Harry woke up slowly. He'd been up late last night. The school year was finally over and the Family had migrated over to the Dumbledore estate for the first few weeks of summer. The twins had come home last night after dinner and spent hours telling stories about their new jobs and how their training was going. Evan's stories about training with the Lions were especially exciting to hear. He'd even managed to get permisson from his coach to allow Harry and Nathan to come for a training session over the summer.
Everyone went to bed late last night. It had been a longer time than usual for the family to be apart and it took some time to fill everyone in on what has been happening. Letters were great for telling facts but it was better to hear the stories in person.
Harry smiled as he got out of bed. He'd missed everyone, and it felt good to have everyone together again. Filled with excitement he hurriedly got dressed in khaki shorts and a long sleeve dark blue shirt. He grabbed a pair of socks and rushed out of his room.
The house was rather large. If you could even call it a house, it had over fifty bedrooms. Though most of them were never really used. When the family came to this estate they always stayed in the east wing because it was designed by Albus and Minerva to be the perfect size for the family. It had everything a regular house had. When they did venture out into the rest of the house it was usually to play tag or hid and seek. His dad always smiled when they ran through the house laughing. He would say something about his ancestors rolling in their graves at the sight of his unmannerly children. This explained why the portrait in the house always yelled or sneered at them.
The Mcgonagall Manor was only slightly smaller but it's grounds were absolutely huge, not to mention beautiful. His mothers family had owned something like twenty thousand acers of mountain land in the Scotland hills that his mother had inherited from her father. His mum always brought them there for a few weeks during the summer because it was the perfect place to fly at and do some outdoor activity at. Something everyone in the family loved to do. Even Minerva would mount her broom and play chaser for a while. She had been a brilliant chaser during her school days, it's where Evan got his talent from.
There weren't any rude portraits in this section of the hall so Harry ran down the hall with no regard. He came into the kitchen skidding to a halt with a big grin on his face. Minerva was standing by the stove flipping some pancakes and Albus was sitting at the table reading the morning paper. They had completely dropped the acts they played at school so now they looked completely different than they did to the rest of the world.
Minerva was dressed in soft blue pajama pants and a black tang top. Her hair was in a messy bun that her student wouldn't believe her capable of and she was barefoot reveling red painted toenails. She'd ditched her glasses and had a soft look of contentment on her face that she wore when she was home. Normally everyone in the wizarding world saw her as the strict task master, instead of the loving kind woman she was. Though that was the picture she had painted for them to see.
Albus had lost the beard and a lot of the wrinkles that were normally on his face. He now looked no older than forty. Something his students would never believe him capable of. He too was still dressed in his pajama. He had dark blue pants on with little silver stars and moons decorating them and a plain black t-shirt that reveled his toned chest and arms. Right now he was only Albus Dumbledore family man extraordinaire not the wizarding worlds hero. It was how Harry liked him best.
"Morning Mum, Dad" he chirped happily as he went over to give his mum a kiss good morning. Something he'd been doing as long as he could remember.
"Good morning Harry." she said as she kissed his forehead. "Are you hungry dear?" Harry just gave her a look that said 'I'm and ten year old boy what do you think?' Minerva rolled her eyes. "Go sit down breakfast will be done in a few minutes."
Harry nodded and eagerly complied. He went to go sit next to his father who was still reading the paper.
"Good morning Harry." he said without looking up, but he did hand Harry the comic section of the paper. This was their morning ritual.
Five minutes later Minerva came to the table floating a big plate of pancakes, sausage, and bacon. "Harry dear could you grab the orange juice and three glasses."
"Sure" he said as he folded his newspaper. It wasn't until he was grabbing the glasses that he realized the problem. "Mum" he said as he was walking back to the table.
"Hmm?" she hummed while putting a stack of pancakes on his plate.
"Where is everyone?" he asked as he sat down after giving everyone a glass.
"Its's a weekday so Evan and Lizzy are at work." Albus answered.
"Well where's Nate." he asked. "He doesn't have a job and his schooling's done for the summer" Harry pointed out while he cut into his food.
"Nathan's taking an advanced placement test to see if he could possibly take the Owl's a year early." Minerva said with pride lacing her voice.
"Why would he want to take the Owls early?" Harry asked after swallowing a particularly big bite.
"He decided to try because if he takes them over the summer then he could go abroad early. This way he wont be left alone when you go off to Hogwarts next year." she answered.
"Oh" was all he said. It made since to him, because even though they would be in the same building he wouldn't be able to disappear every day to go spend time with him. People would be suspicious and they couldn't have that. Sometime having famous parents and being famous sucked. He thought to himself.
"Harry" Albus said breaking his line of thought.
"Yeah dad." he said.
"Do you remember that we told you, that you have an aunt on your birth mother's side still alive?" he said slowly almost as if gagging Harry's reaction.
"Yeah her name was uh, Petunia right?" Harry said.
"Yes" Albus said. "Your mother and I have decided that you're old enough to make some of your own choices which is why we wanted to ask you if you'd like to meet her and her family."
Harry thought about it. He knew that his aunt was a muggle and that she had one son as far as his parents knew, and was married. That was the extent of his knowledge. His parents never really talked about his real mum's muggle family. 'They are my family' he thought to himself so he should at least meet them once. What harm could they cause.
"I'd like to meet them yeah. I mean I am related to them so it's only right to get to know them." Harry answered completely oblivious to his parents distasteful looks.
"Of course Harry." Minerva said. "We'll be leaving in an hour." she said.
Harry's eyes widened. "An hour" he repeated only much louder. "that's barely any time at all."
He rushed out of the room mumbling about what he was going to wear. Minerva looked at Albus with a small glare.
Albus sighed. "Min I know their horrible people but Harry has the right to know them. Like it or not their part of his family."
"I know" she said glumly as she pushed her plate away her appetite was gone. "I just don't want him to get hurt."
"He's a big lad he knows what what and he wont let some rude word by a bigoted and hateful women effect him." Albus tried to reassure her. Then he reached out and took her abandon plate of pancakes and started eating gain, his own plate cleaned. Minerva only rolled her eyes used to the large stomachs of the men in her family.
An hour and ten minutes later Harry had finally found the perfect outfit to meet his aunt in. He was wearing some of his best muggle clothes. He wore a pair of expensive black slacks with matching black dress shoes. He had a soft grey button up shirt that had black stitching, and a matching black dress jacket. His mother had told him he looked handsome but it didn't ease hid nerves. He would be meeting his some more of his family soon.
His mom was wearing a simple black dress with heals. Even Harry being the clueless almost eleven year old boy that he was could see that his mother was very beautiful without even trying. His dad was wearing a new pair of khaki pants and shirt like Harry's, only his was light blue with tan stitching. Harry thought that they all looked dashing.
"How are we getting there?" Harry asked as he bounced on the heals of his dragon hide dress shoes. You could only tell they weren't muggle leather if you looked really close and knew what to look for.
"We're going to take the car." Albus answered with a small grin.
"Really?" Harry asked. The car they had looked like a normal muggle car on the outside, but on the inside it was nearly three times as big. It was also charmed so that it drove it self while making it look like you had a driver. But the coolest thing was that it drove like the night bus so they would only have to drive through the town they were going to. It would save them hours of driving. The ministry had given Albus the car so that when he went to meet the muggle Prime Minister he could look completely normal. The family used it when ever they went to the muggle world for day trips and the like.
"Yes really." Albus answered with a grin. The trio walked through the house maze of a house until the came to a room Harry loved. The garage. His dad had all sorts of gadgets in here. There was a little sports car that'd he'd ridden in once a motorcycle that his mother had forbidden him from ever riding. The sleak black Roles Royce was parked in the center of the garage and was what they would be driving in today.
On the other side were all the things the kids were allowed to touch. They each a dirt bike that they were allowed to ride under adult supervision. There was also a two seater go cart that Harry and Nathan always brought to Scotland with them so that they could explore the mountain sides. Needless to say everything with a motor was riddled with more safety charms then they could count. Then of course there were regular bikes, roller blades, a few skate boards of Harry's, there was also and assortment of balls and sports equipment.
Before he got in the car he grabbed a squishy ball that would keep him busy for the duration of the car ride. Harry spent the car trip bouncing the ball back and forth with his father. His mother tried to look disapproving but she too found the humor in the game after she saw the ball hit Albus right in the forehead after he attempted to catch it. Dispite being a champian dueler his father had horrible hand eye coordination
Thirty minutes after getting in the car it pulled to a stop in front of a plain looking house that made both him and his father bulk at the boringness that practically seeped from it. There were a few people outside, but no one from Number four. The thing that unnerved Harry was that we all staring at him and his parents as they exited the car.
"Just ignore them." his mother said loud enough for only him to hear. Harry nodded but still felt a little unnerved at the looks they were getting. They couldn't know they were magical they looked completely muggle. Did he have something on his face, or maybe a giant flashing sign above his head.
"It's the car." his dad whispered. "It's a very expensive car, very sought after."
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. They were staring at them because they had an expensive car, wow, they had no lives. He was suddenly very glad he hadn't grown up here. They had reached the door and the neighbors were still staring.
They all stood there for a moment staring at the door before Minerva and all of her infamous Gryffindor curage and knocked on the door of some of the most horrid people she had ever had the displeasure of knowing.
Harry flattened his hair nervously as they waited for someone to answer the door. The door opened apruptly letting the trio, and the neighbors, see a extremely large boy with blonde hair and no neck. Harry smiled nervously and decided that since this was his family he would be the one speaking.
"Hi, my names Harry, Harry Potter. I'm here to speak with Petunia Dursley. She was my mother sister." He said with all the confidence he could muster and was rather proud of himself that his voice didn't break once.
The boy gave him a look of 'who cares' before turning around. "MUM" he yelled in a high pitched whinny voice making everyone cringe. "There's someone at the door for you. MUM"
Harry blinked at the boys rudeness. He'd never done that. He would never do that, because if he did he'd be punished for sure. He also wouldn't do that because it was rude and disrespectful.
Harry glanced at his father and saw he had the same distasteful look on his face. His mother had only raised an eyebrow at the entire scene. Apparently she had expected no better.
A few tense minute later, that were spent by both parties observing each other, a tall blonde horse faced looking woman came to the door. Her already sour expression turned to one of utmost loathing as she saw her visitors.
"What" she snarled as she pushed her son protectively behind her. "Do you want?"
Harry's first instinct was to take a step back, but pushing his fears aside he spoke. "My name is Harry Potter. I've been told that you were my mother sister. I've come to meet you because we're family." He said the word family like it was something sacrad.
The woman's eyes got cold and she glared at the boy. "Family." she snarled. "Your mother was a freak who dissevered everything she got. Our parents were so proud to have a witch in the family, but I could see through it. She was nothing but a freak who should have died before she had the chance to reproduce. You are no family of mine ."Petunia finished coldly in a voice low enough that the neighbors didn't hear anything.
Harry's eyes stung at his aunts cold words. She was his birth mother's sister didn't that couldn't for something "But..." he stuttered. "We're family." Albus put a hand on his shoulder to steer him away but Harry shrugged it off. There must have been some mistake. They had the same blood running through their veins. It had to count for something.
"No. We. Are. Not." she screamed and then did something extremely stupid. She slapped him. She slapped him hard enough to make him fall to the ground and make blood run from his lip.
For a moment everyone stared, even the neighbors who had been watching the conversation with reverence. Petunia had a look of triumph on her narrow face and the boy, Dudley looked gleeful at the sight of someone else's suffering. Harry looked heart broken, and distressed from the spot on the ground he had landed on.
Something inside Minerva snapped when she saw her youngest sons confused and glazed eyes. Her green eyes flashed in warning a split second before she lashed out. Pulling back her arm like her husband had taught her years and years ago she punched the woman whom she now loathed even more than Voldemort right in the nose.
Petunia fell to the ground with blood gushing from her nose it was broken and probably wouldn't ever look straigh again. Albus looked at Minerva in surprise before going to pick up their son from where he was still sitting shocked. Minerva and Albus glared at Petunia once more before stalking back to the car, not caring about the whispers following them.
Harry clung to his father as if his life depended on it. He was so confused. How could his own family reject him like that. He'd never been rejected. He was always polite and a nice boy. How come she didn't like him? Was it something he said? It just wasn't fair.
Once they were settle din the car Albus tried to pry the distressed boy from his chest but Harry had other plans and just clung to him even more.
"Harry dear." Minerva said softly as she stroked his hair. "That woman had no right to say those things to you. She jealous and bitter. Don't let her words cause you this much pain."
"Why though?" he asked in a muffled voice from his father chest.
"Your mother was everything Petunia wasn't." His father answered for him. "She was beautiful, smart, funny, well like by everyone, and she also had this amazing ability to perform magic. Petunia was jealous that your mother because she was the apple of their parents eyes. And when your mother was accepted into Hogwarts it only got worse and then in your mothers seventh year her parents, your grandparents, were killed by death eaters in an attack on their home. Causing Petunia to hate magic even more and in turn she hated Lily because she'd brought magic into their otherwise 'normal' lives."
Harry pulled out of his fathers arms but still remained in his lap. "It doesn't make sense to hate something you don't understand though. If she hates magic like you said because of death eater, then she's never seen the good stuff it can do."
"Which" Albus said. "Is the root of the problem. She doesn't want to see the good, she only see's the bad. She wont allow herself to see the good because it would mean admitting that her sister, your mother, wasn't as bad and 'freakish' as she thinks she is. She doesn't want to admit she was wrong so she just ignores it and automatically hates anything to do with her sister, magic and you included. "
Harry's forehead was furrowed as he tried to make sense of what his father had just told him. His aunt hated magic so in turn she hated him, because she didn't want to have to admit that she had been wrong years and years ago when she was young.
"Dad?" Harry said
"Yes Harry."
"That sound like a horrible way to live." Harry said.
"And you are right my boy." Albus answered.
The rest of the short trip home passed in relative silence.
The car pulled up the unpaved road to their manor with smoothly, another bonus of having magical charms on your car. The trio piled out of the car with Harry chatting with his father .
"There's no chance the Lions won't win. Now that Evans on the team they'll go all the way. " Harry was telling his father who was agreeing with his son more out support for his son more than actual belief. He was a tornadoes fan.
"Of course they will. Evan will their star player by next year." Albus said with a grin to his wife. Minerva rolled her eyes.
"Dad?" Harry asked when they were out of the garage and in the house heading towards their rooms.
Albus looked at his suspiciously. His son only ever looked that innocent when we wanted something.
"What do you want?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
Harry faced turned to one of affrontation. "Who said I wanted anything?" he replied in a mock hurt tone.
Albus stopped walking and looked at his son sadly. "Harry, Harry, Harry, I have been a father for almost eight teen years and have raised four children. I know every little trick you monsters try." he said in a voice that was almost a lecture.
Minerva snorted unladylike like from behind Albus.
Harry out on his best sad and innocent face. "Mum" he said "Did you hear what he just called us. Us your children, flesh and blood and all that rot. Don't you think you should do something about it.?"
Minerva sighed sadly. "I'm sorry Harry but I can not do any thing he speaks the truth. You're all little monsters."
Harry's face fell and he looked seriously hurt, his eyes even watered a little. "You.. you really think that?" he asked in a small voice that shook.
Albus immediately dropped the teasing and dropped to his knees before Harry and pulled him into a hug. "No of course not." he said hurriedly.
"How...How can I believe you?" Harry asked in the same shaky voice.
"What would I have to do to prove it to you. I'll do anything." Albus said in a concerned voice.
Harry pulled back from the hug with a small smirk in his face, Albus's face dropped comically. He knew he'd been duped. Minerva laughed in the back ground having know the whole thing was farce in the first place.
"Weeeell" Harry said with big laughing eyes. "I would really feel the love if you would let me take the four wheeler out for a drive by myself."
Albus's mouth dropped open. "That was shameless." he exclaimed. Harry just grinned and looked at him with those sparkling green eyes that seemed to say 'you promised'. Albus tried to frown disapprovingly but couldn't quite manage it. He sighed. "Very well you can take the four wheeler out."
Harry punched the air and let out a whoop of jubilation. "Thank you" he said as he hugged his father. This being the first time he would be allowed to go out on his own.
"Drive safe and remember your helmet." he said in a stern voice as he stood up.
Harry yelled his assurances that he would be safe as he ran to his room to get changed into his riding clothes.
Albus turned to Minerva who looked torn between humor and worry. "Don't worry love, he'll be fine. He knows not to do anything dangerous." Albus assured her.
"I know" she said with a sigh. "but I'm his mother I'm allowed to worry."
"Of course you are love." he said. Then his face adopted a smirk that looked remarkably similar to that of his son's. He stepped closer to her so they were nearly touching. "I needed some alone time with my wife so this fits perfectly into my plan."
Minerva raised one of her perfectly manicured eyebrows. "And why would you need that love." she said coyly.
Albus cupped her cheek in his hand. "Have I told you how incredibly sexy you are when your angry." he said as he moved his mouth closer to Minerva.
"No I don't believe you have." Minerva breathed lightly recognizing the darkening lust burning in her husbands eyes.
"I find in incredibly sexy." He said softly before he kissed her passionately. Minerva responded in kind and kissed her husband with a yearning.
They broke the kiss and stared at each other breathlessly with the same dark passions burning in their eyes. Albus feeling a little mischievous bent down and scooped up his wife, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her to their bedroom. Her laughter and the yelling of the portraits followed them all the way. Somehow Minerva forgot to worry about her youngest son for the next few hours.
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Well heres the third chapter. Tell me what you think.
I should update the bigning of next week. School started but nothing important had happened yet.