Madison Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Chapter 1: Semi-Emotional Goodbyes

Madison Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Chapter 1: Semi-Emotional Goodbyes

Neighbors seemed to peek their heads out of their windows whenever they got the chance during the summer, because even though they were muggles, they did notice that something was wrong.

There had been more suspicious deaths. Every night on the evening news, there would be stories of how so-and-so got 'shot'.

I always found it interesting on how the muggle's would see a gun or something instead of a wand. Their minds see what they want to see, I guess.

The summer that Harry and I hoped to be relaxing certainly was not.

We had hoped for at least one week to be able to forget about all of the horrors that faced us. It was only one day that we were able to forget about it, and it was the first day back at the Dursley's.

Ever since Harry and I returned from our first year at Hogwarts, the Dursley's seemed to have avoided us like we were a piece of goose poop on the sidewalk. That wasn't the case this year.

They would- okay, only Aunt Petunia and Dudely- try to be close to us whenever they had the chance to be. As per usual, Uncle Vernon stayed far away from us. He probably didn't understand the whole time of peril that not just the wizard world was in, but the whole world, was actually happening at the moment.

Aunt Petunia, however, lived through this before, I had told Harry one night after he brought up how it was weird.

"She probably saw the horrors when Mom would go home for breaks and for the summer. Mom probably had the Daily Prophet delivered to her," I pointed out.

He nodded, running a hand through his jet black hair in response. "I suppose that she would look in it and read it because she's always invading other's personal bubbles."

So Aunt Petunia at least knew what was happening.

Dudley's actions surprised me. I personally think that ever since the night that was around two years ago now where he nearly got his soul extracted from him, he had a change of heart.

He seemed willing to talk to us now. In secret, when Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon weren't home, he'd wander up to Harry and I. He'd ask questions about our world.

Reluctantly, we would answer them. We had to be careful as to what we would say, because some of it was what Harry and I considered to be private information. Plus, should the event of them being tortured for information on Harry and I was to come up, I am certain that if under enough pressure, they would have a 'slip of the tongue'.

But soon came the day that the Dursley's, much to Uncle Vernon's dismay, had to pack their bags and leave the house.

Hestia Jones and Didius Diggle were going to bring Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and Dudley to a hidden safe house, in which there was a secret keeper of some sorts. I had no clue who it was, but I suppose that that was the point of a secret keeper.

Uncle Vernon was enraged at the fact that he had to live with wizards for an unspecific amount of time.

"Would you rather die or be tortured?" I asked him, an eyebrow arched.

He rolled around on his heel in defeat, his pot belly jiggling as he did so. His big bushy mustache was white now, and he almost seemed like an even more fat Santa Claus. An evil and ungrateful Santa Claus, to be specific.

So the day that the family of three muggles had to pack up all of their belongings came sooner rather than later, much to me and Harry's delight. The house was bare, the only thing left being the cabinets and the stove and the ugly wallpaper. Our beds in what used to be Dudley's second-bedroom were gone, only our things for school and clothes were left behind. Hedwig had gone crazy with all of the packing, the loud noises scaring the feathers off of her.

My cat, Pippin, was in my arms the day that the Dursley's left, and it shattered my heart so bad that I was basically Humpty Dumpty on the way she meowed at Aunt Petunia leaving.

"You know, you didn't just lose a mother that night in Godric's Hallow," Aunt Petunia slowly began to tell Harry and I as we stood awkwardly next to her in front of the fireplace, "I lost a sister."

"Her death we'll be avenged. I don't know when it will be-" Harry began to say.

I rudely interrupted him, adding on to the conversation, "But some day you'll be back here, and when that day comes the world will be a much better place."

"I hope you're right," Aunt Petunia glanced at Harry and I, a tint of worry evident in her brown eyes.

Uncle Vernon stomped into the room with the fireplace, which the Weasley's had come through nearly three years ago. Three years ago...

Three years ago, Lord Voldemort wasn't in a body form. He was a thought almost. Those were the days when the world still had a bit of darkness in it, but the light shined over it.

The light itself had diminished slowly over the next few years.

The light disappeared like a burnt out lightbulb last May, when Albus Dumbledore died.

"Well, let's get on with it," Hestia Jones said, breaking up the semi-emotional moment between Harry, Aunt Petunia and I.

"Please," Uncle Vernon snarled at her.

I'm not sure what he hated more at the moment: leaving his house or going with some wizards to a safe house. It was most likely the latter.

"Hope I never see him again," I quietly muttered to Harry, who gave a soft laugh in reply.

Uncle Vernon, fat and an owner of a now pearly white mustache, stomped out of 4 Privet Drive like he had enough of this place.

He probably had enough of it here due to Harry and I.

Aunt Petunia quietly followed him, looking back at Harry and I once she stepped out of the front door.

"Take care, you two," she softly told us.

"Hope to see you again," I truthfully told her.

"DUDLEY! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!" Uncle Vernon roared from his car.

Dudley then trampled down the stairs and halted at the spot where I stood with my older twin brother.

"I don't think you guys are a waste of space," he told Harry and I.

"See ya, Big D," Harry told him, a smile etching onto his face.

"We'll try to keep in touch when this is all over, okay Big D?" I told him.

"Yeah, of course," he replied as he walked out of the house, taking one longing look back as he did so.

A few minutes later, the Dursley's pulled out of the driveway with Hestia Jones in the car with them. They headed down the street and turned on Magnolia Crescent, driving towards the horizon.

So this is chapter one for Madison Potter and the Deathly Hallows!!!!!