Harry
He felt anger… anger at his abandonment he had been left at Dursleys treated as a servant and all the while wishing for a family but now… now he wanted nothing more than to be left alone just as he had been all his life. His parents had left him and cast him aside like a rag doll just because some bearded bastard had told them that he might not have magic and it might be safer for him to grow up in a muggle world.
They had refused to fulfil their parental obligations which made him feel sick, It was one thing to not have parents, not have anyone to look for comfort in hard times and for appreciation in times of victory. Not to have anyone who would understand you without words, who would see your struggles and celebrate your small victories.
Parents… are the ones who shape their children's world, offer guidance, and give them a sense of belonging. It was perhaps one of the reasons why just merely giving birth to a child did not mean that you are a parent. A parent is a person who fulfils all the obligations towards a child guides him and provides a sense of security and belonging.
He felt hollow though and perhaps that was for good.
(Earlier in Privet Drive)
He heard a knock on the door and as a general rule his aunt went to open the door while he hid in his cupboard, he the biggest secret of Dursleys and was not to be seen in the house by any neighbours and visitors under any circumstances, the silence that had followed was uncomfortable and then he heard the door being slammed but what followed was weird, he heard shouting and after a long pause he heard the clicking sound and her aunt shouting. He looked out from the small area of ventilation that was created on the door of his cupboard by his uncle.
He saw two figures, one of a woman and another of a man both holding a stick.
"What is the meaning of this Petunia", asked the woman
"The letter said that you both were dead", his aunt said in shock
Neither the man nor the woman replied rather, the man asked
"Where is Harry?"
His aunt fainted and fell to the floor with a satisfying crunch.
"Well that is one problem over, now Point me Harry Potter", the man said and waved the stick whose tip lighted and pointed towards the cupboard where he hid.
Twittels his pet squirrel scuttered to his head and chirped loudly. His heart thumped, who were these people, what did they want with him and a dozen more thoughts ran inside his mind.
Both the people quietened and then slowly walked towards his cupboard, he leaned back and hit his head on the wall with a thud, he could hear his cupboard being opened, he curled himself in a ball and closed his eyes, this was going to be bad when Uncle Vernon found about this, he was sure he was not going to be allowed to go to town library anymore and perhaps school as well, he saw his future dim in front of him.
After a moment of silence, he felt the soft hand on his shoulder, perhaps it meant to be comforting but somehow the touch… it felt familiar.
"I will kill them for this lily", Said the hard masculine voice of the man, every drop of calmness gone from his tone
"No, James dear, I shall you would make a mess", said a more feminine voice
Kill?, he wasn't dumb, they were talking about killing Dursley for him too, it was unexpected but perhaps not unwanted, he had suffered years of neglect at the hands of Dursleys to now wish them well.
"Harry It is us, your mother and father now we will leave this place and you won't have to return here ever again we promise", said the feminine voice full of emotion
"I am so sorry Harry, for you to undergo this, It was never our intention", His mother said No… No, she could not be his mother, Never.
This shook him, no that was not possible, never, his parents would never abandon him to such horrible people, Nooooo!, he rejected the thought.
It seemed that the two figures could feel his emotions as well, he felt himself being enveloped into a hug, he flinched, he… he… he was never touched too affectionately?
He burst into tears, tears which had been beaten out of him, tears which he had seemed to hold for years all now spilt out from his eyes.
He felt the grip tighten around him, painfully, but affectionately.
(A few hours later in )
He was in shock for a long time, He did not speak anything when he was explained about magic nor when he was introduced to his siblings, his brother looked so similar and yet so different.
Difference of eleven years of abandonment he thought
His parents made excuses and yet they never came to visit him, never cared to reach out to him, then another thought came to his mind All the pain I suffered was due to them.
He smiled though when he saw his brother smile when he saw his replacement his sister.
Though a lot of things made sense, he understood how he was able to do miracles as it seemed, heal his wounds, and bruises, repair broken things and most of all teleport away when Dudley and his gang came for him.
He understood a lot of things and somehow it did not help and surprisingly he did not feel any sense of elation that would be expected from a child who had just got his parents back, who had been rescued.
(Present)
He had locked himself in his rooms. He was feeling some of the most confusing emotions and he was thankful to his mother for giving him time to figure out his feelings towards them. He looked away from the book he was reading, after understanding more about the circumstances around him perhaps it was wrong for him to be angry at Lily and James but then neither one of them had checked on him for all his life spent at Dursleys and he was certainly not going to forget the abuse he had to suffer at Dursleys hands simply because the carelessness of Potters. He wanted to hate them but he simply couldn't.
He placed his book down, he didn't know what to think, and perhaps it was worth thinking, perhaps he should simply accept it as it was.
He couldn't understand, he was just a child, it was nothing like Trigonometric Problems from G.H Hardy's books, he felt emotions which he had suppressed for years for fear of repercussions that he would face if he ever expressed them in front of Dursley's.
But one thing he knew clearly and that was to be the goddam best wizard he could become, show them the mistake they had made by leaving him at Dursley's.
He took some deep breaths to calm his flaring emotions, then decided to think on it later and once again he started to read the Theoretical guide to charms.
(sometime later)
He was reminded quite regularly by his brother James Potter Junior about how much he had missed in the wizarding world, Right now he was observing his brother play some sport called quidditch with a few other boys and after observing for a while he made his opinions about the sport.
He was already disliking it simply because his dear git brother was good at the sport.
He got up and went inside the house.
Hermione
She was excited, a whole new world to explore and perhaps a world where she could be more than just a geek as most of her peers called her.
They were childish for her, perhaps that was because she preferred studying instead of chatting like other girls perhaps for some other reason she didn't know, but she didn't have any friends and it hurt her to see other children play to have friends when she couldn't.
Her eyes widened as she entered the magical street of Diagon Alley with Professor McGonagall, her only words were
"It is magical"
She saw Professor McGonagall smile out of the corner of her eyes but soon enough was lost in committing this first day of her new life to her memory.