goztf Normal Diana Buitrago 2 8 2003-08-09T07:05:00Z 2003-08-09T07:05:00Z 5 1034 5895 Onyx Acceptance Corporation 49 11 7239 9.2720
A/N: This is the second installment of my story. Hope you like. Please R/R!!
Early the next morning, Harry awoke to the pounding of the door. Rolling over to look at his old clock (which happened to belong to Dudley before he tried to destroy it) Harry saw that it was only 6am.
"BOY!! GET THOSE RUDDY BIRDS OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!" yelled a rather exasperated Uncle Vernon.
"Birds?" Harry sat up and looked about his room. There were 3 quite large owls hovering and squawking rather loudly. It's amazing that Harry didn't wake up to the irksome sounds.
Quickly standing up and collecting the packages the owls carried, he turned to open the door for his Uncle. Once the door opened a large and purple hefty man stood at the entrance of his room. His girth threatened to rival his capacity to enter the room and his teeth grinded to the pulse of the vein that was in danger of bursting on his left temple. Uncle Vernon hadn't taken his sons example. Gradually every summer he seemed to grow in size, especially around the middle.
"WHAT ARE THOSE DOING HERE?" bellowed Vernon referring to the last owl that swooped out of Harry's room. "I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE ANOTHER BLOODY OWL IN MY HOUSE!"
In a slow and meek voice Harry replied.
"Don't worry Uncle Vernon. After today you won't have to deal with any owls ever again or me for that matter. Give me a few minutes to collect my things."
At this announcement Uncle Vernon hesitated and slowly questioned. "You're leaving?"
"Yes, I'm leaving today."
"But where are you going? Where are you going to stay? With one of your FREAKY friends right? With your own…kind?" supposed Vernon.
"Not exactly, but you aren't one to care now are you? So long as I leave your house you'll be happy," claimed Harry.
To this Vernon looked over Harry. His eyes still had that wary look and he shrugged his shoulders.
"Maybe," and with that said, Vernon turned with a bit of effort and trudged down the hall. Harry stood there rooted to the spot. What did he mean by maybe? He looked down the hall and watched his Uncle head down to breakfast.
Shaking himself back into reality he turned to organize his things.
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About half an hour later, Harry stood in the hallway at the base of the stairs. He had stacked his belongings on top of his trunk. All his possessions were ready to be transported to his new home.
Problem was he still didn't have anywhere to go. He new he could always count on the Leaky Cauldron for a room, at least till he searched for an apartment or loft. He would always have 12 Grimmauld Place to fall back on but the memories made old wounds bleed as bright as new ones.
With those thoughts plaguing his mind he used a locomotion charm on his things, draped his invisibility cloak over his belongings to shield them from prying eyes and headed towards the door.
As he turned the knob he heard behind him a loud crash from the kitchen, a sound like plates shattering on the ground. With curiosity always getting the better of him he shut the front door and turned towards the origins of the noise. Nearing the kitchen he heard his Aunt Petunia speaking softly to Vernon.
"He's leaving? But when and for that matter where is he going to stay?"
"Petunia, We've done our job! Why should we care what happens to that…that thing? Its better off that he go and find some bridge to live under. We wont have to do anything with him. We don't have to constantly be making lies to cover up his…unnaturalness," Vernon half hissed to Petunia.
Hearing his Aunt wonder where he would stay made him feel wanted, but quickly putting those feelings aside Harry started to wonder. 'Why did she care where I went? She never cared before.' Leaning into the swinging door slightly, he could make out the figures of a rather disgruntled Uncle Vernon and slightly pale Aunt Petunia, remnants of Aunt Petunia's good china broken on the floor.
"Oh… My mothers good CHINA!!" cried Aunt Petunia
Suddenly Harry fell through the door landing on the floor next to the broken bits of china. Looking up behind him he saw his bully of a cousin standing over him grinning madly at his triumph over catching Harry eavesdropping.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING? WHERE YOU SPYING ON US? TRYING TO LISTEN TO OUR ADULT AND NORMAL CONVERSTATION! HOW DARE YOU! GO TO YOUR ROOM…. NO MAKE THAT YOUR CUPBOARD!!!" yelled Uncle Vernon.
Picking himself off of the ground he looked at his Uncle incredulously.
"You want me to what?" said Harry bewildered.
"YOU HEARED ME NOW GET GOING!" Uncle Vernon hollered while pointing in the all to familiar direction of the cupboard under the stairs.
"NO!! I was about to walk out of this house forever before that plate crashed to the floor. I wanted to make sure everything was alright when I found you both talking about me." Turning to his Aunt, Harry continued. "And for that matter why would you care what would happen to me? You never cared before. Why are you all of a sudden so interested in my well fare?" argued Harry.
"You heard Vernon…. Go to that cupboard and stay there," whispered Aunt Petunia with a sideways glance.
"Pardon? I'm not a child any more Aunt Petunia. You can't send me to that rat hole that used to be my room because I'm not your charge anymore." With that said, Harry turned on his heel and walked out of the kitchen. To his amazement they didn't argue with him. But then again why would they?
"Harry!" shrieked Aunt Petunia.
Turning with a hateful glare, Harry stared at his Aunt.
"Now what?"
"I know we have never met eye to eye but…." She paused for effect like it was some long dramatic line she couldn't bare to say. "Well…you're my sisters only son. And as your Aunt I guess I should say this. Be careful Harry…. just…. be careful and be happy."
She hesitantly patted him on the shoulder, to Harry's bewilderment. Aunt Petunia then turned around and started cleaning the mess she had made with the china plates. Furrowing his brows as if trying to solve a complex riddle, Harry realized he never really knew his Aunt. Under different circumstances would she have been different? Harry sauntered toward the entrance corridor and turned to take one last look at the house. Though he hated every minute he had to spend at Privet Drive he missed it. After all…Harry's only blood connection to his mother was that woman that was now working meticulously to pick up the scraps of china on the kitchen floor. Turning his back on the house he walked away from the Dursley home. As he walked away he whispered something under his breath.
"Reparo…"
Somewhere within number 4 Privet Drive a woman stood transfixed on the plate that lay in her hands. A few minutes ago it was shattered, now with a little bit of magic…she and the plate were hole again.
***A/N: Sorry this chapter is rather pointless. I just wanted to show a little emotion out of Petunia. I being an Aunt myself could never hate any of my nieces or nephews so…. I had to show that she had a little heart at least. H/H soon…I promise