Secrets In Blood

Ch: 1

Secrets In Blood- A Harry Potter Fanfiction

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-The Next Day at 11:00 Am-

Petunia’s POV:

Little Dudley, Vernon, and Petunia finally arrived home from their long drive.

She had enjoyed their little vacation.

It was nice to get to spend time with her husband and their small son for once.

He had used a few of his vacation days from Grunnings to take them on a four-day vacation to Venice, Italy.

He had gotten them a hotel with a hot tub in their room, and an all-access pass to the pool.

It felt so relaxing to take a break from their daily routines for once.

She pulled herself out of her thoughts when they pulled into their driveway.

Once Vernon parked the car, she unbuckled her seat belt.

She got out and opened the door behind hers to get Dudley, while Vernon went to unlock the front door.

She was glad he was still sound asleep.

She carefully unstrapped his car seat and gently picked him up, shutting both of their doors after grabbing out his bottle and her purse.

She took one step towards the house.

Vernon yelled, “WHAT THE HELL?!”, which shocked her so much that she almost dropped Dudley.

His eyes snapped open when she caught him, and she hurried over to see what the commotion was about, walking around the car.

She saw Vernon looking down at something in a basket that was on their doorstep.

As she got closer and looked down into it, she let out a small gasp in both surprise and disgust.

It was a child, but not just any child.

It was her sister’s spawn.

She knew it for sure from the moment he opened his small eyes and saw her sister’s own staring up at her.

She would recognize that shade of green from anywhere.

She was frozen to the spot as she realized the other freaks must’ve left him here, which only meant one thing.

Her sister was dead.

Just as she started to feel some regret for time wasted fighting over small things, how far they’d grown apart, and guilt that the last thing she’d done was slam the door in Lily’s face, those feelings were swept away. Before she had time to wonder why, she forgot that she felt that way in the first place, and spoke as if under the influence of a spell, her lips moving robotically as words left her mouth that did not feel like her own.

“Vernon. We have to get r-rid of it. It’s a fre-ak. "

She tried to fight down the bile rising in her throat.

She noticed a note addressed to them tucked into the things’ blanket, as she’d begun to think of him hatefully.

She carefully passed Dudley and his bottle to Vernon, then reached out and quickly snatched the note up, so she wouldn’t get infected by the freak.

It read:

‘Mr and Mrs. Dursley,

I regret to inform you that your sister is dead Miss Dursley. My condolences. I realize you didn’t get along with your sister when she was alive, but it is my hopes that you can take care of her son, Little Harry Potter. I will be sending two hundred pounds a month to take care of Harry. You are the only family that he has left Miss Dursley. He needs you. Take care of him. Trust that I will know if you don’t.

Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore.’

She almost fainted on the spot.

They had to take care of the thing?!

Petunia was no longer of sound mind and body, with whatever swiftly changed her emotions at the drop of a hat, but by the time it would be discovered too much damage would have already been done.
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-Time Skip-

Harry’s POV- 3yrs Old:

He got up when his aunt ‘tunia yelled at him to start his chores. He hugged his bear close, then got up. He tucked his teddy bear in under his blanket and went to go start them. He wished the bad guy in his nightmares didn’t take away his mum.

Harry’s POV- 4yrs Old:

He woke up when aunt ‘tunia yelled at him.

“GET UP FREAK!”

He hugged his bear and then hid him under his blanket.

He got up and opened the door his aunt ‘tunia just unlocked.

He saw his aunt ‘tunia waiting for him in the hall.

She grabbed his wrist and dragged him into the kitchen. Then she let him go and washed her hands, looking grossed out that she had touched him.

“Freak. I’m going to show you how to cook today. If you mess up you won’t get any food for a week!” She said shrilly.

He nodded his head sadly.

She showed him how to cook an egg and then made him do it.

He didn’t mess up today to her disappointment.

When he got back to his cupboard hours later, ‘tunia locked him in there.

He got under his blanket and cuddled his bear.

‘Why are they so mean to me?’

Harry’s POV- 5yrs old:

He jolted awake when Aunt Petunia yelled.

“GET UP FREAK! MAKE BREAKFAST! NOW!”

He hugged his bear close, then got up.

He whispered to him, “I’ll be back bearie.”

At least he had him.

He tucked his bearie in and then went to go do his chores.

Harry’s POV- 6yrs old

Vernon threw him into his cupboard yelling, “NO FOOD FOR A WEEK FREAK!”

His head hit the wall, and he started to cry, even when he tried to stop it.

He slammed the door and locked it.

‘I didn’t mean to spill water on Petunia. Dudley tripped me!’

‘Why won’t they listen?’

He got under his blanket and clutched Bearie to his chest, starting to cry quietly.

‘Why does no one love me?’

‘What did I do?’

‘Why did that bad guy take my mummy away?’

‘Why are they so mean?!’

He cried into Bearie and started to wish he was alive.

He wished he could talk back to him and love him since no one else did.

Little did Harry know, his magic was listening well before he fell asleep crying.

Overnight, a wish from a hurting child came true.

Harry’s teddy bear became human and held Harry as he slept.