- Rating:
- PG-13
- House:
- The Dark Arts
- Characters:
- Dudley Dursley Harry Potter Lily Evans
- Genres:
- Drama Angst
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Spoilers:
- Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire Order of the Phoenix
- Stats:
-
Published: 12/12/2003Updated: 12/12/2003Words: 11,412Chapters: 5Hits: 3,477
Of Sisters and Sons
Jaylee
- Story Summary:
- A tale of two sisters: one who died young, forfeiting her life for her tiny son and a cause that she believed in, and the other who took a lifetime to discover that there are consequences for every action, especially when two little boys get caught in the crossfire.
Chapter 03
- Posted:
- 12/12/2003
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- 500
Chapter 3:
Even though Petunia had been expecting him, the sight
of Harry Potter standing before her caused a mild tremor of shock to spread
throughout her body.
He was so different from when she had seen him
last, and yet, so achingly recognizable. Images of a little boy kept flashing
through her mind, with gangly limbs, scraped knees, a wild mop of black hair,
big green eyes, and the occasional spot of dirt, yet, before her stood a full
grown man: shoulders back, well groomed... confident. Even the eyes were
different. Gone was any trace of childlike wonder: age, wisdom, and an untold
number of events that she was not privy to had matured his gaze along with him,
not quite hard, but fiercely guarded - as if they held a secret he wasn't
inclined to share.
But he was there, and he was familiar, and she so
desperately needed any semblance of hope that the sight of him, albeit
standoffish and hesitant, warmed her heart with something akin to relief.
A quick glance at Vernon, statue still except for the occasional twitch
of his mustache, and crease of his forehead, told of his own hesitant emotion -
as if he too was glad to see the boy, in his own way.
With a pang
Petunia remembered the many, many times scattered throughout Harry's childhood
that she had looked at him with disdain, never finding the time nor inclination
to lavish him with affection, yet, in that moment, and for the first time that
she could remember, she felt the odd urge to reach and out and clasp him to her
tightly. 'You're here. You came despite mountains of ill will between us. If
that can happen, despite everything, then maybe anything is possible. I don't
know why, or how, but you engender such comfort. As little as this will mean to
you... thank you, Harry. I may never get the chance to show that I appreciate it,
but I do.'
For his part Harry made no move to greet them. His
expression was blank: devoid of anger, devoid of hurt... devoid of love. It was as
if he'd overcome their power to affect him, and having done so, was immune to
any emotion personally felt towards them at all, save indifference. Gone was the
hurt, lost child who used to look at them with the desperate hope for some
semblance of humanitarianism, and in his placed stood a stoic man, rigid in
their presence - rigid because of their presence.
A flash of
movement turned Petunia's attention from Harry to one of the women standing
beside him, her hand reaching up to gently pat his back in a show of comfort,
seemingly feeding him strength. Petunia faintly recognized her as the woman who
used to greet Harry at the train station to and from Hogwarts, always with a
hug... The one with all of the redheaded children: Wheezer, Wheaton, she
couldn't quite remember, but an inexplicable, entirely illogical pang of
jealously welled within her at the sight of the easy communication between them.
'That woman replaced me as Harry's mother figure... if I ever really was one to
him to begin with. I could have been the one to pat his back in comfort. I could
have been the one he came to for reassurance, but I gave up that right years
ago, willingly. I lost him the minute I took him in. Actually, in all honesty,
he was never mine to begin with. He was always yours, Lily. Always yours. Your
brains, your heart, your eyes staring back at me - accusing me, taunting me.'
The second woman standing beside Harry kept alternating her gaze
curiously between Petunia and Harry with her eyebrows raised, obviously curious
as to why Harry wasn't greeting his relatives with any form of excitement, or
vice versa. Petunia cleared her throat, uncomfortable with the thought of a
stranger forming opinions on her family's personal affairs, while slightly
embarrassed to have anyone witness the fact that she and her nephew would never
be ones to greet each other with anything close to the expected warmth of long
lost relations. The sound seemed to bring Harry to attention, however, and he
eyed his aunt and uncle wearily before breaking the awkward tension with a
stiffly polite, "Hello Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon."
His voice was deep,
a rich timbre, so different from what she remembered ... it gave Petunia a slight
jolt. 'God, I don't know this man at all. He's my nephew but a total
stranger. But then, I never took the time to get to know him as a child,
either...'
Her reverie was cut short by her husbands answering grunt,
and the wave of Harry's hand as he introduced his companions: "This is Madam
Pomfrey, the head medi-witch at Hogwarts, my alma matter, and you remember Mrs.
Weasley, my friend Ron's mother? She's raised seven children and is very
proficient at healing charms. Both of them are here to take a look at Dudley."
Although the hospital corridor was always deserted late at the night, Petunia had to squelch the urge to look around her to make sure that no passers by had overheard words like 'medi-witch' or 'charms', although Vernon wasn't quite so charitable. It didn't seem to matter that the three visitors in front of him had come to help his son, his eyes were flashing of the mere mention of magic - the one thing his wife had taught him to hate, and Petunia cringed inwardly, hoping her husband wouldn't say anything that would send their nephew waltzing out of their life just as fast as he had waltzed back into it. Dudley was more important than past prejudices; Dudley was more important than hate, even her own.
"Boy, watch what you say aloud around here, anyone can walk by and overhear you," Vernon hissed under his breath, his pudgy face turning red with a combination of anger and embarrassment.
For a brief moment, Petunia wished she, herself, were capable of magic, so she could somehow fasten her husband's mouth shut and a quick glance at her nephew betted that desire. Harry's aloof, condemning eyes were flashing, his mouth set in a firm, grim line as he squared his shoulders and met Vernon's gaze unflinchingly.
"I see some things never change," Harry announced neither with venom, nor
with sadness, just propriety, as if he had expected no less from them. "It may
have escaped your attention, but we are here, at your request mind, to
help you. If we are to accomplish that, I would like to get a couple
things straight. One, I am not a child, nor am I still under your guardianship.
I will not answer to you, and I don't have to pretend to be something I'm not
for you either, nor shall I, EVER again. Secondly, it is magic that you ask to
heal your son, it is magic that we shall try to use... I believe that deserves a
certain amount of respect, even from you. We are no more anxious to have
knowledge of our world broadcast than you are, however, having said that, while
alone, as we are now, I will refer to what we are doing by its name. If you
don't like it, leave until after we do."
Harry's speech stunned Vernon
into shocked silence, as unused as he was to Harry being so blatantly assertive,
and Petunia couldn't help but marvel again at the change in her nephew. In an
odd way, despite being utterly exasperated by his tone, as well as his blatant
disrespect towards the man who had helped raise him, she was proud of him.
So, it appeared, was that Weasley woman, who beamed at Harry with an
open pride, and then turned an menacing glare on both Petunia and Vernon, her
gaze flashing a warning, like a mother lion guarding her cub.
For a
minute Petunia wanted to snap at her to back off, reminding her that they had no
intention of hurting, maiming or otherwise verbally assaulting their nephew, but
another part of her wondered just what Harry had told these people about his
childhood. She vaguely recognized the woman as one of those who threatened them
on Harry's behalf the summer after the boy's fifth year at that school, and
following that incident, it was various redheaded members of that family who had
come to collect the boy well before the school term had started. At the time
both Petunia and Vernon had been grateful for the reprieve, but now, years
later, she wondered if it had actually been a positive thing.
She had
missed out on so much. The sight of her nephew, so adult, so grown up, just
highlighted that fact. She had failed to notice that transformation from child
to man almost in total, and now, well, now Harry had been adopted into a
different family, one who didn't harbor skeletons in closets that were both vast
and deep; one who accepted him without qualms. She hated that fact for a
multitude of reasons, but another part of her was glad for it as well. They had
failed him, but at least someone else hadn't.
"Vernon and I are glad you
can make it, Harry," Petunia spoke for the first time, meaning her words
entirely. Her smile was small, she knew, but it was genuine. "Now please, let's
go look in on Dudley..."
*****
Petunia couldn't remember ever
being so excited, nor so independent. Tonight was the night... the night she was
to announce her engagement with Vernon Dursley to her parents. The fact that her
sister was bringing home her boyfriend for the first time was inconsequential,
not even the fact that she was being forced to share the evening with Lily and
one of those freak wizards could dampen her spirits.
That was, until she
met James Potter.
He was absolutely charming; there was no other
word to describe him. The minute Lily had introduced him to her parents he had
taken their mother's hand in his own and kissed it, following the gesture with
entirely obvious flattery on how it was clear to him where Lily got her extreme
beauty from, and then he had greeted their father with a firm handshake,
inserting a 'sir' to the end of the customary, "It's absolutely fantastic to
finally meet you."
Petunia and Vernon exchanged an eye roll, both
wondering if the Evans were really going to fall for that particular load of
crap, but apparently they were eating it up, their mother exclaiming excitingly...
"Why Lily, what a delightful young man you've found. Do not let this one get
away."
Beside her Vernon stiffened, undoubtedly feeling inadequate for
not only lacking in the initiative to greet her parents in such a manner, but
for failing to make such a profound impression in such a short amount of time
and Petunia felt her spirits rapidly start to sink. None of this boded well for
the rest of the evening...
Throughout dinner Petunia watched her sister
and her lover closely, monitoring their combined oddity, looking for any sign of
insincerity or just a dink, any dink, in their seemingly perfect armor... there
wasn't any. Physically, Lily and James were a beautiful couple, with his dashing
good looks and natural charisma, and her quiet beauty, and sunny congeniality.
Emotionally they couldn't keep their eyes or their hands off of each other:
stealing looks every five minutes, reaching across to lightly touch the back of
a hand, tuck a stray piece of hair, or softly caress a cheek. Petunia felt like
a voyeur just watching them. Love, pure and unhampered, radiated off of them in
droves, and it was starting to make her feel slightly ill.
Seeing her
sister obviously incredibly happy with someone that she undoubtedly adored
forced Petunia to comparatively size up her own choice of partner.
Vernon Dursley was a responsible, driven man who would assuredly provide
her with a home, a family, and anything else her heart desired. He was as normal
as they came: no oddities, nothing 'super natural' in his family tree, which she
had covertly checked through his extremely talkative sister - he was everything
that Petunia thought she wanted... Except he didn't look at her as if she was the
begin all and end all of the universe, and he couldn't go five minutes without
checking to make sure she was still with him and it wasn't all just some
fabulous dream. There was no reckless passion - just two adults choosing a path
of mutual aspirations and working to attain them.
God how she resented
Lily for making her compare like that; resented Lily for inserting so much
beauty and warmth of her own into a night that was supposed to be Petunia's
alone, although she honestly didn't know why she was so surprised. Lily shown in
everything she did, apparently relationships weren't mutually exclusive.
After enduring the lovesick couple for as long as her stomach would
allow, she squared her shoulders and made eye contact with Vernon, signaling
that it was finally time...
"Mr. and Mrs. Evans?" James Potter piped up
politely before Petunia could gather her nerve, "there is something I had to ask
you, with your consent, of course."
"Of course, dear, what is it?" their
mom inquired, sharing a knowing look with her husband.
"I wanted to ask
your permission for your daughter's hand in marriage?" he continued bravely,
entirely unaware that Petunia's heart was sinking as she watched the exchange in
something akin to absolute shock.
Vernon fidgeted and coughed, his face
turning bright red as he realized that it never dawned on him to ask Petunia's
parents' permission for her hand, and that once again he had been upstaged by a
black-haired wizard with glasses, while Petunia moved from shock to wanting to
beat her head against the table. It just wasn't fair...
"I realize that
we're both young, just twenty, but I can honestly say that I don't think it's
possible for anyone to love another person as much as I love Lily. And that, as
long as I live, there wont be a day that goes by that I wont show her the depth
of my love in every possible way that I can," James finished, making unwavering
eye contact with both parents before turning to Lily, taking her hand in his own
and squeezing it.
Lily turned to her parents, green eyes glistening with
unshed tears as she consented. "Mom, Dad, I love him, truly and deeply. More
than anything, this is what I want; what I've always wanted."
"Well,"
her father announced boisterously, a huge grin spreading widely across his face
as he took in the happy couple before him with obvious glee, "how can I possibly
argue with that? As long as you promise to love and cherish my daughter in the
way that she deserves, you certainly have my permission for her hand, Mr.
Potter."
"Oh Lily, I'm so happy for you! I'm happy for both of you," her
mother exclaimed, tears lighting her own, older version of her daughter's green
eyes.
Amidst the tears, hugs, and joyful exclamations that followed 'the
great' confirmation, Petunia sat fuming, Vernon, to her left, twitching
uncomfortably in his chair. So much for her own announcement... her witch sister
had once again, albeit unknowingly, stolen the show.
To be continued...