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Harry watched as from inside his bedroom as Vernon screwed in bars on the window. "You're never going back to that school! You're never going to see those freaky friends of yours again!" He yelled at Harry through the window and bars. "Never!"
The next day, Harry was pushed from the kitchen by Vernon. "Get the door, boy!" He sneered before he walked back into the kitchen to finish his breakfast.
Harry walked over to the door and opened it to reveal a man and woman standing there. "Um hello." He greeted.
"Hello." The man returned the great with a smile. "Are you Harry Potter?" He looked to his side to see the woman he's with, just staring, or was she studying him?
Harry nodded. "I am. Who are you?"
The woman seemed to snap out of it. "I'm your aunt, Harry." She smiled gently. "Natasha Romanoff, this is your uncle, Steve Rogers."
Harry stared at them with awe, he couldn't help it.
A loud noise was heard in the kitchen. "POTTER!" Vernon's angry shout had Harry snap out of it.
"Um, sorry." Harry apologized, moving aside with the door. "Please come in."
"You didn't tell Petunia that we were coming, did you?" Natasha asked with an amused smirk.
Harry shook his head. "No ma'am. I'm sorry, I know I should've."
Natasha still held her smirk. "It's ok Harry. This is going to be fun."
Steve put a hand on her shoulder. "Don't strain yourself Nat."
"What the bloody hell is taking you so long, Potter?!" Vernon yelled as he marched into the hallway, he stopped short and his eyes grew wide when he reconized the guests.
"It's the Avengers!" Dudley exclaimed from behind his father, almost dropping the candy he'd been stuffing into his mouth.
"Not just the Avengers." Natasha said as she folded her arms. "I want to see Petunia, right now."
Harry, who's now standing on the stairs, just watched like it was a tennis match.
It took Vernon a few minutes to finally recover, and he turned slightly. "Petunia dear, would you come out here please?"
After a few minutes, Petunia came out of the kitchen and into the hall where she froze when she saw Natasha.
"Natasha?" She squeaked. "W, w, what are you doing here?"
"I'm responding to my nephew's letter of course." Natasha answered simply.
"Nephew?" Vernon asked. "Who's nephew? Dudley?"
"No." Steve took two steps sideways to stand next to Harry. "Him." He gently placed a hand on Harry's shoulder and was surprised to feel the twelve-year-old jump at the gently touch.
"I think you have the wrong house." Vernon said quickly.
"Vernon." Petunia took a few steps forward and placed a hand on his shoulder, then she adressed the two Avengers. "This is Natasha." Her voice is shaking. "My half sister."
"Whoa!" Dudley gasped.
"I'm here to see for myself how you're taking care of Harry." Natasha said firmly.
"Perhaps we should go into the living room to talk?" Steve suggested.
Petunia nodded. "Of course." She took Vernon's arm. "Dudley, why don't you go upstairs?" She suggested, she looked at Natasha and Steve. "This way." She pulled her husband's arm to lead the way into living room.
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As soon as the adults were in the living room, Natasha blew up. "How dare you treat Lily's son like he's a nobody!" She glared at Petunia. "Like he's some kind of monster!"
"I'm in charge of Harry." Petunia firmly. "I treat him." She trailed off.
"Oh, I dare you to say it!" Natasha fumed. "I bet you treat him just like you did Lily, only this time you seem to get away with it."
"It's not my fault Lily got herself killed!" Petunia yelled. "It's not fair that we have to raise the freak!"
Natasha's eyes blazed with anger. "Why is that your favorite word when it comes to new and different people? And stop calling Harry that!"
"That boy has been our responsibilty for years!" Vernon yelled, getting his voice into the conversation. "I think we've been raising him pretty well."
"I saw bars on a certain window." Steve said calmly with his arms folded. "I'm taking a shot in the dark and say that's Harry's room." His eyes narrowed. "How many locks do you have on the door?"
"That's not your concern!" Petunia exclaimed.
"Three?" Natasha asked. "Four? Maybe six?"
Petunia, and her husband stayed silent.
"What have you been doing to Harry for all these years?" Natasha demanded as Steve began to roam the living room.
"Every single picture in this living room is just of your son." Steve said. "And there's none of Harry, there's no trace of him at all."
"You won't find any."
All four adults turned to see Harry standing in the doorway, and behind him is Dudley who's peeking around his cousin's arm.
"Zip your mouth, boy!" Vernon sneered.
"Don't you dare talk to him like that!" Natasha yelled at him. "I have a good mind to call C.P.S. on you!" She glared at Petunia. "On the both of you!"
That shut Petunia up, but Vernon looked enraged. "You wouldn't dare!"
"Don't think I won't!" Natasha sneered.
Steve walked over to Harry, and Dudley. But Dudley got spooked and pushed his way around Harry to quickly be at Petunia's side. "Harry." Steve said gently. "What has the Dursley's done to you over the years?"
Harry looked up at the intimitating man. "I, I." He trailed off and looked away. "Sorry." He mumbled, he turned back around when Steve knelt down in front of him.
"Is this better?" He asked with a warm voice, and Harry nodded.
"Harry?" Natasha asked gently as she too knelt down next to him. "Please, what has Petunia done to you?"
Harry looked into her eyes, studying her. And soon he found himself trusting her completely as he spilt everything out, by the end he found himself crying.
Natasha gently took Harry's hands. "Don't you worry Harry." She promised, her own eyes glittered in tears. "I'm here now. So let me fix this mess, ok?" She asked with her mother tone she uses with James when the 7-year-old knows he's going to get in huge trouble with Steve.
"Ok." Harry said with a nod, and both his new aunt and uncle stood to their full height and turned to the Dursley's.
"I remember now why you cut off all ties." Natasha hissed, glaring at Petunia. "Lily would be turning in her gave if she knew what you were doing with her son!"
"I say we still call C.P.S. on them." Steve said as he once again roamed the living room.
Biting his lower lip, Harry reached up and gently tapped Natasha on the arm. "Aunt Natasha?" He asked as she turned to him.
"Yes, Harry?" She asked gently.
He started chewing on his lower lip, before he gathered all his courage. "Could it be possible if I could." He trailed off.
Natasha knelt down in front of him. "Are you asking me if you could come live with me instead of staying here?" She asked, knowing that's what he was asking.
Harry nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
Steve walked over to them. "It's ok with me."
"No!" Vernon yelled. "You will not be taking him! You have no right, you didn't even know about him until very recently. You don't know him! He will not leave this house!"
Natasha was quick to stand straight. "And you know him?" She challenged. "Do you really know your nephew?"
Vernon was quiet, as is Petunia, and Dudley.
"Does Harry have a favorte food?" Steve asked. "What's his best friend's name? His favorite class? His least favorite class? What are his hobbies? Do you show Harry love and respect?" By the end of the questioning he was folding his arms.
Vernon stayed silent.
"Petunia?" Steve asked, turning to look at her. "Do you know any of those questions?"
Petunia could only shake her head rapidly, not trusting her voice.
"That's it then." Natasha said as she turned to Harry, who was still standing next to her. "Harry, go get your stuff. You're coming home with me and Steve."
Harry beamed, he then launched himself at her, hugging her tightly. "Thank you!" When he pulled away, he turned and hugged Steve. "Thank you, thank you."
Natasha turned to look back at Petunia. "This branch." She pointed at herself, and Steve. "Will now be raising our nephew, Harry Potter from now on."
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This chapter was fun to write. I couldn't stop! :) Hope you like it.
Oh, please don't tell me that I need to work on my grammer. I already know about it.
