Chapter 2:

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Warning: Some bad words in this chapter, nothing to bad I hope, just wanted to warn you, better safe than sorry.

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Petunia Dursley didn't know how long she stood there, in front of her house, the little boy in her arms.

Time seemed to slow down, while her mind progressed the consequences of her decision. Now they had a second boy to care for, the Dursleys were by no means poor, but they were not rich either. Also Vernon would not be pleased. He was a wonderful father for Dudley, but their son was a normal boy and Vernon loathed everything abnormal, especially her sister.

Yes, he knew about her sister, she told him before the wedding, in case he would meet her someday, but he didn't know the whole story.

She told him what her sister was and that she hurt her, but she never told him, that she always wished, in fact still wished that she could have gone to Hogwarts, that things would have been different. She knew he would understand, feared that he would leave her. So Vernon Dursley never knew what really happened.

He loved her, so he hated her sister and all of her kind for doing this (whatever) to his Tuni.

Suddenly the small heap in her arms began to shiver uncontrollably. Remembering how cold it was she hurried inside, ready to face the things that were to come.

Petunia had been right: Her husband was not pleased with this new addition to their family.

When he first entered the kitchen that morning, little Dudley on his arms, and found his wife feeding this unfamiliar kid he had been surprised.

"Who is that?", he demanded to know, a bit annoyed, that this kid was sitting in Dudley's chair.

Never had he envisaged the answer he was getting.

"It's my sisters son, she is dead so we get to care for him."

"Wha... What?!", he barely managed to choke out, completely shocked. Already he was turning deep red.

"You mean Lily Potters son? In our kitchen? Get him out now! I am not going to tolerate that filth here! He will be just like THEM! Don't you remember what she did to you, didn't she hurt you?"

And so he would have continued hadn't Petunia interrupted him.

"Stop it", she said, quiet but firm.

Her husband just stared at her, turning an interesting shade of grey.

"Vernon,..", Petunia began, knowing that he could explode every moment. "Let me explain..."

"Explain? EXPLAIN?! All this years I saw you suffer, because of your..."

"Don't you dare say it!", she said more fiercely than she ever spoke with him, shutting him up effectively.

"Vernon, please, I love you and I can't do this without, but Harry needs to stay, he has nowhere else to go and he hasn't done anything wrong. After all that happened Lily was still my sister and I still love her, he is her son! Her only son! I need him to stay, please understand."

Anxiously she looked at him, silently begging him to understand.

"We will need a second high-chair", was all he said.

Instead of writing this right now I should be doing my Maths homework, but my Notebook, which I need for them, just got crazy, AGAIN(!) and it all didn't work, then I got really frustrated and wanted to throw the damn thing out of the window, but I decided to write this instead.

As you can see I was not really in the best mood, but writing always helped me with that as it did now, still some reviews would help me even more. Also I would like to know your opinion to this little chapter. So please review!