a/n edited 3/5/24 5-30-24 to correct grammar and spelling from my once busted phone. and story fixes

im still getting comments about grammar in this chapter but ive ran it through grammmar programs three times now so i cant figure out what people are complaing about

Our story begins in a perfectly normal suburb of Great Britain, where perfectly normal occurrences happen every day. Some would say that such normalcy was in and of itself extraordinary in its existence, as nothing truly normal ever occurs with such regularity. Normally, they would be correct; however, no one knows of the deep secret that one particular family of residents holds—a secret that more than makes up for all the normalcy around it.

You see, the Dursley family of number four, Privet Drive, had a secret they hoped their neighbors never learned: their nephew, Harry Potter, was a wizard.

And not just any wizard. Several times, Petunia Dursley was stopped on the street while she had Harry out shopping, making him carry her bags. The boy was called the Boy Who Lived.

Petunia sat in her favorite chair in the sitting room, angled just so she could look at and spy on the neighbors. She sat there and reflected on the last year. "That boy went off to that freak school and came back even more odd than before," she sighed out regretfully. The first few weeks were quiet, but last night had been a massive fight between Harry and her husband, Vernon. Apparently, the boy had gotten a backbone while at school.

Vernon had hit the boy along the head—[Petunia had never agreed with Vernon's more physical proclivities toward Harry]—and Harry had gotten so angry he did something that he had never done before: he reacted. Harry bunched up his small muscles and looked like he was about to spring at Vernon before he froze and hissed something loudly, and a small silver-green snake had popped up from the collar of those horrid robes he so proudly wore. Her husband, her great and loving husband, fell right over, stiff as a statue. The boy had gathered his stuff and ran from the house, still hissing angrily at the snake. Petunia had not reacted after that. She stayed there frozen, clutching her hands to her face until a man claiming to be from the "Accidental Magical Reversal Squad" from the Ministry of Magic came and poured a strange colored liquid down her husband's throat that had him go limp and start breathing again. It was then that she had realized the man had been talking to her. Focusing back on him and his words, the man was explaining, "Odd for that too. Don't know how the boy came across one, not to mention making it his familiar." "Excuse me!" Petunia had interrupted then. "I'm sorry. I was afraid I was lost in thought. Could you repeat that, and who are you again?"

"Oh, no worries," the man said.

"My name is Martin Abbott, and I'm with the Accidental Magical Reversal Squad. I was just saying that it's a good thing young Harry went and performed a bit of magic to call us here, or your husband would be in dire trouble. Petrification isn't something that goes away with time, you know. In fact, it's not something our department normally has to deal with, but it's easy enough to counteract." He held up the bottle for her to see. "The Mandrake Restorative Draught, standard in our kit in case we have to heal anyone after accidental magic." The man took a moment to let Petunia process what she was sure he thought was a long list of strange words to her. "Right, and then what were you saying as I realized you were speaking to me?"

"Oh!" he said. "Well, I said that I was just flabbergasted as to how an 11-year-old had gotten ahold of an actual basilisk, let alone tamed it enough for it to be his familiar—Parsel tongue or not. You see, ma'am, basilisks are among the most rare, intelligent, and deadly creatures known to magic. Normally, I'd have to confiscate it, but as there is a familiar bond between them, it's an act of the Wizengamot to take it now."

Petunia sat in her chair, deep in thought, and then stood abruptly and moved to stand in front of her husband in front of the TV. "I want that little freak out of this house. He is too dangerous to be around Dudley. But I know who is in charge of him in his world, and if we're going to be rid of him, we're going to have to help him get away from the old man as well."

Petunia held up a packet of information about how to reach the Ministry of Magic via "Muggle" means. "Tomorrow, Vernon, we are going to set up an appointment, and we will help get that boy emancipated and out of our lives for good.

A/N

This is my first attempt at writing fan fiction, or just writing in general, in well over 13 years. I would love to hear any advice or criticism as I try to test out my creative side.

I don't know when or if I'll write more, but if this little bit interests anyone, I'll try to flesh it out a bit more.

Further apologies for the font shift. I'm using the app, and it doesn't seem to like my phone at all. (although i think ive fixed it now)