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Chapter Two: The Dursleys
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of Number 4 Private Drive were perfectly respectable, thank you very much. They were a perfectly ordinary couple, that no one would suspect anything out of the ordinary. They were, as someone would say, an open book.
Except they weren't.
In fact they had the largest secret on earth. Mrs. Dursley couldn't imagine what would she would do if the neighbors found about her secret sister, Lily J. Potter. As far as the neighbors knew she was an only child. Besides, it wasn't like either one of them wanted to visit each other. It was an unspoken rule to just pretend that the other didn't exist.
Until it wasn't.
But first this happened.
October 31
Lily and James gasped at Dumbledores announcement. They couldn't believe that their boy had killed the darkest wizards of all time!
"Albus, how can you be sure?" Lily questioned. Albus turned Oliver towards them and points at the blood and scar across his face. Lily and James both flinch back at seeing their baby boy covered in so much blood.
"Do you see these scars Lily? These are the scars of a warrior! The exact type of warrior needed to stop the dark lord." Albus carefully explained. To his amusement, the two Potters soaked up the information like the useless sponges they were.
The trio turned as three figures came bursting into the nursery. Sirius, Remus, and Elena all came into the room with red faces and winds drawn. Elena looked around trying to access the situation. The original trio looks at the new one in confusion.
They all lower their wands in embarrassment.
"Sorry, I thought that there would be a battle to be fought." Remus says sheepishly. James waved him off. "What the hell happened?" Sirius asked going over to James and taking his goddaughter out of his hands. James let him.
Lily explained the whole situation to them and by the end they were staring at Oliver in awe. All except one. Elena was frowning at the explanation. How in the world does this baby having blood on their face have to their with their magical abilities? She shrugged it off and decided to trust him for now but vowed to look into it later, something she would never get to do.
Albus briefly glanced at the girl in Elena's arms. A thought struck him suddenly and he began to think about how to break it to the awestruck parents. Meanwhile Lily was attempting to answer all the questions Remus had.
"How do you think he did it? Do you think You-Know-Who will be back? Why wasn't Esmerelda his equal? Will he have that scar forever? What if it never fades? What if -" Albus drowned out the rest of his rapid fire.
"The chances are that the scar will fade and he will bear it for the rest of his life." James told his furry friend.
"What will happen to Esmerelda?" Elena asked. Sirius nodded. " Yeah, what will we do with Esmerelda now? She'll have to grow up with a famous older brother!" The Potter parents are quiet for a while. They hadn't actually thought about that.
"I do believe that I have an idea for that particular problem." Sirius frowned at the word Albus used to describe his goddaughter. Esme wasn't a problem! She barely even talked or cried! In fact, Sirius wasn't even sure if he had ever heard her say anything or do anything other than giggle.
Lily leaned forward, eager to accept anything from her former Headmaster. James did too, but not as eagerly. He too did not like the way he had described his little girl. But he let it slide, surely the leader of the light wouldn't mean to be unpleasant.
"I do believe that Voldemort-" cue the cringes "- is not dead." Gasps came from everyone as they all stared dumbfounded at their leader before bursting into a cacophony of raised voices.
"W-w-what do you mean he's not dead?!" Lily cried out. James stepped up to snake his arms around her waist.
Albus raise his hand as a silent plea to stop talking. Everyone shut up immediately. "Since there is no body, I do not believe that he is dead. I do however believe that apart of his soul is still alive, still here and waiting for a chance to strike. And since Oliver here was the one to kill him then he will come after him." His words hung in the air, truthful and frightening.
"That still doesn't explain what we do with Esme." Sirius said. Albus didn't say anything, he already saw that Lily had caught onto his train of thought.
" You want us to send her away." Lily asked in confusion James head shot up to look at his Headmaster. He shook his head repeatedly. "No absolutely not. "
"James please-" Albus tried to explain. "No! I won't have it! She is my daughter!" Albus let him finish his little rant.
James breathes out heavily by the time he was done. How could they even suggest that?! To give his daughter! She was safest with him, right? Before he could think more of it Albus began again.
"I wasn't suggesting that you give Esmerelda up for adoption. I was saying that Voldemort is back and the safest place for Esmerelda is with your sister Petunia, Lily." Lily looked at him dumbfounded.
Dumbledore was correct if she was being honest. Esme would be safer with her sister than with her. Especially if he was right about Voldemort returning. That doesn't mean that she had to like it.
"He's right." Lily said sadly. James looked over at her with a wild look in his eyes. 'His little girl was safest with him' James thought. He opened his mouth to say such, but his Lily flower cut him off.
"James, if Voldemort does come back he'll want revenge on Oliver. Our Oliver. Esme will get in the way of his wrath. She'll be safer with Petunia." Lily reasoned with him. He opened his mouth to argue but no words came out. Lily was right. His little girl wasn't safe with him, and that stung.
So he shut his mouth and looked at the floor.
Albus mentally smirked at how quickly they had agreed with him. It just showed how trusting they were of him. They were so easy to move around in his chess board.
Lily turned towards Sirius, who still held Esmerelda in a protective stance. She shook her head at him with tears in her eyes. She stepped towards him and he tried to move back but the crib blocked his way.
"Sirius, please. She'll be safer with Petunia." Elena looked on with a worried expression on her face as Sirius let Lily take Esme and bring her over to Dumbledore.
Lily looked down at her daughter and let one of her tears fall silently on to her forehead. The moment her tears hit her daughter she opened her eyes and looked at her with her ever changing eyes. She looked at Lily with a smile in her eyes and Lily wanted to freeze them in this moment forever. But she had to do this, for Esme, for her safety. So she handed Esmerelda over to Dumbledore and turned her back. She knew if she looked at her the she would've never had been able to let her go.
Dumbledore nearly broke his mask when he looked at the vile creature in his arms. He almost rolled his eyes when she smiled brightly at him from her place in his arms. But he held it in and gave the sadden couple a small smile.
He turned to go and stopped in the doorway. He turned towards the people in the room, "Lily, James" he called. The two looked up towards him. "If it would be okay with you, I would like to give Oliver more lessons on how to better protect himself later in the future. If it's okay with you of course. " Albus asked casually. He made sure to pick his words carefully, he had to take advantage of the couples state.
They glanced at each other and seemed to have a silent conversation with their eyes. Finally, James sighed and looked away once more. Lily looked towards the scheming Headmaster and nodded.
Albus could barely contain the smirk that was fighting to replace his grandfatherly expression. He turned back towards the doorway and made his way outside. From there he made his way down the street with many onlookers doing a double take at the older man holding a child. He turned in the dark alley way and promptly apparated out.
People would've been shocked if they had heard he had done this. It was common knowledge that you never apparated with children. It was highly dangerous and extremely risky. It was even illegal in the magical world! But Albus Dumbledore never was one to follow the law.
Petunia Dursley woke with a start, sweat beading down her forehead and her room was feeling more and more humid. She clawed at her honey blonde hair for a few seconds before calming down. She let out a shaky breath, before swinging her long legs out of bed.
She looked over to her husband to see if he had woken up, but he was fast asleep. She got out of bed and made her way towards the bathroom; her padded feet making no noise.
She turned on the light and had to blink a few times to vanquish the black spots that had occupied her vision. When they did, Petunia took time to look at her appearance. Petunia Mary Dursley was considered average as far as looks went. With waves of blonde hair tumbling down her back, and long face she grew into, and her almond blue eyes she was someone you could glance at once or twice before losing interest. But recently thanks to her nightmares she had been losing sleep. She was growing accustomed to the dark circles under her eyes and the shaking hands.
She leaned down and splashed some nice, cool water onto her face. She dried her face sloppily and made her way downstairs in a daze. She would just have some tea then go right back to bed. She was passing the front door when she heard shuffling and a small pop . She froze, terrified out of her wits.
She quickly grabbed the nearest object, one of Vernons shoes and slowly made her way towards the door. She grabbed the door knob and quietly counted to three under her breath before throwing the door open and held the shoe as menacing as she could. But, to her surprise nobody was there. In fact it looked as if nobody had been there the whole night.
She stepped forward and almost tripped over something (more like someone) blocking her path. When she did see who it was she let out a loud shriek. Loud enough to wake up her husband, bit that she cared at the moment. Because she was staring at the baby left on her cold doorstep with only a thin blanket for cover.
Left by an uncaring Headmaster.
AN: It's short, I know but hopefully enough to satisfy you guys. Please give me more tips on how to improve! Anyway, have a good day or night! Whenever you're reading this.