Not Friendless (Harry Potter Fanfic)

Not Friendless

"Where are the friends, the ones you supposedly made at school?"

Dudley enjoyed rubbing it in, that neither Ron or Hermione wrote him over the summer, not that he could write to them with Hedwig locked in her cage, craving to have the chance to fly rather than remaining cooped up in her cage. Harry felt it a mutual feeling given he too was locked in that room, waiting for something, anything to happen, although hearing about Mr. and Mrs. Mason coming over in a few days.

Which—

Sadly, it would be the end of the month, his birthday that they were coming, making him not look forward to that day at all, despite how Rubius Hagrid rescued him the previous year.

But then, instead of hearing Dudley rub in his face how nobody wrote him, he heard Dudley yell, "Mum! Someone's here looking for Harry!"

This drew Harry to the front room, where he saw a man and woman standing in the doorway. The almost twelve-year-old wizard frowned, wondering who they could be as he didn't remember meeting the two in the doorway, yet the man—Harry felt as if the man reacted as if he recognized him, which made him hope the person knew his father, and might be there to do something about the Dursley family and the way they treated him.

Petunia brushed forward, her nose in the air. "What do you want?"

The woman smiled, as the man continued looking at Harry, making the pretten feel nervous given how it reminded him of all the wizards and witches who stared because he was the Boy-Who-Lived. Except, the woman said, "We're Mr. and Mrs. Granger. Our daughter attends Hogwarts."

Harry's eyes widened as his aunt let out a hiss. "Inside. Now!" And then she turned to Hermione's parents and said, "I'd prefer not to interact with you lot."

Hermione's father tensed up, his eyes widening at Petunia's reaction while Olivia frowned. "I don't follow."

"You know. Witches and..."

"Hermione's Muggleborn like mum," Harry said, cutting off whatever his Aunt Petunia was going to say.

Petunia stared at the Grangers, who were now in the house. "Then I don't understand what you want, if you're not," before putting much emphasis on the last part. "That."

"Our daughter's not received a reply to any of her letters she's sent," her father said, avoiding Petunia's question. Harry's eyes widened.

"What letters?" the woman asked as Harry's jaw dropped. She turned. "Have you been receiving letters?"

Harry shook his head, yet she should have known given how Dudley rubbed it in. Hermione's mother cleared her throat. "We were getting worried."

"Well, I'm not preventing my nephew from getting his letters," Petunia snapped.

"Something magical?" Hermione's father asked as Petunia motioned for him to take a seat, to be polite of course.

"Something magical," Petunia repeated, her eyes widening in horror as did Dudley.

Which resulted in an awkward silence. Harry opened his mouth. "So Hermione..."

The front door opened, resulting in Petunia and Dudley looking up as Vernon said rather loudly, "You've guests visiting, Petunia?"

"They're not here to see mum!" Dudley said. "They're here to see Harry!"

"What?" Vernon said, coming in and saying, "We want nothing to do with your lot!"

"They're not. Their stupid daughter is."

Harry cleared his throat, knowing Hermione was top of her class. Her father's eyebrows shot up. "Excuse me?"