Chapter 9:

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Sorry for the long wait...

Not long after, Harry's fourth birthday was nearing, it happened. The thing that Vernon and Petunia feared alike. Harry used magic for the first time! The times of pretending were over. Harry was just like his parents: a wizard!

The day started like any other day before. Petunia woke first and made breakfast for her boys. Vernon was second and got the mail. While he would read the newspaper and prepare for work, Petunia would wake the kids and get them dressed.

Down in the kitchen Vernon all the while would prepare them sack lunch for the kindergarten.

After Vernon left the house for work, the children ate their breakfast. After that Petunia took them to the kindergarten.

Dudley and Harry had fun and enjoyed to play with their friends. At the same time Petunia cleaned the house, chatted with their neighbour and watched TV. Later she went to pick Harry and Dudley up and they enjoyed their afternoon.

A perfectly normal day.

The problems didn't start before Vernon came home. Like always Dudley and Harry came running to greet their father and uncle. While they scrambled, each wanting to be the first to greet Vernon, Harry tripped and fell right into Petunias favourite vase. They heard a clanging and then the expensive vase burst into pieces.

Petunia gasped: "Harry!"

Dudley and Harry stopped dead in their tracks, terrified of what they had done. Then Harry began to cry and Dudley joined him, because he didn't know what else to do.

Both Vernon and Petunia hurried towards the boys, checking them both for injuries, relieved when they didn't find any. When Petunia turned towards the vase and her facial expression turned sad.

The vase hadn't only been expensive, but also of a great emotional worth. It was the vase Vernon had hidden the ring in, when he asked Petunia to marry him.

Vernon too was sad the vase was broken.

They didn't really blame their boys. The sweet children had apologised many times and tiptoed around the house, every pore emitting a guilty conscience. They even tried to draw the vase.

No, there were no hard feeling against their boys, but losing the vase still hurt.

Reluctantly Petunia had swept up the pieces and, not ready to throw them away yet, had put them in a little box.

They tried to make the rest of the day as normal as possible for the boys. They played with them, gave them their dinner as always and tugged them in early. But still there was a certain sadness to it all. Maybe it was foolish to mourn for a mere vase like that, but Petunia couldn't help to think about all the memories attached to the piece of furniture.

Not only had Vernon given her the ring, she was still wearing on her finger, in it, all the times Vernon got her flowers they went into that very vase.

The day they married and Vernon had carried her about the door sill there had been red roses in it. The day Petunia got home from the hospital after giving birth to Dudley it had been filled with beautiful yellow sunflowers and finally the day Lilly died and Petunia had been devastated, Vernon had brought home Lilies.

And that were only some of the memories attached to the vase.

Maybe mourning wasn't so foolish after all.

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Upstairs in his bed little Harry couldn't sleep. Whenever he closed his eyes he saw the heartbroken look of his aunt, when she realised the vase was beyond repair.

After an hour he decided to get up. He would try to repair the vase. Determined he grabbed his craft glue from his little table and tapped downstairs, carefully, not to make a sound. His aunt and uncle were still up, watching TV in the living room.

Harry reached the kitchen undetected and got the little box out of the cupboard. He sat down on the cold ground and began to take out piece after piece. He put them back into order, like a puzzle. As if by magic he didn't hurt himself on the sharp edges.

Whenever he found two pieces that fit they seemed to attract themselves and combined into a bigger piece.

Thankfully most of the broken pieces were pretty big, which mad Harry's job a lot easier. Still he was at it for almost an hour before he fit all the big pieces and had only the small ones left.

The vase was nearly whole by now, but there were some little holes left. Out of instinct Harry closed his eyes and imagined the vase like it had looked like before it broke. When he opened them again the vase was whole.

With a happy smile on his small face Harry fell asleep on the kitchen floor.

About half an hour later Vernon and Petunia entered the kitchen only to find their nephew on the floor, hugging the now whole vase. They looked at each other, shock evident in their features. Looking with something like fear and even disgust at the boy on their floor.

At that moment Harry shivered slightly and Petunia remembered the first time she held Harry. He was still their sweet little boy. Gently she picked him up and tugged him back in upstairs.

Back in the kitchen Vernon and her conferred what to do with the vase and the little boy, peacefully sleeping upstairs.

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Miles away, somewhere in the hills of Scotland, the name "Harry Potter" had appeared on a list for future students.

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