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Warnings: Slash (male-male and female-female relationships), maybe lemon or lime. HPDM obviously!!!! RLSB and others!!!! Some characters will bee OOC to fit in the story.

At some reader request I made this chapter a little bit longer. I hope you like it! Please tell me if it is too diluted, horrible or anything!

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Chapter 7

The next morning Harry was up earlier than usual.

He dressed while softly singing a song he had heard long time ago. When he asked his aunt about it, she had told him his mom used to sing to him to calm him down. He already had his stuff packed and ready to leave. He went to the kitchen to left his aunt a note.

He took a little notepad and started to write.

Dear Aunt,

As you know, Sirius and Remus have returned. I'm sure they told you they were trying to enroll me in Hogwarts: School of Arts. Well, the same day you left, they told me this. So, Neville and I went to the audition at the school. Guess what?!

WE MADE IT!

Ehh… I'm quite excited. That's the reason for the letter. Hogwarts is a boarding school, as you may know, so we are required to live there. Tell Uncle Vernon that Sirius and Remus took me away… whatever it comes to your mind. I'm so happy! But I'm going to miss you, Aunt Nia. I really don't want to leave you alone with Vernon. But if he crosses the line, even by a little bit, do not hesitate and call me please? I'll feel better if you do.

I'll call you every week to check up on you.

Love,

Harry

Harry looked at the short letter and sighed. He really wished he could take his aunt away from Vernon. The first few years he had spent with the Dursley's were… tough. He was mostly ignored by his relatives. But as years came to pass, the abuse suffered by Vernon brought them together. She would sneak up to his room and teach him how to read and write. She would stay up with him until near midnight. When Vernon was out of town and Dudley would go to his friend's house and stay for a sleep-over, she would spend all her time with him, teaching him to cook, to tend to the garden, to read, to write… they would share a deep secret and go to music and dance lessons on the small arts academy just around the corner. He flashed back to those times when he would spend the day with his aunt and be a normal boy…

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A little boy, no older than 6, was lying on his back in a small bed. The room was… ludicrously small and was stuffed with broken toys and unused books and furniture. The boy had a black mess of raven locks that reached his shoulders and his skin was a flawless ivory. His eyes were closed.

A few moments later the door of the miniature room clicked open. It was pretty late and the other two males were gone from the house. Vernon had said he was leaving in a business trip and Dudley was at a sleepover in one of his friend's house. The moment Harry heard the door open; he tensed but did not open his eyes. The only one it could have been was his Aunt Petunia.

Even at the young age of six, he was mature beyond his years. His emerald green eyes looked much to older than a normal six-year-old child's eyes. The happiness that should be there was long gone and was replaced by a deep sadness.

His aunt came in to the room.

'Harry?' an ash blonde haired woman pocked her head from behind the door. Harry opened his eyes and looked at her without blinking. His emerald eyes looked dulled and sad.

The first time Petunia saw his eyes so much like her sister's she was taken aback by their depth and knowledge. It seemed as if he knew what was happening, that his parents were already dead. She refused to acknowledge the boy years before because that would mean that she had to accept the fact that Lily, her sweet sister, was dead. It had been like that until recently. She had found a letter in an old box with her name on it. She recognized the writing immediately. It was Lily's hand writing. She had rushed to Harry's door after finishing the letter. She was nervous and her nephew's stare wasn't doing anything to sooth her nerves. In fact, he was making it all worse. Petunia swallowed.

Harry looked as his aunt completely entered the room. Her eyes were red and puffy. There were wet streaks on her cheeks and she was clasping tightly her hands around a piece of paper. He saw her take a deep calming breath.

'I… I found this letter today while I was cleaning the attic. It was with some of the things you had when they left you at our doorstep.' she said softly looking at the letter. Harry sat up slowly and looked at his aunt. She was notoriously nervous, but resigned. Her face was marked with worry lines and her eyes were dark with sadness and self loathing. She extended the letter to him and he took it warily.

Dear Harry,

If you're reading this letter it means we're no longer in this world. I assume you're at Petunia's place right now, as per my wishes?

I wanted to tell you how much I love you.

I've had a nagging feeling about this day since I woke up. Right now I'm in your room watching you play with the stuffed toys your godfathers and godmother brought you for your birthday. As I looked at you giggling, dread fills my body.

I knew this day would come. I was hoping it wouldn't come so soon. Our deaths ARE NOT YOUR FAULT! I knew… I needed to know you were going to be ok. That was why we left you at home with Sirius and Remus. If there had been a way, believe me, we would have taken it. As it was… let's say it was the safest and logical solution.

Please, do not mourn us more than you should and do not be mad at us. It will give you wrinkles. Ahhh… and you're such a beautiful baby.

Harry, darling, give your aunt Petunia a chance. She was married to a man she didn't love. And, yes, WAS married. She took no part in the decision of marrying such a brute of a man.

We will always be looking after you.

Your Loving Parents,

Lily and James Potter

PS: You have already show signs for the sissy arts… give it a try, ok? – your Father.

PSS: James Sebastien Potter, watch your tongue! He's still a child! Don't listen to your father; he's had too much coke. Besides, he's also a prodigy in what he calls 'sissy arts'… I swear to God, I don't know why he's being such a prat…

PSSS: Ohhh… but you love me any way! Take care of yourself, son!

PSSSS: Yes, and I'm still wondering why… Do take care of yourself, Harry. We love you.

Harry couldn't do anything else but to stare at the letter with wide surprised eyes. He seemed to be deep in thought. He was still trying to swallow what the letter was trying to say. They knew? No other choice? Like hell there wasn't another choice! He was an orphan because his parents saw fit to play the selfless heroes. He let himself fall back to the bed and did the thing most unexpected of him… he pouted.

Petunia was flabbergasted. The boy, Lily's child, always so serious and mature, pouted. She woke up from her shock and sat down next to he nephew. They were silent for several minutes until Petunia broke it.

"Harry," she said looking at the ground. Harry looked at her with moisten eyes. "The reason I… the reason I have ignored you for the better part of five excruciating years…" she trailed of. Taking a fortifying breath and squaring her shoulders she looked at Harry with a sad smile and determined eyes. "It all was because of you mother. Listen first, please." She said returning her eyes to the floor. Harry sat up and rested his back on the simple white wall. "We were so different from each other. She was as fiery as her ruby red hair, while I was more quiet and shy. She was always defending me from the others because I was small or my skin was too white… Lily, she was always there. Like a guiding star. She would make me laugh when I was crying." There were crystalline tears rolling down her sunken cheeks. Harry closed the gap between them and hugged his aunt. He had just realized how much his aunt was hurting…

"… And now that she is gone, I feel lost, alone and terrified. I never wanted to marry Vernon. Mom and Dad promised me in marriage to him. It's been awful, all these years. Thank God we've been in separate rooms since Dudley's conception. I have wanted to talk to you so many times. But I was afraid to confront the truth… that-" Harry cut off her speech.

"It's okay, Aunt Petunia. I understand. Please, don't cry." Harry said softly as he rocked her. They cried for a few minutes, hugging each other giving comfort. After calming down they started talking. Since then, every time they could they would be doing something together behind Vernon and Dudley's backs.

Petunia taught Harry how to cook and take care of the garden. She also taught him how to read and write. When it was time for Dudley to go to Primary School, Harry was enrolled too under the pretense that he would be Dudley's lapdog. Of course, none of that would happen as Dudley didn't want to be related to the 'freak' and Harry was much left alone.

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The memory shifted and he was remembering the first time he danced and went to that small Academy in the neighborhood.

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"… Let's try again. You're doing well. Let's keep it up, ok? " a melodious voice rang in the small bedroom. In the room you could see a beautiful blond woman teaching a raven haired boy, no older than 7 or 8 how to dance. For being so young, the boy was extremely talented and the woman knew it.

They did the first few steps of the Viennese Waltz a few more times before ending the lesson.

"Theresa told me something that would interest you. She said that some new family has moved to the neighborhood AND the father has decided to open a dance school in the old abandoned warehouse between Privet Drive and Magnolia Crescent. Would you be interested? Lessons will start next Monday. What do you say?" She was nervous. She'd come to love the quiet boy in the time they've been together. He was like the son every mother dreamed to have, with flaws and virtues, but still perfect. An eager learner, mature, handsome, a complete gentleman… stubborn, unsure of himself, cunning… It wasn't hard to love him.

Harry had a thoughtful expression on his face. The wire rimmed glasses upon a tiny nose and the small frown on his marked forehead made a cute picture. Suddenly a bright smile was sent her way and equally bright emerald eyes locked into hers.

"I'd love to, Aunt Petunia. Only if you would be my dancing partner, because no one else would be enough," he said grinning mischievously as he half bowed extending a hand to her.

She smiled sardonically.

"Flattery won't get you anywhere with me, Maese Potter." She took his hand and they left the room together.

He looked up at her and pouted.

"I'm deeply wounded, auntie. Why would you think so lowly of me? I was merely telling you the truth," he whined.

Petunia smirked. "I would have believed you if you weren't aware of the chocolate chip cookies I baked this morning," she said matter-of-factly.

Harry pouted and sighed. He smiled almost instantly.

"Well then, about the lessons. When are we going to sign up?" he asked as they pulled out the cookies and a glass of milk.

"Since I know you so well, I've already signed us both for the weekend classes," she said before taking a sip of milk. Harry only nodded.

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As days came to pass, both Aunt and Nephew, found themselves bubbling with excitement and before they knew it, it was Friday night. Their classes would start the next morning; four hours on Saturday and another four on Sunday. Petunia had already taken care of everything they would need: clothes, footwear, water bottles…

That night, neither of them could sleep much from the excitement. By five in the morning, they were up and dressed.

Since Vernon worked on Saturday also, they didn't have to sneak out to the classes. And Dudley stayed at his friend's house every weekend claiming that Surrey was too boring.

They quietly made their way to the front door, rucksacks on hand; they exited number 4 Privet Drive.

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The instructor was a light blonde man no older than 30. His name was Charles, Charles Lovegood. His eyes were a deep blue and always had a dreamily appearance in them. His wife was an ash-blonde brown-eyed petit woman full of life and laughter, and their little daughter with her mommy's ash blonde hair and her Daddy's deep blue dreamy eyes. She was a year younger than Harry.

The class started with the basic steps for the ballroom dances. Harry and Petunia were delighted and practiced every available period they got. Even though they looked dull and unhappy to Vernon and Dudley, they were the happiest they've ever been.

A week into the classes, Neville and his grandmother, Rosemarie Longbottom, joined them. Harry hadn't seen Neville since Dudley's third birthday. He had been prohibited to see the boy by Vernon because he wouldn't want a freak like Harry tarnish the Longbottom's reputation.

Harry flourished as a dancer with his aunt by his side. Even the more exotic Latin dances thought to be too erotic and indecent, looked soft and passionate when Harry and Neville danced them.

They were taught the Viennese Waltz, Waltz, foxtrot, swing, salsa, rumba, quickstep, samba, double step, jive, tango, bolero, polka, merengue, Lindy hop, lambada, Argentine tango, ballet and modern dance.

Being together again reinforced Neville and Harry's friendship, they became inseparable. You would see them talking at the public school they went at any time. They became best friends. When they discovered they liked boys far more than girls it was obvious they would experiment with each other. But after a few chaste kisses they decided to drop it since it was awkward for both of them. From that moment on, their friendship grew and they considered each other siblings.

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Harry smiled sadly as the memories fade away. He left the note in their secret compartment and exited the house. He locked the door and left the key under the 'welcome' rug and walked away from the house without turning back once.

He really hoped his Aunt would get away from Vernon the first chance she got.

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Well here it is. I'm sorry I took so much time!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry! I'm an insignificant worm… Really, I'm not but that's beside the point. I'm not particularly fond of this chapter, but… whatever.

Hmmmmm. I changed Luna's father name. I don't like the name Xenophilus. I also changed the name of Neville's Granny. The name of Luna's mom will come eventually, but later. The betrothal of Petunia to Vernon will be explained in due time. The 'who' is paying for Harry's studies will be answered in due time! Any other questions, please be free to ask.

A special THANK YOU, again, to Amber for beta-ing for me!

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