Hi again! I felt like writing a new chappie, probably because the last one was so short. Hope you find it funny.

Chapter Two:

An Attempt to Make Amends

Two Years Later…

Leila was bored. As most people know, three-year-olds get bored very easily. And three-year-olds-who-live-in-an-orphanage-where-none-of-the-kids-want-to-be-their-friend get bored extremely easily. That was why Leila was bored. There was nothing to do in the orphanage, and all the other children thought she was weird, but Leila had no idea why. She was a perfectly nice person; funny, smart, mischievous, kind, outgoing, and brave were among the few qualities she had. Nor was she ugly. Leila had long, straight, jet-black hair, freckles lightly dotting her face, bright hazel eyes, and a humongous smile. Of course, she also had, what the older children called, an "Ugly scar. Look's like lightning or something weird," which might have been a small reason why nobody liked her. Unfortunately for Leila, strange things sometimes occurred at the orphanage, and they happened whenever she was around; like the time when the big bully, Harvey, had been trying to beat up one of the other kids and she had run over. Then he was suddenly hanging by his underwear on the pole of the fence in the playground. Instead of treating her as a hero, they had been frightened, especially when she had said to the Misses that she didn't know how it had happened. So Leila was completely bored, but she didn't know that her life was about to change.

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Vernon Dursley stormed into the kitchen of his home, Number 4, Privet Drive, with a wailing fat pink blob of a toddler in tow.

"That's it! I've had enough! That boy is going! I don't care about any letters some man sent us, or that he's our nephew! We are putting him in an orphanage somewhere this instant!" Petunia Dursley looked up from the food she was preparing for dinner and stared at her husband. He was in an uncontrollable rage, and it would be hard to calm him down.

"What has he done this time?" She asked with curiosity. Vernon jerked his thumb to the back door.

"Deflated Dudder's ball! It popped so loud as was sure the neighbors would come see, fortunately they didn't, it would have been hard to explain…" now he was rambling, and as he fretted and slowly became incoherent, a small boy slipped into the room. He had very messy, jet-black hair, pale cheeks, glasses that were broken from being punched to many times in the nose by Dudley, behind them were brilliant emerald eyes, and a scar on his forehead, shaped like a bolt of lightning. His name was Harry Potter, and he was very nervous. Petunia looked at him and her heart felt a pang of guilt as those green eyes, exactly like her sister's had been, stared back at her. She couldn't bear it, and looked back to Vernon.

"I'll go look somewhere," to which he grunted in reply. "Stay in your cupboard," she said strictly to Harry, who nodded and scurried off. She walked out the door, got into the car, and drove away towards London. Hopefully, she could just look around some places, then come back home and her husband would be calmed down enough that they could keep him. Petunia had two secrets. One was that her sister, Lily, had been a witch, and she herself had not, but had been jealous. They had grown to dislike each other, and Petunia had never gotten the chance to try and forgive and gain an understanding with her sister, for she had been murdered. That was why Harry had been left to them in the first place, though Petunia and Vernon had not told him this, they were planning to try and squash the magic out of him. The other secret was that she did not want to. She wished that she could be a kind, loving aunt that would make his life easier, instead she had to play along so that she did not loose her husband and child. So now she had made it her life's goal to secretly watch out for her nephew the best she could to try and make it up to the sister she had let down, but Vernon could never know, or he'd probably divorce her and take Dudley with him, and she couldn't bear to lose more of the little family that she had. Now she was in London, driving through the streets and scanning the buildings for an orphanage she could pop into for a while. Finally, she saw a rather small looking one on a side street and parked the car. Getting out, Petunia walked up the stone steps and rang the bell. After a couple minutes, the door was opened and out stepped a woman who looked rather frazzled.

"Yes?" she asked Petunia.

"Well, I was looking around at some orphanages and I decided to stop at this one," the lady that greeted her quickly straightened up and began to use a more business like manner. She let Petunia in and called the children down. As Petunia gazed on at the little line, she noticed most of the children were very young, about one or two, except one of them who was very short, but her face did not have the same baby-roundness. In fact, with a jolt, she realized she was looking at an exact replica of Harry only it was a girl and her eyes were hazel. She even had the same scar right on her forehead…

"How about we step into my office," the woman said, and Petunia followed her, not even noticing the woman was trying to get her to take a child. Once they were inside, she shut the door and showed Petunia to a seat. "Now, we have ten children right now, the poor things. There is Bridget, Bethany-" Petunia cut her off.

"What of that girl with the scar? How did she get it?" the woman sighed.

"You mean Leila? Oh, she didn't get it here; we would never hurt a kid like that. She had it when they brought her here; I remember it so well…It was Halloween night about two years ago. They said that in a town called Godric's Hollow," here Petunia's eyes widened. "There was a loud explosion over by one of the homes, smoke billowing up like a huge cloud, and when they came to check it out, the place was in ruins, but there she was, not a scratch on her, except that scar. It was a miracle she survived, unfortunately the kids here think she's strange, so she's a bit of an outcast, but we do the best we can…" the woman kept talking, but Petunia did not pay attention; she was looking out the open window of the office, and staring straight back at her was Leila, so much pain in her young face. Now the once older sister knew what she had to do, for her sister and for herself.

"How much would it be to take her home?" She asked. The other woman looked surprised.

"Oh, well, $100 dollars, do you really want her?" She wanted Leila to go to a good home, but she thought this woman had seemed pleasant enough. (A/N: I really have no idea how much it would cost, so I picked that number. If you know, review and tell me, please.)

"Yes, I do," Petunia stated firmly. The woman rummaged in her desk for a moment, then pulled out a few papers.

"Here, you need to fill out this paperwork first; I'll go get Leila," and she left out the door. Petunia was almost finished when she came back with the small child in tow.

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Leila nervously stared at the tall, thin woman. She didn't know why someone would want her all of a sudden, and she wasn't sure what to expect. She put on a grin and said, "Hello, miss," the lady smiled back at her.

"Hello to you, too. I am happy to be bringing you home, and you will have my son and nephew to play with, so that won't be a problem," the woman signed the last paper and handed them over along with the money to the other woman. Then after saying good-bye and getting her very few belongings, which were just a couple pairs of clothes, and they got in the car. It was very nice and looked expensive. The two sat in a comfortable silence as they rode toward Leila's new home. Petunia feeling for once in her life, even though Vernon would throw a fit when they got home, at peace.

So, how'd you like? I hope I did a good job. I know it wasn't funny, but I wanted to shed some light on Petunia's character because she gets almost nothing in the books. I promise it will be funnier once Leila and Harry meet. Also, I wanted to add that I decided on the name Leila for two reasons. One, it isn't used a lot and I didn't want it to seem like I had stolen somebody's character. Two, I looked it up, and found out Leila means black or night, so it's kind of symbolic. Just thought that would be interesting. Thank you and review!

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