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Chapter 2: Baby?

Harry turned to look for his Aunt and Uncle who were supposed to come and get him from the train station at the end of every school year, but as Harry looked around he didn't see even a small sign that the Dursleys were anywhere near here. At first Harry saw this as a blessing, now he could have a little time to prepare himself for the Dursleys onslaught of verbal insults. But as the minutes turned into the hours his so called blessing was turning into a nightmare, had the Dursleys forgotten about him? He was only a little shocked as it dawned on him that the Dursleys were not coming, he soon recovered though and tried to think of a way to haul all of his luggage home on foot.

It took him several minutes before he had come up with a plan, it wasn't the greatest way to get home butt it would have to work. He was going to have to take a trolley with him. Only briefly did he fight with his morals on the issue of stealing the trolley when his mind turned to the bigger problem, how on earth was he going to sneak this trolley out of the station?

He had waited quite awhile when he noticed the security guards changing shifts. This is my chance. He thought as he jumped up and, tried, to act nonchalant as he walked out the side door. His heart slowed down considerably the farther away from the train station he got. He made sure to take the back way and avoid any major streets so that he could use extra precaution so as not to get caught in possession of stolen property.

How am I going to explain the cart to the Dursleys? He thought as he wiped the sweat off of his hands. It was actually a rather chilly day ( or night now) and the wind was sort of painful as it whipped at his cheeks, as if its sole mission was to rip the skin away.

Harry continued walking at a snaillike pace for about another half an hour or so before he finally turned onto Private Drive. He stared down at the houses as his eyes came to rest on the one he hated the most…Things weren't nearly as bad now but, back before Hogwarts, before the threat of magic, that was bad, very bad.

Harry was snapped out of his memories by a loud bark, his hopes lifted as he thought of Sirius, but were immediately deflated as he turned and saw that it was only a neighbor walking her very hyper lab. At first she looked as though she wanted to apologize for her dogs behavior, but once she saw who it was her smile faded and she hurried away. Of course Uncle Vernon wouldn't have neglected to tell the whole neighborhood of Harry's imaginary criminal record.

Harry let out a sigh and continued his walk up to 4. He paused again mere feet from the door. Harry hadn't seen these people since he blew up Aunt Marge, and that wasn't exactly leaving on a high note.

He decided he wasn't going to take the trolley up to the door seeing as that would be an automatic tip-off as to how he got there. Instead he decided to put all of his luggage ( plus Hedwig) on the porch and push the trolley down the street.

Harry took a large calming breath and tried the handle. Locked all right then…I'll knock. Harry thought as he placed 3 loud knocks on the front door. He waited a good five minutes before he heard the door unlock. No one opened it but he took the hint and let himself in. The sight before him made him stop dead in his tracks.

At first everything looked normal. Uncle Vernon was sitting on the couch reading his newspaper and Dudley was walking away from the door towards the kitchen, but Aunt Petunia was doing something completely out of the ordinary. She wasn't tidying up her spotless house or fretting over Dudley, no she was just sitting on the couch holding…No. He told himself firmly. The Dursleys couldn't have… but they did. Flailing around in Aunt Petunias hands was a baby. Harry's hopes lifted a little thinking that maybe they were only babysitting, but with another glance around the house he got his answer.

In-between his Aunt and Uncle there was a diaper bag an don the floor in front of them was a fluffy mat. Looking around more he saw several baby toys laying around on the floor. Aunt Petunia would never allow her house to look like this for someone else's baby, no this was definitely hers.

Hedwig hooted, obviously annoyed about being left in the could, this got Uncle Vernon's attention.

"Boy! What do you think you are doing, leaving the door open?! Cant you see the baby, are you trying to make her sick?!" Vernon shouted pushing himself off of the couch and starting towards Harry.

Harry mumbled a low "Sorry." before dragging his stuff inside. Vernon growled menacingly as he sat back on the couch mumbling what Harry could only assume was cussing. Harry decided to ignore this and instead change the subject.

"Why didn't you pick me up?" Uncle Vernon let out a kind of snort at this and made himself more comfortable, acting as if he hadn't heard him. Fine. Harry thought.If you cant hear me I will speak louder then. And he did.

"Why didn't you pick me up?" Harry almost yelled this time.

Only instead of Uncle Vernon it was Aunt Petunia who jumped up.

"Shh!" Petunia hissed nastily at him " You'll wake the baby! Besides isn't it obvious why we didn't get you." it wasn't a question. "We couldn't all fit in the car."

This statement dumbfounded Harry couldn't fit?

"But-but that car fits five." Harry stated as he recovered from his momentary stupidity.

"Yes, but with all the seats filled plus that bird of yours poor Dudders would be all squished up!" She glanced over at Dudley who was obviously sulking at the kitchen table with what looked like an ice cream sundae in his hands. What has him all worked up? Harry asked himself. But before Harry could say another word Uncle Vernon interrupted their argument.

"Stop this!" Vernon bellowed causing the baby to stir "I don't care what happens you will not talk back to us! Now get your things and take them to the attic then go to your cupboard!"

"Cupboard?" Harry asked quietly. He hadn't been to the cupboard since the start of his Hogwarts schooling. Why would they send me back there?

"Yes cupboard. Now go!" Vernon's purple face started to go back to its normal color as he turned away from Harry, the baby now crying loudly in Petunia's arms.

Once Harry had finished putting away his things, and storing Hedwig with him in the cupboard, he couldn't resist the urge to look into his old room. He hesitated briefly before he opened the door with a small gasp.

They had turned his room into a nursery on the right there was a white crib with little pink flowers painted down the side, beside the crib they had continued the flower theme onto a changing table sitting on top of a fluffy pink rug. On the far left there was a twin bed fitting snuggly into the corner. Probably left there for guests. He thought. But who in their right mind actually wants to visit the Dursleys, I will never know. It didn't matter though the room was no longer his.

Harry shut the door behind him as he left the room and retreated to his cupboard.

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All right so I was hoping to get this up yesterday but cant be helped I guess.

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