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Ah and I just wanted to mention that any chapters involving any of the characters aside from Harry, Ashe, and Severus will be short. These chapters are meant to be kind of fillers and to help develop the story line more.
Chapter 3: Deadly Flower
Petunia Dursley was a very intelligent woman.
She was a member of the main branch in the Evans Clan and like her sister she had been trained as well. However her training never went to the extent that her sister's did.
But that was okay with her. After all she was the one still alive.
So with Petunia, being the intelligent woman that she was, it was understandable when her son came home for her to be less than thrilled to see that Harry was not with him.
This was a big problem.
...
After putting her son to bed and Vernon had gone to bed as well, Petunia sat up at the table and and began to devise a plan.
Going off of what Dudley had told her it seemed that Harry was already starting to develop his powers. It was rare for a child to develop them at such a young age. They usually began to show around the age of 10 and not five. To start out that young meant they were going to be very powerful and sometimes very unstable.
Few survived to puberty when their powers began showing up young.
Petunia frowned. Lily had started developing young too.
She sat up and grabbed a notepad and pen as that thought crossed her mind. If both Lily and Harry developed young then there might be a chance Dudley could start soon too.
He was going to be ready when those changes began. She was going to train him.
Petunia sat back the notepad filled out with a training regimine for her son. Tomorrow she was going to pull him out of school and place him with the family tutor.
Sighing she looked at the stove clock. It was 2:00 in the morning. Running a bony hand through her hair she sat up and then looked at the roses across from her in the vase.
How she hated red roses. They reminded her of her late sister's beautifil red hair.
She reached out a hand and plucked one of them from the vase, bringing it closer to her she softly blew on it. As her breath touched the flower it turned to dust and crumpled in her hand landing in her nightgown.
A wicked smile graced her lips.
Life was just so easy to snuff out. And soon she was going to snuff out Harry's.
AN: As I said in the beginning of this chapter This is basically a filler chap so it will be really short. I have been really busy and I'm sorry for not updating but what can you do Life just gets in the way.