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'Thoughts'

"Spells"

Disclaimer: I am not making any money off this story. Harry Potter and various characters do not belong to me, but that of J.K. Rowling. I'm just playing with her characters. Things you recognize as hers, are. The only thing that belongs to me is the plot and previously unknown characters and spells. This disclaimer applies to the entire story.

Chapter Four

Mrs. Petunia Dursley of Number Four Privet Drive was jolted awake from her nightmare by a light roaring noise coming from outside. Glancing over at her bedside clock, she noticed the time was 3:00 am. Being the curiously snoopy person that she happened to be, she crept over to the window and peered down at the street below. One by one, the street lights went out along the street leading up to her home. She could vaguely make out three figures walking up towards her home. The First, extremely larger and taller than the other two. The Second, slightly taller than the third with one of those hats upon his head. The Third, more feminine in shape and shorter than the others. She was also wearing one of those hats upon her head.

'This is extremely puzzling. Two people wearing those hats in my neighborhood, in conjunction with all the lights going out, means something to do with her lot. Could it be? It couldn't possibly be.. No.. Absolutely out of the question for Lily to be here. With that husband of hers to boot? At this hour? I mean they are freaks. Maybe this is normal to them? They had better not be coming here!'

With that thought, Petunia silently crept towards her bedroom door. Pausing slightly as she opened the door to verify that Vernon was still sleeping, she crept out the room, down the hallway to the stairs, and went down them. Peering out the small window near the front door, she could clearly make out the second person now. She recognized him as Lily's Headmaster, Dumbledore. The Headmaster placed a bundle on her doorstep and set a letter on top of the bundle.

'Why would Lily's headmaster be here? Dropping off something on my doorstep? I'm no witch. He made that abundantly clear when he rejected me from his school!.. So why?… I'll find out once they leave.'

Petunia went back upstairs to her room and got back in to bed and waited. After about ten minutes, she heard the roaring noise once again. Which signaled the departure of her magical visitors. Pretending to just have been awoken herself, she roused Vernon from his sleep.

"Vernon… I heard a noise that sounded like it came from outside our house."

" It's probably that freaky cat from earlier that's been lurking around… Go back to sleep Pet."

"I can't… I'm paranoid now. I'm going to go check it out.. With or without you."

So Petunia climbed back out of bed, and went downstairs yet again. This time she actually opened the door. Stepping slightly out the door, she peered down at the bundle, discovering that it was a baby. Her heart started racing in fear. Rushing back inside, she shut the door quickly, and ran up the stairs to her room.

"Vernon! Somebody left a baby on our doorstep! What do we do?" Petunia shrieked.

"Well, I guess we should find out who the bloody child is first. Before we make any rash decisions like keeping the thing here."

Once again Petunia went back downstairs, this time with Vernon in tow. Vernon jerked the door open and stepped outside. Spotting the envelope resting atop the baby, he picked it up. It was addressed as:

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley

#4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging, Surrey

Turning it around, he broke the wax seal and opened the envelope. Pulling out the letter that was inside the envelope, he began to read aloud:

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley,

I regret to inform you that Lily Potter (Nee Evans) and her husband James Potter were murdered in their homes the night of October Thirty- First. Seeing as you are the only living relatives that Lily or James had, we leave their son Harry James Potter in your care. Until it is time for him to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

I understand this asking very much from you, However if you ever loved your sister Petunia, you will raise her only son as if he were your own.

With condolences,

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

That letter informing them of Lily's death sparked feelings within Petunia that she never thought she would feel. Guilt. The last time her and Lily talked, she insulted her baby sister for being who she was. Feeling like this would be the only way to try and find peace with Lily, she implored Vernon to let her nephew stay. After all, they may not have been close after they found out she was a witch, but Lily was still her sister. She knew that if the situations were reversed, Lily would not hesitate in caring for her Diddykins.

-Three Months Later-

It was a normal morning inside the Dursley home. Or as normal as it could be with Harry now residing within their home. Monotonous. Aunt Petunia was making breakfast for Vernon while Harry and Dudley were sitting in their highchairs.

'Salazar! Who thought coming back as a child would be fun again?' Harry was mentally asking himself. A voice that sounded suspiciously like Hermione responded with: ' You did Stupid!' Because it sounded so much like Hermione, he couldn't resist responding. ' OI! I am not stupid! I created the ritual and spell that brought us here. I'm brilliant now 'Mione.' At that the voice scoffed. 'If you're so brilliant, access your magic. Try summoning that butcher knife from the counter over there.' Not being able to resist a challenge from anyone, Harry accepted. ' You're on.'

That was the conversation that took place inside Harry's mind that made him decide to spice things up a bit in the Dursley household.

'Accio Butcher Knife!' Harry mentally shouted.

The knife zoomed across the kitchen to Harry's highchair and fell to the ground with a clang. The noise startled Aunt Petunia so much that she dropped what she was holding on the counter, and whipped around quickly trying to find the source of the noise. Noticing his Aunt had turned to face his way, Harry made his move. Pointing downwards, he thought 'Wingardium Leviosa!' Slowly, Harry levitated the knife.

"Stop! There will be none of that freakishness in my home! Stop using magic Right Now!"

That reaction from his Aunt only spurred Harry on further. He directed the knife to hover just above Dudley's head.

" No! Not my Diddykins!" Petunia said in fear.

Harry brought the knife lower to barely touching his cousins hair. His cousin started crying. 'How Pathetic..' Harry thought as he started laughing. Holding it up there a bit longer before letting the knife leave its position and fall back to the floor, once again emitting a clang. The fear in his relatives sufficient enough entertainment for him at the moment. At least for now.

The next several months passed by in a very similar manner. When things got too boring, Harry would use his magic to conduct little experiments. For example, when his Uncle Vernon would express wanting to dump Harry off at an orphanage, Vernon would feel some pain in certain bodily areas. Harry dubbed it the isolated cruciatus. Apparently, Harry's magic was not yet strong enough to effect the entire body, but he could target specific locations. Like his uncles groin for a massively amusing reaction. For a more relaxed method, Harry found the back of the neck or forehead amusing, but only just. Although, causing headaches by way of the cruciatus is truly priceless. Uncle Vernon actually thought he was getting a migraine condition. How wrong he was.

Of course, Aunt Petunia didn't escape completely unscathed. Oh No… When July Thirty- First rolled by and nothing happened, let's just say Harry had gotten his hopes up that things would be different this time around. But alas, once a cold hearted bitch, always one. So when Petunia and Vernon completely ignored his birthday, Harry struck where it would hurt her the most. He made Dudley fall down the stairs. Magically.

One year to the death of his parents made him think of Sirius, and how he was currently rotting in Azkaban for a crime that he did not commit. How Pettigrew could already be with The Weasley's, living comfortably in his animagus form. It also made him think about how powerless he is right now in his young body. With that line of thinking also came the yearning for the formative years to pass, so that he could start his work.

Month after month passed by with only occasional magical outbursts from Harry. Dudley soon picked up the same attitude that Vernon had in regards to Harry being a freak. Whenever something bad happened, whether induced magically or not, Vernon began finding little ways to take it out on Harry. When Harry wasn't responsible, he punished Vernon for wrongly taking his anger and frustrations out on him. Vernon would be watching his favorite program on the telly or doing some project that needed to be done, when Harry would strike. Harry would cause Vernon to feel unspeakable pain, especially in his groin. In those situations, Harry would prolong his targeted cruciatus curse.

Birthday after birthday passed without event until he turned five. On his fifth birthday, Aunt Petunia informed him that he would be starting school with Dudley the coming September. Elation ran through Harry with the news of forthcoming freedom. Even if it is only a little, Harry vowed to make the most of it. The only thought really running through Harry's mind at the news was, 'Part one of my plan starts next month.'

End Note: Okay So, I know it was a filler chapter but I wanted to give you guys something. The fun comes in next chapter ;) As Always please Review to let me know what you guys are thinking. Now to address one of the questions a reader had. For the purposes of my story, Lily and James were murdered the October after Harry was born not the following one. My reason for that is because I know the behavior of a Fifteen month old. There is no way that they are going to just lay about bundled on somebody's doorstep. They are moving by that point, very much so. It just doesn't make sense to me, so that's one aspect of canon that I changed. This is FAN Fiction after all. Don't like it, feel free to leave. =) Whovian Readers, Have you seen that epic new trailer for series 7? My mind is reeling. What could have The Doctor wishing for Daleks? Am I the only one hoping that River is in that western episode they previewed? I can see it now. Oh and Tardis-Version 3, if you're reading my update, It's time for yours. You can't just end the chapter the way that you did, and not post anything for over a month now -_-.. Okay, Enough of my rambling xD, Next Chapter is in the works and shall be up shortly. Until the next time.