Title: Harry’s Child (rev. 12) 1/4
Pairing: None yet
Warnings: Child Abuse, Superpower Harry, Good Petunia, Abusive Dursley, Violence
Disclaimer: Nope, doesn’t belong to me. I only play with them a bit.
Summary:This plot bunny started bothering me when I read Harry Potter and the Child Legilimens. It really is not completely related to that story, but sometimes it happens that I just go off into one direction when something call my rather over active imagination and the muses run off with the idea. So here it is the first draft of it. Needs a lot of work before it makes it to either ff.net or my own site.
Notes: This is a revision of what is revision 12 of this story (It is not much different t in the beginning but I made a lot of changes later. Also this is a better start of the story) first post I have added a lot to this and there’s really a lot more to the story, as soon as I have typed revisions 2 to 11 then I’ll post them to the journal.
Author’s Note: There are a few typhos and similar errors on this post and the continuations. They are mostly errors the handwriting converter of my tabletPC (I wrote part of this on it). I will be correcting them as I go, so if anyone reads this before I do, be patient, they should be corrected sometime today or tomorrow.
On with the story:
After the Order members left, Vernon Dursley had stormed out of Kings Cross. Some of the travelers at the station hastily moved out of his way. The man had a forbidding look on his face and sported a rare shade of plum. Petunia, Dudley, and Harry followed in his wake, none daring to utter a protest at the pace. The last of the group managed to give apologetic looks at those his Uncle scattered from his way. When they reached the family’s car, Vernon all but shoved his nephew’s things into the trunk. Harry hurried into the back seat carrying Hedwig’s cage before the furious man packed her in the trunk too.
The ride back to Privet Drive was strangely quiet. Usually the stereo was on with one of Dudley’s favorite bands, his aunt nattered incessantly about the neighbor’s gardens, houses, children, or in general their lives. His Uncle would join with comments or talk to Dudley. The sole fact that his cousin was not whining about the silence was odd enough.
In fact, Dudley looked quite subdued, and it was plain weird for the bully. Despite the numbness that settled after the ‘Leaving Feast’, Harry could not help but notice their behavior and wonder what happened. Perhaps Dudley was finally expelled from Smeltings, or the Bobbies had finally caught him beating the neighborhood’s smaller children. Whatever it was, he hoped it had nothing to do with him. Harry did not think he could deal with their usual verbal abuse.
Once they arrived, Harry hurried inside and managed to make his way half up the stairs before the Dursleys even entered the hall. Dudley was about to follow when his father called him to the sitting room using a tone of voice that the young wizard would have never believed directed at the spoiled brat. It was the one Uncle Vernon used whenever HE displayed accidental magic. Not wanting to get involved Harry went all the way to Dudley’s second bedroom. He settled his trunk under the window and Hedwig’s cage on the dresser. The teen mechanically opened the cage’s door, picked his owl’s water bowl and went to the bathroom to fill it.
Harry could hear his Uncle’s angry voice, Dudley’s whining and rather scared one, with his Aunt’s pleading tones scattered in between. The teen could not make out the conversation, and frankly he really did not care. Sirius had just died, and it was his fault. He carried the weight of the Muggle and Wizard worlds on his scrawny shoulders, why should a family quarrel among the Dursleys concern him? They were his relatives –true- but there was no love lost there.
As he made his way back to his bare room, Harry caught words like ‘disgrace’, `freak’, ‘abomination’, and ‘abnormality’. So they were now talking about him? Well, Vernon would bellow if they wanted him down there. He was about to enter his room when he heard something so out of context in Privet Drive number four that the teen froze with his hand on the door knob. A baby, a small baby was crying in the house. The sound was slightly muffled and Harry wondered where the child was.
“They wouldn’t have…” Harry muttered with a feeling of dread building in the pit of his stomach. They had no baby at Kings Cross… He fervently hoped he was wrong and his old room was not being used again.
Harry went into his room to give Hedwig the water and as the child kept crying and the sound became louder, he decided to risk it and go down. By the voices now Vernon and Dudley were arguing with his Aunt and not with each other. The scene that greeted him in the sitting room was out of place in that house. His Aunt held a screaming bundle, whiles both his uncle and cousin, were trying to take it –the baby- from her.
“Give it to me Petunia; I’ve had enough of freaks in this house! It’s enough I have to put up with that… that boy. He and your abnormal sister contaminated my family.”
“No Vernon, you can’t give her away! Duddykins made a mistake, but she’s still our granddaughter!”
“It’s abnormal like your sister and her freaky whelp!”
“Vernon, Dudley please… she is your daughter son.”
“That’s not mine! I have no children. I want NO children, especially not one that’s a freak just like HIM! This is all HIS fault! The bloody freak probably cursed me last year!”
“I save your fat arse, and almost get expelled for it and you ACCUSE ME of cursing you? Next time I’ll let them get you!” Harry snapped at his cousin ungratefulness. The anger he felt most of the previous term made an appearance.
“You get out of this boy! Dudley is right; this is all your fault!”
“My fault? MY FAULT!” Harry was enraged, this was the stupidest thing they had ever blamed him for, and he was not going to let them do that anymore. “Tell me HOW it is MY fault that YOUR son went and knocked some girl up? He did it all on his own, don’t blame me for HIS mistakes.”
“Don’t you take that tone with me boy!” Vernon warned furious. Who did the freak think he was?
“Then open YOUR eyes Uncle Vernon and stop blaming ME for Dudley’s stupidities!” The young wizard retorted. Both his Aunt and Uncle were slightly unnerved. They had NEVER seen the boy like this. Not even when he blew Marge up.
“This is your fault! You contaminated my perfect son,” Harry snorted. Vernon just ignored it. “With your abnormality; the brat’s one of your KIND!”
“She’s a witch?” Harry asked rather shocked, but now everything fell into place. That was the treason why Vernon was making such a racket; the baby was magical. But it was odd that his Aunt actually wanted to keep the child.
“Yes,” Petunia confirmed. She had been trying –unsuccessfully- to calm the baby. The loud voices scared her. “The mother dropped her on our doorstep a couple of weeks ago, much like you were. She left a letter explaining she was leaving the country and the child was a nuisance she rather not deal with, as she never wanted a baby. She mentioned strange things happened around the child since she was born, and we’ve seen… things float, or she… calls her bottle if I delay too long to feed her.”
“I see… and she’s really Dudley’s?” The young wizard asked. He could not see how the child looked bundled as she was in her grandmother’s arms.
“Yes, she is. We got the DNA tests results today. There is no doubt Dudley is her father, even if she looks more like Lily.”
“Boy, go to your room; this is a family problem and none of your business. Now Petunia, give it to me, I’ll take care of it.”
“Wrong UNCLE Vernon, I too am a member of this family, whether we want it or not. What do you plan on doing to her?” Harry told him narrowing his eyes.
“What should you care what I do with it? It’s nothing to you freak.”
“She is related to me by HIS blood,” the teen stated coldly pointing at Dudley. “My kind –as you put it- puts a lot of weight in blood relations. In fact, we have had to put up with each other for so long because of my blood relation to HER,” he now pointed at Petunia. “So yes, what you do to her concerns me too.”
“They want to abandon her at an orphanage,” Petunia told Harry. She had finally managed to calm the infant, as they were no longer shouting.
“I see…” Harry muttered. He did not like that. Why couldn’t his cousin be a responsible person? But the reason was there; both his uncle and aunt had NEVER showed him how to be. They allowed him to get away with practically anything. Now a poor baby was paying the price of being such bad parents. “You don’t agree with them, Aunt Petunia?” He inquired and his aunt shook her head. “You know? It’s NOT wise to leave magical children at muggle orphanages. Voldemort, you do know who he is, don’t you?” They nodded fearfully. “Grew up in one; he did not have a happy life. It was there that he started hating muggles. Then, he found out his father was alive but rejected his mother because she was a witch. Do you know what happened to him?” They shook their heads. “Tom Riddle –Voldemort- killed him and his family. You don’t want her to turn into that do you?”
“You don’t scare me boy. I really could not care less what this Voldemort fellow does. I won’t have more of that abnormality tainting my family’s good name. She goes period.” Vernon said stubbornly.
“You should worry.” Harry warned him somberly. “What is it that really bothers you uncle? That she’s the product of Dudley’s indiscretion? He was after all no older than fifteen. You don’t have the ‘perfect’ son now, do you? Is it that he produced a witch? Or knowing you it’s both isn’t it? You can’t claim to have a ‘perfectly normal’ family now.”
“How dare you speak to me like that, you insolent whelp? Shut up, and go to you room!” Vernon snarled, spittle shooting every which way. His face was the darkest shade of plum Harry had seen in his life. “Petunia, give it to me NOW!”
“No Vernon, please… please don’t take her away. You know I’ve always wanted a girl, please!” Petunia begged as her husband tried to take the infant from her forcefully. The struggle set the poor baby into frantic cries of fright.
“No! Stop it, you’re hurting her!” The teen shouted at Vernon as he tried to keep the bulky man from hurting the baby. “Stop it Uncle Vernon!”
“It goes, and it goes now. I won’t have it tainting my family’s name!”
“Say she’s mine!” Harry shouted. “Say I knocked that girl up; just don’t send the baby to an orphanage.” He really had not been thinking on saying something like that. But now that he’d said it, it made perfect sense. The little baby was related to him by blood. He knew it had been the right thing to do; he could feel it.
“WHAT?” Bellowed Vernon even if he began seeing the possibilities in what the boy proposed. They kept their good name intact, which was the most important thing for him. Dudley would not be burdened with the freaky baby and since they had not spoken to anyone about the bastard it was actually perfect.
“You heard me Uncle Vernon. I’ll take the blame for knocking that girl up. But…”
“So now you’re going to put up conditions. I’ll have none of that!”
“Oh but my conditions benefit you and Him.” He just nodded in his cousin’s direction.
“I’ll be the judge of that. So talk and let’s hear them.”
“Very well, if I take the blame for his mistake, he renounces to ANY claim to the baby. Has she been registered?”
“No Harry,” Petunia said, gratefulness showing on both her face and voice. Her nephew looked at her through narrowed eyes, as if measuring her. She had rarely used his name before. “She was born at home or something like that. Her mother was not planning on keeping her; she did not even name the child. On her letter she mentions the child was up for adoption, but something happened and the prospective parents could not take her. ”
“Good, then we register her as my daughter. Because all the lies you told the neighbors about me, it won’t be hard to believe. The baby gets to live with me, in my room, NOT the cupboard. I’m not sixteen yet so you as MY guardians have to agree to let me keep her…”
“And if we don’t?” Vernon inquired testing the boy.
“Then everyone finds out what an irresponsible lump of lard your son is. Although most already know that…”
“What do you mean boy?” Vernon sounded downright menacing.
“You should ask Dudley what he and his gang do for fun. You should also pay more attention to gossip Aunt Petunia, you’ll find out what people THINK of your precious son.”
“You ungrateful wretch! What kind of rubbish are you spreading around?” The muggle man spat.
“None Uncle, the neighbors avoid me thanks to you. Ask around, someone might have the guts to open your eyes.” The man sputtered and Harry went on. “As I was saying; thanks to Dudley your `good name’ isn’t so `good’. It’ll be even worse when they hear how you were willing to abandon the baby. Think what that could do to your `valued’ reputation.”
“No one will believe you boy. You after all attend St. Brutus School for Incurably Criminal Boys. As you say, the neighbors avoid you.” Vernon said smugly.
“A simple DNA test can prove I’m not lying, as well as a phone call to St. Brutus. They’ll say they never had a student named Harry Potter. Don’t you think they’ll begin to question why you lied about me, and I can even tell them how you ‘forgot’ to feed me, or that my room was the cupboard under the stairs where you locked me for days. I missed a lot of school didn’t I?”
Harry didn’t know where all this was coming from, but he was not going to let his uncle and cousin bully him anymore. Or get rid of the baby that was also his family. This was clearly his Slytherin side working, for once –in five years- he did not have to worry about letting it show. He could see Vernon was beyond furious, but he did not dare raise a hand to him. The Order threats seemed to work well; he did fear what adult wizards could do. Before he would have been backhanded for speaking like that, now Vernon only glared and fumed.
“Very well boy, it stays. We authorize you to keep the brat. Now you listen to MY conditions. I am not spending a pound on it. You want to keep it? Then you are responsible for anything it requires. Food, diapers, toys, clothes even doctors. You pay for all of that, otherwise it goes to an orphanage. When your freak friends pick you up, it goes with you. While you’re at it, you can also begin to search for a job and pay for your keep.”
“Fine, I’ll see if my `friends’ don’t mind me getting a Job,” Harry agreed thinking that he urgently needed to know how much money he had in his vault. He also needed to talk to Fred and George; it seemed he was going to have to request his share of profits from Weasley Wizard Wheezes in galleons instead of pranks. All this was necessary because he was sure Dumbledore would not allow him to leave the house to work.
“That would be about time. I don’t want to spend another pound on you.” Vernon sounded pleased with the idea, but Harry snorted. He glared at the insolent freak.
“You barely fed me, and the only clothes you gave me were Dudley’s hand me downs. You have NO right to complain about spending money on me.” Harry snarled. “It was, and still IS your duty as my legal guardians to provide for me and you’ve done an awful job of it. Headmaster Dumbledore doesn’t want me to leave the house; I don’t think he’ll be very happy to hear that you want me to go out. Also my… friends won’t be too happy that I have to pay for something that’s your duty to provide. They don’t know that my room for ten years was the cupboard under the stairs, I don’t think you’ll want me telling them.”
“Very well, don’t work you useless and lazy freak.” Vernon did not like to be bested, especially by an insignificant brat, but he did not want to find out what the scary looking freak could do to him. “But It is still your responsibility. So you better start learning how to care for the little freak. I don’t want It to make any racket or It is going back to the cupboard.”
“She is not an It! And you better not follow that threat uncle Vernon, if you do, I will curse you and to hell if I get expelled. No one deserves THAT place.” Harry’s voice was cold with controlled anger. They had never seen him like that, it was downright scary, and none doubted he would make good his threat. Vernon grunted and made his way to the kitchen. Dudley followed. Only his aunt remained the little girl whimpering on her arms.
“Thank you Harry,” Petunia said softly. “I never expected Dudley to shrink from responsibility or Vernon to… to renounce to our grandchild.”
She’d seen her nephew angry before, but never like that. The woman was also surprised at the way he handled Vernon, her husband had no chance to win. Harry also had a big heart, to accept the little girl as his own, and rescue her from an awful future. She would have expected her Duddykins to be the responsible boy; she believed she had raised him well. Now she knew she failed, her son was selfish and irresponsible. She had noticed since the baby appeared on their doorstep. She just had been too blind to see it. Petunia would never have expected the boy she and her family neglected would be the one to assume such a responsibility, and put Vernon in his place while he did it. Lily would have been proud of her son; he seemed to have the makings of a good man.
“I expect that and more aunt Petunia, from both of them. You always allowed Dudley to do as he pleased, bought him all he wanted and you never told him no. So he’s, spoiled rotten. Now I don’t know anything about babies, I haven’t even seen how the little girl looks. Perhaps, you can teach me how to care for her.”
“Yes, of course Harry. It’s almost time for her bath and her bottle so you can see how it’s done. She doesn’t have many things, but they are in your old room.”
Harry went to the cupboard and picked a small box with baby things and a portable bassinet that had been doubling as a crib. For the next hour Petunia taught her nephew how to care for his newly acquired daughter. They rearranged the little room the best they could, to make a little space for the bassinet –it had legs- and the boy’s trunk became an improvised changing station. The boy’s bed ended against a wall and the bassinet/crib beside it. Hedwig had been curious about the baby and perched on Harry’s bed to investigate. The snowy owl soon got bored and since it was already dark the boy let her out to hunt. Vernon and Dudley had left scant minutes before to have dinner, and they had not invited Petunia to join them.