Chapter 6 - The Dursleys

Harry looked up at the woman in front of him, staring intensely.

The woman, Petunia, stared back at Harry panic in her eyes. "VERNON!" she shouted into the house. A fat wha- man. A fat "man" came wad-running. A fat "man" came "running" into the room.

"What's happening Petunia! I was working!" Vernon then locked eyes with Harry and blinked a couple times his eyes not believing what he saw.

"What, is that?" Vernon said, looking at the child wearily.

"Apparently it's my sisters...offspring. It was born from those people. It must be a freak like them. But we must take it. Or else those...people...will come for us." Petunia replied, discomfort clear in her tone. "plus they will give us some...compensation"

"How much?" Vernon said, greed evident in his voice.

"3500 pounds(about 4140 usd)"

"At least we get money for dealing with this...with this freak! *scoff*I knew we should have hidden from that woman. She still haunts you even now. Dudley can't have these types of bad influences, and where will it even sleep!"

"It will sleep in the cupboard. Lord knows what it will do if given anything good. It will ruin our reputation and our sanity. It needs to be kept on a tight leash."

"This is why I married you petunia!" Vernon said, a disgusting grin on his face.

Then he stuffed Harry into the cupboard and walked away with his wife, looking for his wha-son. Looking for his son.

Harry's Pov:

Father and mother dropped me off at my aunt's house which looked a little bad to say the least. Did the two not send money to each other, or at least check if each other were okay? My parents ringed the doorbell and left a letter for my aunt mumbling something about how "they didn't want to deal with her."

Then the two apparated away and left me on the doorstep. Alone at night, cold and tired. A few minutes later the door opened and I saw a tall and skinny who who gave off this posh vibe like she was better then everyone else.

Though their facial features were different, for better of for worse, I could see the resemblance of the two sisters.

The woman looked at me and right when she was about to yell at me saw the letter on the floor. She sighed, and picked up the letter. Her face contorted after reading the letter and she pushed me into the house.

Then she yelled "VERNON!" and a large old...man? Whale? A large old thing came into the room.

The two started talking but my mind drifted off pretty quickly. 'Considering all I learned from snooping around in the Potter Mansion, aunt and uncle probably don't like magic or anything unordinary. So they probably don't like me. I hope living here will be better then in the Potter Mansion. '

Then I heard my aunt say "plus they will give us...some money"

'Mother and father are giving them money? At least that should cover for my child care. Plus they're related to the Potters. They must be great people.'

But a lot of my fears came true when the man, Vernon, said, "At least we get money for dealing with this...with this freak! *scoff*I knew we should have hidden from that woman. She still haunts you even now. Dudley can't have these types of bad influences, and where will it even sleep!"

'It?' I thought in my head. 'They can't be talking about me. They are great people. They are related to the Potters. Real Greatness. They are so kind they probably aren't calling me it.'

"It will sleep in the cupboard. Lord knows what it will do if given anything good. It will ruin our reputation and our sanity. It needs to be kept on a tight leash." the woman said.

'what...but....what?' I thought, thoroughly confused. I couldn't comprehend what was happening. I couldn't.

"This is why I married you petunia!" the man said looking at the woman, a scary grin plastered onto his face. Then the man shoved me into a cupboard under the stairs and locked the door. But before he did that he whispered to me "We'll have some fun later." and then left.

All the while the only thing I could think was 'They must be good people, they must be good people.' and it repeated like a mantra in my head, almost making me believe it. Almost.

But that sinking feeling in my chest that I was wrong. Wouldn't. Go. Away.