunia paused as they emerged into a bustling high street, the residents and shoppers all getting to their feet as if something had happened. Minerva said nothing else as they walked up a side road and soon stood in front of what appeared to be ruins with a sign on the gates, proclaiming it forbidden to trespassers. The witch with her paid no mind to the sign, almost as if she couldn't see it, and turned when Petunia stopped in front of the gate.
"Pay it no mind, Mrs Dursley. It's only a spell to keep muggles out." Minerva said, watching as Petunia carefully stepped forward and walked through the barrier, groaning as the muggle-repelling spell worked its magic on her. Her face went from uncertain to hesitant as she looked back before she was shocked out of her state when a hand landed on her shoulder.
Leading her up through the gates and into the courtyard itself, Minerva made her way through the crowd of students as they gathered at the door to a hall, peering inside and talking amongst each other, and they soon found their way to the Hospital Wing, pausing as voices spoke within.
"Go in when you feel up to it, Mrs Dursley," Minerva said gently, standing back a step to reveal the door handle. Petunia nodded and stared at it for a while before her decision was made. This was her nephew, whom she had brought up every day since he was a baby and she knew her feeling towards the boy weren't without cause.
Standing straight and pushing the door open, Petunia saw that the beds had been filled with students, each with someone keeping watch over them all, whether they be a friend or a parent. Only seven beds were without someone sitting beside them and Petunia easily recognized Harry as being in the bed near the window as well as another boy who looked exactly like him. Every single one of the teenagers looked to be out cold as Petunia walked through the ward and stopped by two beds, each holding both boys, both looking peaceful. Sitting by Harry, she smiled when his eyes fluttered, his body too weak to hold them open as he went to sleep.
Stroking her hand through his fringe, she saw the scar sitting prominently on his forehead and squeezed his hand gently, silently wishing for him to wake up soon. Looking up as someone groaned slightly, the Aunt of Harry Potter saw one of the other five, a red-haired teenage girl older than any of the other teenagers, woke up and looked around, her hand going to her head as if it were pained. With the small sound that she gave, everyone in robes had paused and looked over as she blinked and looked over to the boy.
A matronly woman bustled over and began checking her over, ignoring the girl's fighting hands before scowling and saying, "You'll have to let me eventually, Miss Fenton."
"I don't care." Came the retort, the girl's voice carrying a strong American accent as she folded her arms and stared back, "I feel- gack."
A thermometer stopped any more words coming out of her mouth and she pouted, her face thunderous as her temperature was taken. A few seconds later, she spat it out onto her chest and huffed, causing Petunia to smile in amusement. As did a few other parents, some of who were quickly averting their eyes back to their children, the only common thing was the worry in their faces as they sat and waited for their child to wake.
"Miss Fenton," The woman said, her eyebrows raised as the girl shook her head and replied, "Check on my brother. Or at least one of the others. I'm fine. I feel fine and there's nothing wrong with me physically."
The matron looked at her a second longer before sighing once more and bustling off to another one of her patients. The girl allowed her head to sink into the pillow as she looked over to the boy beside Harry's bed and smiled slightly before her eyes closed. Petunia squeezed Harry's hand and stood to go over to her bed before a replying squeeze stopped her in her tracks. Switching her gaze back to him, she saw as he wearily opened his eyes and looked at her with those emerald green iris' that never failed to get her heartstrings fluttering. Though drowsy with sleep, Harry still managed to look at her and give a small lopsided smile before he opened his mouth, his tongue poking out to wet his lips.
"Hi, Aunt Petunia." Was all he said croakily, his eyes unfocused, yet looking at her. Unbidden, a smile leapt onto her lips as she felt relief rush through her veins.
I think this is a good place to leave it.
I think I've taken this concept from another fanfiction call Petunia's Boys. It's really good and I'd recommend it to anyone who likes to read caring Dursley fics. Plus, I've sort of loathed the way she treated Harry in both the books and the movies. Except for a small deleted scene in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallow's part 1, where Petunia tells Harry, "You didn't just lose a mother that night in Godric's Hollow, you know. I lost a sister as well."
It makes me feel that although she hated her sister's magic and all that it represented to the young Petunia, she still loved Lily herself. But that's just my take on it.
Feel free to comment and I have college over the next couple of days, including tonight. So, I 'll see you when I next see you all.
CIAO!
Hermione Jean Burton x
