Harry Other Aunt

Chapter 3 Sam’s Big Step
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Chapter 3

One and a half weeks later

Sam reread the letter again trying to find a way around the current situation. She went toward her desk, found a paperweight and threw it against the door. Her frustration vented at something at last, she accepted that there were no quick answers or easy solutions. She had to make a final decision about her life and her nephew. Sitting back in her chair, she ran her thoughts back again to make her mind up on what to do. This woman wants a way out. I can save everyone she loves, even her sanity, if I take the necessary steps. But what about my life? I am always saving someone else’s miserable life, when will someone save mine? My father is well with the help from symbiote Selmak and on the next adventure to God and Country, or should I say, Planet; Mark is acting like a seven-year-old child; mom’s dead so she doesn’t have a say in this — even if she was sober and alive she wouldn’t have said anything about it. Damn, my family can always fuck up my life. Why must I be the sane one in this dysfunctional family? Father off fighting a war again, brother in emotional denial of our parents’ life, and finally my dead mother lived in a delusional happy marriage, while her husband was having an affair. I never show emotions — I had my science and books. I know I have some strong commitment problems. Hell, with a family like mine who wouldn’t.
Now I have to make this big scary jump in life — alter my lifestyle, which was not even a pleasurable one from the beginning. Better to get this over with, the changes at home, the health, life insurance and the military ID for the military families.

Taking the letter and leaving her office, she headed toward General Hammond’s. The door was open and she knocked softly.

‘Come in, Major; have a seat. You look worried’.

‘It’s a personal matter, General.’ Closing the door, she sat down in front of his desk. ‘Before my father accepted Selmack, he informed me about an older half-sister he wanted to see before he died. I found out both her and her husband were murdered and left behind a son. Mrs. Dursley has raised him since he was a baby; she always thought of him as her nephew. Now, finding out that Harry is my nephew, she wants me to take him so he can know his family here and safety from her husband. Mrs Dursley has written to me about the abusive situation that she is living in at the moment. Her husband is becoming more violent and she wants out. So she wants me to take Harry so she and her son can run away from him. If I don’t take him, she can’t guarantee his safety or protection from his uncle. In unwritten wording, she won’t protect him against Mr. Dursley, just herself and Dudley. I can’t leave anyone in that type of situation, sir. I have thought of nothing else for the last week and a half. Today I have decided to become his guardian. Harry attends a private school most of the year, so I will have him the summers and holidays. His parents paid for his education before they died. So it will not interfere with gating most of the year, only in the summer and the holiday schedules. General, I cannot leave him there. If something happened to me on a mission, I hope that by then Mark would have worked through his issue and be his guardian. I just wanted to tell you this so we can work together, so I can stay on the Stargate program. I will be telling Colonel O’Neil and the team on our next day off.’

‘Is there anything else that you want to say before I make my decision to keep you active or keep you on the base only?’ the General said looking at the Major.

‘No, Sir, there is nothing else.’

‘Well, I will keep you on active duty, Major. But you have two months and three weeks to come up with a plan for the care of said nephew if you die off world, Major. I don’t think the one-bedroom house will be enough for both of you. I know you can handle this new role of parenthood very well; don’t doubt yourself. Go to Personal to start the ball rolling so that Harry won’t have to see his uncle again. You can go now, Samantha,’ said Hammond, smiling when Sam‘s face lit up to finding out she was not to be excluded from away missions.

As she left, Hammond shook his head. He’d always known about the older sister; he was stationed there, at Alconbury, and her father’s best friend. Jacob could never handle personal problems well; he was a good candidate for Selmak, and no one else would leave family for all that time without some regret. No, not Jim. He could have just let nature do its bidding and have the last time on this earth with his family. No, not him. He had to do one more thing for our country. Their mother, Carol, was a special case. All she’d wanted to be was a General’s wife and nothing else. Not even a mother. Sam and Mark could have turned out worse, like some others. I will look around for affordable housing near or around the base. She needs some break; she has kept that family together far too long.


Sam sat next to her father in the infirmary, holding his hand. ‘Dad, I wrote to Lily Evans in Surrey like you asked, but there’s bad news and good news. Which ones do you want first?’

‘I’d rather have the bad news first, Sam.’

‘Well, Lily Potter née Evans was killed alongside her husband on 31 October, 1980, in their home, leaving behind a son, Harry, who was raised by Petunia Dursley née Evans.’ Sam stopped there to let her father gather his thoughts and feelings. ‘Petunia, her son Dudley and Harry are living in an abusive household, and she wants to take her son with her and leave. I will be taking Harry in to raise him from now on, Dad. I hope you will be back this summer to see your grandson,’ Sam said with a little smile.

Jim looked at his daughter and was shocked. He thought Lily may be alive, wanted to make amends. I’ve just messed up so much again; Sam’s life is changing again because of my bad choices in life. Sam is the better choice in taking Harry; she was always the saner one in this family.

‘Sam, I am sad that I never got to know Lily or her husband. But I would like to know Harry; I know Mark will come around soon. He is being pigheaded at the moment. I’ll love to see your new family, Sam; you will make a great mom,’ Jim said, reaching over to give his daughter a hug.

‘When are you going to tell the rest of the team that Sam is becoming a mom soon?’ he said with a chuckle. ‘I can just imagine what Colonel O’Neil’s reaction will be.’

‘I will be telling them when you leave, in three weeks’ time. By that time, Petunia’s lawyers will have sent me most of the paperwork for Harry’s guardianship. Given that you are his grandfather and he’s my nephew, I will apply for United States citizenship; it will make easier going through customs.’

‘Sam, you can have the house, there’s plenty of room and a big back garden. Mark can have its value in stocks, and the rest can be split down three ways so there’s no fuss or arguments with Mark.’

Sam looked at her father and was going to say no, knowing Mark would be upset. But the place was settled in six acres of land and had six bedrooms. I loved the place more than Mark ever did when we were growing up. So fuck him. ‘Dad, thank you so much. I will take the house and promise to keep it inside the family.’

‘You’d better head on home, Sam; you look tired and exhausted with everything.’ Jacob gave Sam a loving hug.

‘I wish I could. I am calling Petunia today, and giving her my answer. I hope I contact her and not her husband. I did the time difference, and it’s 9 am over there. Wish me luck, dad.’ Sam got up from her chair and left the infirmary, going back toward her office to make the call.


Surrey, England 9 in the morning.

Petunia was looking at her back window, drinking the last of the tea from breakfast. She turned from the window to look down into the sink and picked up the ice pack to be placed on the right side of her head. Can’t let the neighbours know what a bastard he really is, now can we. When I go to Boots later I must pick up more foundation crème. When is this nightmare going to end? I was going to leave this bastard a long time ago, when Dudley was just a baby; then Harry came and I knew we had to go, and we did. I had us in a new house; I had a new job, a new beginning. But I underestimated Dumbledore; I thought he would be happy we left an abusive home. No, he knew all about it, he wanted Harry to be humble and not spoiled like his father. That idiot said humble, you would be if you got your head knocked in every day. But he called Vernon to inform him where we were. Blackmailed me into staying so if I didn’t go back he would bewitch the courts in favour of Vernon. I had to go back. Vernon beat me for two days; I hate Dumbledore so much. He thinks he’s so smart and knows everything. When Lily got her letter, we as a family went to the Alley. Dad set off an account or trust for Lily. Dad being Dad wanted Lily and I to have options in our lives. If Lily wanted to stay in the Wizarding world, he wanted to have a financial plan for her. He sat down with those Goblins and stated what he wanted; he liked how they invested money and had them do ours from then on. Each one of us signed it in blood to protect the trust that was set up for each family member from theft. When it was Lily’s turn, she turned out to be an Heir to Slytherin. It would seem that Salazar had an affair with a Muggle before he died and named each child from that union the true heir, to make up all the wrong he did early in his life. When his wife found out that her son would not be his Heir, she cursed our line. But Salazar found out. He in turn changed it as much as he could. If a child is born out of wedlock and raised in a loving home, the child will have magic. That’s when both me and Lily found about mum and Aunt Elizabeth. They were ridiculed everyday because their mother was the vicar’s whore. Knowing our mother was pregnant with me before they were married broke the curse. But how wrong I was, it was Aunt Liz having Lily. The Goblins warned us about the Wizard world and how wizards think. We were cautious. I am so glad we learned from their warnings. If Dumblefuck knew all this, Harry would have had even a worse upbringing than he had with Vernon. Dudley’s gift is empathy, his magic is not as strong as Harry’s, but his children will be strong. Now he is being trained at a Squib school alongside Smeltings. Trained in Herbal Remedies for Squibs’ families.

Knock, Knock. Petunia placed the ice pack on the table and walked toward the front door. She opened it slightly, to hide some of her face.

‘Hello, how can I help you?’ she said, as she looked at a wizard with long blond hair, wearing a suit with a college robe on top. When will the magical community get over the 18th century and dress like it’s the 20th century? Let’s find out what this person wants first, before I send him on his way.

‘Are you Petunia Dursley? If you are, I need to talk about your nephew Harry James Potter.’

‘Before you grace this house, you must promise on your magic to do no harm or kill me on this day, and Obliviate my address from your mind if you want to cause it in the near future to Petunia, Dudley Dursley or Harry Potter. Once you have done that, then you can talk to me, Sir.’

‘For a Muggle you have a lot of magical knowledge. Why is that, Mrs Dursley?’ asked the blond wizard.

‘I will not answer anything until you give me reassurance of my safety, sir.’

‘On my magic I will cause no harm to the persons Mrs Petunia, Dudley Dursley and Harry Potter.’

‘My sister Lily told me a lot of things about the magic world. Plus the little things Headmaster Dumbledore has told me. Like, do you have a Dark Mark on your arm?’ she asked quickly. She was showing her hand too fast to this unknown person. Hell, he could be working for both Dumbledore and the Dark Lord. I must be more cautious.

‘I will stay out here then, don’t want those wards to go off,’ said the blond man, gripping his cane in a gloved hand. ‘Will it be all right to talk outside? I’ll place a concealment charm out so no one else will see me talking to you.’

‘Yes.’

‘My name is Lord Malfoy and your nephew Harry Potter has agreed to help my family and allies providing safety passage in the war. Your nephew and I have agreed that I will help his godfather to be cleared of the crimes of killing your sister and her husband. We have you down as our fall back plan. I hope to clear Lord Black before the end of term. If I don’t accomplish this we came up with this plan. There will be a house elf inside the house to protect anyone from domestic violence inside number four, Privet Drive. Money will be set up for the upkeep and care of all the magical people in this house. A Mr Vernon Dursley will not have any say in raising wizard children, the elf will see to that. My attorney will give him money to stay away or stay and be quiet, and nothing else. The house elf will make sure he will not interfere. So, will you agree to this and sign this paper?’ Lucius pushed a paper toward her. He might have to amend some things in the contract with the lawyer. Mrs. Dursley tried to hide the hand print and blackened eye behind the door, he still saw it. Dumbledore really left Our Saviour into a broken home. I bet Harry thinks he was the only one in this house that was abused. There’s all types of abuses and sometimes you only see your own and not the others’.

Slam! Lucius was jerked out of his thoughts when the door was rudely shut. If the paper were still in his hand he would have thought she said no. So she must be thinking it over. With some wand movements and spells he Transfigured a flower pot to a chair.

Inside the house

Petunia paced in front of the door. I have a lot of options, something I haven’t had in a long time. She went into the lounge, took a pen from her desk, signed her name on the paper and stabbed her finger so some blood dropped on the paper. Now it’s time to negotiate for a better deal. She reached for the door, opening it with a smile. ‘ Lord Malfoy, I have signed the papers, but I want to include that the goblins will place new wards on any house that Harry’s guardian resides, and the house elf will protect Squibs from any threat toward this family. The elf will always travel with Lord Potter and his Grey wizards. I know that you are a Grey wizard and there’s a war coming. The Wizard world has not prepared Harry to fight that monster, so I want you to include someone to train my Harry for the war and its aftermath. People will use him, so he needs to be prepared. So you go and rewrite this and send it back to me, to the lawyer’s address on this card. Promise this on your magic.’

‘I promise this to you, Mrs Petunia Dursley, all your changes, on my magic,’ Lucius said with a nod of his head and a flash of white of his magic.

‘Never come back here again. I never know when my husband may come back home!’ Petunia said with a slamming of the door. As the door slam shut, another loud crack was heard as Lord Malfoy left number four, Privet Drive.


Inside the House

Petunia walked back to the kitchen to make herself a new cup of tea, to celebrate the happiest moment in her family life.

Ring

‘The Dursleys. How may I help you?’

‘May I speak with a Petunia Dursley?

When Petunia heard the voice on the other line, her smile became happier. It was Harry’s real Aunt. ‘Speaking, how can I help you, Major Carter?’

‘My accent was a firm give–away, huh?’

‘Yes, it was, Major. Were you calling to inform me about what have you decided on Harry’s wellbeing?’

‘I will be taking Harry so he can live here in the States with me. I’ll send over the paperwork for his American citizenship and travel documents. Hopefully, all the paperwork will be done before school lets him out for the summer.’

‘Thank you so much; you are saving so many lives. Please send all that paperwork to my solicitors and then we can proceed with getting Harry safe.’

‘Then I will send the paperwork to them. It’s very late here, so I will say goodbye now, Petunia.’

Goodbye, Major.

Click

Petunia picked up the receiver again and dialled a London estate agent to put the house on the market. It was finally time to give Vernon and Dumbledore something to remember the name of Evans.

Tbc