Chapter 2
A very important disclaimer: My story is set 19 years later from canon. Harry's birthdate is 31st July, 1999.
It has been hours since the call, the sun has risen, the resident of Privet Drive have started their day. Some with newspaper and tea, some with Yoga (the new trend) and some just relaxing and enjoying the few calm moments before they dive in their hectic busy day. In all words everything in Privet Drive appeared as it always was. Ordinary and perfect. Except for the Dursley family. Petunia is not following her usual routine of making breakfast or peering over the neighbors fence to peep in. She is sitting stiffly, watching the Raven haired baby now wide awake and playing with his cousin's toys in his playpen. Dudley did not take the intrusion of another child kindly and threw a hissy fit like only a toddler can. Petunia called up Miss Drew of No 11 Privet drive- who inherited the house and quite a large sum of money, so lives the life of leisure and pleasure- sometimes babysits him, and had her agreed to look after Dudley till noon due to family emergency. She looked at the boy, her nephew. Harry, is his name. Lily mentioned in her last email. What a common name. That was the only form of communication she had with her now dead sister. She refused to pick her call, and has prohibited her to ever visit her at her home. This is her home. Something that belong only to her and her family and had sworn that she would not allow Lily to intrude here in her house. Nor would she allow Lily's freakishness to ever darken her doorstep.
For you see Mrs. Dursley's sister was a witch. An actual witch wand and all. Just like the letter she received today her sister also received a letter in the same envelope 11 years ago and with it came an imposing lady dressed in green tartan robes, pointed hat and a heavy Scottish accent and informed them that Lily was a witch and has been granted the privilege to attend one of the premier school in all of Europe to learn Magic. Lily already expecting it-since that horrid boy told her all about it- was ecstatic and so were her parents. But not Petunia. She felt betrayed, jealous, angry and sad. Lily immersed herself into a world that to Petunia looked old, overcrowded, stuck in Victorian era, shabby, dirty and strange. No dressing sense, no etiquette and they have nasty creatures in their bank. This was the world Petunia Dursley nee Evans saw during her one and only trip to Diagon Alley the magical shopping districts whose entrance was hidden behind an equally disgusting and smelly pub.
A loud cry of Harry bought her out of her memory lane. She looked at Harry who is trying to picked up and crying for his mother.
'Mamma...dadda...mmmm...mamma... wailed Harry.
"Look Lily magic didn't saved you from getting murdered in cold blood, nor did it stop your son from being an orphan." mocked Petunia to no one in particular. She still picked Harry up and tried to console and soothe him by putting a pacifier in his mouth and humming as softly as her rough and hostile feelings towards the babe would allow her to. Not because of the goodness of her heart, no but because she knows if they find out the boy was ill treated even for a second things will get difficult for her and her family. Her unusually quiet and somber husband, also must have realized it. Ever since the call Vernon has kept his mouth shut save for few unheard mutterings.
"freaks...delinquents, unnaturals... are few of the things that can be heard from him. He observed his wife unwillingly taking care of that blasted child of his sister-in-law and grumbled about how the child is taking away shares of his precious Dudley's necessities. He had to call in sick at office to fix this issue and Dudley has been sent away to be looked after by that Miss Drew. No matter what Petunia sais. A women her age not married is good for nothing. His desire to keep his little tyke away from that unnatural thing in his wife's arm won over his desire to keep him away from that feminazi -he learnt the term last week while out with colleagues for drinks.
But he dare not voice all this at all. To tensed about the upcoming guest.
As if his thoughts manifested them over to his doorstep, the doorbell rang out loudly once. The Dursleys looked at each other. Petunia put the now quiet Harry into the playpen again and smoothed her beautiful morning dress, while Vernon tried his best not to fidget in his suit and tie while moving towards the door to open it.. Appearing perfect and normal is important to them. Specially to those who are standing outside the door.
Vernon opened the door in nervous anticipation, and came face to face with the very on earth who can boast of the achievement of making Vernon Dursley feel small in every which way possible. That they don't even think he deserves even that much of their attention rattles Vernon immensely.
Standing tall, dignified and proud in front of him were a couple of such brilliant persona its hard to look at anywhere else. The man tall, slim and healthy for his age had large brown eyes and long blonde Standing a head short of the man was the woman- a beautiful woman with thick, long dark red hair with few greys in it, and almond-shaped, bright green eyes. Both were dressed formally and make such a striking picture that Vernon would not blame if anyone cricks their neck spying over.
Putting on a smile that can pass for a grimace he said "Welcome to our home. Mr. & Mrs. Evans."
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