Hello all. I am also posting Chapter 2. Again not J.K. Rowling. Warning: Child abuse.
Chapter 2-
Dumbledore was staring over his half mooned glasses at Lily somberly while she looked at him in aghast and fury radiating through the air.
"I am afraid it must be done child, Harry will be well protected from the remaining death eaters at your sisters house."
"There must be something else Albus," she tensely replied.
"You protected Harry and in doing so you enacted a ancient spell and your nearest relative can keep that spell active, once I have activated it."
"Please don't take Harry to their house." She sobbed
"It's the only way we can protect your son," replied Dumbledore. There was silence for a few moments while Lily made her decision.
She nodded hesitantly "Okay Albus, but I want to see him everyday." Lily said determinedly.
"Unfortunately dear, that cannot happen because it will weaken the wards that surround the house." Said Dumbledore in a matter of fact way.
"Albus… can we station someone there to make sure he is kep safe?" asked Lily desperately.
"I have already asked Arabella Figg for that particular job as she already lives across 4 privet drive." He said.
"Okay, can I get reports and possibly pictures of Harry from her?" asked Lily
"Yes, we can do that," he replies as he steeples his long fingers in thought.
Later that evening as the sun set Petunia Dursley and Vernon Dursley were just relaxing after a long day and having just put their son Dudley Dursley to sleep.
The doorbell rang.
"Who in the ruddy hell could that be at this hour?" Vernon said gruffly.
"I don't know dear." Said Petunia with a sour face as she stands up to go answer the door. She crosses through the hall and opens the door a inch. "Who is it? If you are selling, we are not buying, so go away!"
"Hello Mrs. Dursley I am Albus Dumbledore from Hogwarts School. I believe you should remember me from past correspondence, may I come in?" replied Dumbledore.
Noticing he has some eccentric robes and not wanting the neighbors to notice the riff raff at her doorstep she ushers him in quickly and snaps the door shut. She turns around and glares "What do you want?" She asked rudely.
"I have come to talk about your nephew Harry Potter," he replied calmly. " Can I also speak to Mr. Dursley as this concerns him as well.
She calls over her shoulder "Vernon we have a visitor and he wants to talk to both of us."
Vernon sighs from the other room and comes waddling into the hall "What is the meaning of this at this preposterous hour!"
"May we go to your sitting room, you may need to sit down for this?" asked Dumbledore
The Dursleys looked peeved being asked in their own house to show an ounce of hospitality that they believed the old man did not deserve. "Whatever you got to say you can say it right here." Vernon said.
"As you wish Mr. Dursley."
"Well, get on with it, we don't have all night!"
"The dark wizard Voldemore attacked your sister and her husband last night. James Potter has died but lily and the boy lived. Lily shielded Harry resulting in a ancient protection spell that only applies to when Harry is with his nearest living relatives, that he calls home. You and Mr. Dursley are the nearest living relatives. If Harry is placed in your home, no harm can be done to him or your family from evil that still linger in the wizarding world. For your trouble of having Harry in your home I will be providing 1,000 pounds per month for his needs." Dumbledore said.
The Dursleys looked at Dumbledore like he had grown three heads and started barking.
"Let me get this straight," asked Vernon slowly as if talking to a two year old. "You want me and my wife to take in a unwanted freak?"
"Harry isn't a freak, Mr. Dursley, he is your nephew and you will treat him like so or my wrath will be tenfold." Dumbledore replied with agitation.
"Well yes," as Vernon mulled things over. He thought of the money to be had. "I meant the boy and," looks over at Petunia. Nodding his head. "We will take that little fre… I mean boy if we must." He said agreeably.
"Great." Said Dumbledore clasping his long fingers together.
"Sooo…" Vernon said slowly. Getting business like, "when will we get the money, because, after all babies cost a pretty penny?"
"Tonight and on the first of each month thereafter, until Harry turns 17 when he becomes a legal adult." Dumbledore replied, looking at his odd watch. "We just have to wait a few more minutes while my colleague arrives with little Harry."
"Okay," replied Vernon greedily. He smiled at the senile old man.
They hear a motor off in the distance, it had a slight whine to it. It comes to a stop.
"That will be them," said Dumbledore happily. He opens the front door just as a big man the size of a boulder, the Dursleys though, getting off the biggest motorcycle they had ever seen. Petunia gasps with disgust.
"Hello Hagrid, no difficulties I presume?"
"No headmaster, he was fas'nated by 'verything an' laughed 'tilly the whole way." Said a very amused Hagrid.
Harry was looking around with wonder at the neat and matriculate houses around him, giggling. Hagrid passed Harry off to Dumbledore. "This is your nephew Harry Potter." Said Dumbledore.
"Well hello wee one," said Vernon with fake cheerfulness. "Go ahead and take Harry darling." Vernon said to Petunia. She holds out her arms to Harry, who in turn hides his face bashfully from his Aunt. She looks at Vernon who just nods tersely.
"Come to Aunt Petunia sweetie." she said with a cheerful voice that seeped with coldness.
"It's okay Harry." Said Dumbledore as he hands Harry off to Petunia. He handled the transaction with Vernon regarding the money. She grabs and 'gently' holds Harry in her arms. Harry tries to wiggle from his Aunts grip.
" 'bus, 'bus," Harry whined.
Dumbledore shakes his head gently looking at Harry. "No, Harry, you will understand once you get older." He starts toward the door. Hagrid in tow and turns around.
"Bye Harry see you in the near future." He said
"Bye little tyke." said Hagrid tearfully.
The step outside and walk towards the motorbike.
"He'll be fine right Headmaster?" asked Hagrid.
"I hope so," Dumbledore replied as he walks to the secluded part of privet drive. "I hope so" as he turns around and disappears. Hagrid gets on the motorbike and with one last glance at the house starts up the engine and flies off into the night. A lone tear falling with his troubled thoughts.
As the door snapped shut after Dumbledore and Hagrid left, Harry's crying became a wail. " 'bus,'bus,'bus," he sobbed over and over.
"Shut up brat!" yelled Vernon.
" 'bus,'bus,'bus," continued Harry.
*SLAP*
Harry cups is cheek with his small hand, sniffling.
"You are a good for nothing freak," bellowed Vernon. "You will learn your place" as he grabs Harry from Petunia by his hands and throws him in the cupboard under the stair.
Harry starts crying again.
Vernon opens the door and says "shut up freak." And slaps him across the face again hard. Harry whimpers and looks up at Vernon in fright.
"Now," Vernon smiles tenaciously at Harry, " that's a good boy."
Harry shivers wondering where his mom was. "Momma," he whispers quietly afraid of saying it too loud. Because of that scary fat man.
The next day the Dursleys took Harry out of the cupboard while they set up a "bed" which was really a cot that Vernon had broken on the last camping trip. Petunia kindly provided "bedding" which was just a old blanket she found in the attic. It had holes from mice and rats getting to it. They also where kind enough to give him a "shower" which was a hose in the backyard because "freaks don't deserve normal people showers" Then after all this was set up, they threw him into the cupboard under the stairs.
AN: Still working on Chapter 3. With many more chapters to come. Thank you for reading and REVIEWING!
AN2: Also any ideas.
