Imagine Us

Chapter 18:

A/N: This chapter's going to be action-packed and hopefully long...BE EXCITED.
Harry's POV:
I sat on the sofa, hopefully emotionally ready to explain what's happened over the past few years, and why I came here.
It takes me a long time to fill them in, but they suddenly seem to care, and I'm not sure why. They listen intently, and they ask questions only frequently. My voice quivers a bit on the end, but they don't catch it.

"And that's pretty much all of it, I really need time to figure things out, and I really never thought I'd say this, but this is the right place for me to do that."
They stare at me, and cast looks at each other as if talking in some secret code I don't understand. They finally decide on something to say and Uncle Vernon speaks,
"Well, boy, I never ever thought you'd be on our doorstep again, but it seems you've changed and matured to be a good man, and I would be glad to let you stay."
I can't speak because my whole entire life, the Dursleys treat me like dirt on the bottom of their shoes, and they are now letting me stay in their home, and not out of cowardice,
They've changed.

I nod, and genuinely break into a smile for once, and shake Uncle Vernon's hand, hug Aunt Petunia, and I guess, bro-hug Dudley, who has matured and lost about half the weight he used to be, I could actually fit my arms around him, he was very slim. I never imagined he'd ever lose any weight.
My eyes go glassy under my spectacles, I have a family again. I'm not leaving here for a long time. Not until I figure out a way to save Hermione.
Hermione.
My heart rips in two after being sewn together by reuniting my family. I completely forgot about the situation I have. I love her.
"Aunt Petunia," I call, "Do you remember anything my mum told you about magic?"
"A little," she says thoughtfully.
"Can you tell me?" I ask politely.
"Okay, she told me about..." She told her about time turners, potions, curses, jinxes, Wizarding tricks, pranks, and I've got it.
"Thank you, so much," I say gratefully and grab my pack from by the couch. I run up to my room, and it's amazing.

My room was painted in a darker blue, darker than the house, and the bed was huge. It had all sorts of odd attachments, cup holders... Then I had a desk in the corner, one of what seems to be, Dudley's old computers, a mini Television, and a mini refrigerator next to it. Is this how all of the rooms are? If so, the Dursleys must be loaded.
The house was tinted blue, which made it stand out blandly. The window frames where purest white, and the glass panes sparkled, literally. The roof was a dark gray and they had a white door. The kitchen was to your right when you walked in, and the living room is right where you walk in. The Dursleys must be making loads of pounds here because they've gotten a jumbo TV screen, a little cinema in the room right next to the living room, four separate bedrooms, and a hot tub.
Living large, that's the definition.

I roll out the yellowish parchment on my oak plank wooden desk, and sit down.
I think and not down notes on how I may be able to save Hermione. Honestly, the Dursleys have not been bothering me since I got there, I felt home.

The next two days went by in a blur of notes and blueprints, I had headaches most of the day, and finally, convicted some complex plan. I felt an emptiness spread through my body starting from the gaping hole in my heart. Empty and soulless.
I put on a black t-shirt, black jeans, and black shoes. Guess I'm a goth today.
(No offense to goths, I'm sort of goth so....)

I walk out of my room in a swaying manner, my Aunt notices and pulls out a chair for me at the table. First time I actually felt respected tiny bit by this family. I sit down and poke at my breakfast, eating slowly, and when I'm done, absentmindedly clean up the table. I leave and try to take a walk outside, and think about my plan a bit. It might not be the best, but it can work.
I need a dead body.