Harry Other Aunt

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Harry Finds Out

Harry stood next to Mad Eye Moody, Remus and Tonks as they gave his uncle the warning about his living arrangements at number four Privet Drive. At the moment he just didn’t care. Sirius was dead and he was rooming with a bunch of snakes.

When the Order members left, Vernon grabbed Harry by his sleeve. ‘Those freaks were trying to tell me what to do in my own home. What have you told them, boy?’

‘Vernon, dear, please calm down…please, we are in public and those freaks could be still watching. Plus, you don’t want to be upset before you have to take the express train to Heathrow. You know how you hate to fly long haul flights, dear.’

‘Thank you, Petunia, just make sure this freak is ready for me when I get home,’ Vernon said and walked toward the Victoria Station to await his train.

‘Come this way, Harry, we have a lot to do before your Uncle gets home.’

They walked outside to the parking area for Kings Cross. Harry looked at his Aunt Petunia; she had a big smile on her face, and he wondered why she was so happy.

Petunia was humming to herself; she was thinking on her plan. Finally everything is falling to plan. Got the whale of a husband out of the country for one week, and the movers should be here on Monday. Dudley and me will disappear, and no one will be able to touch us. Then they arrived at where the other Hogwarts students stood: next to a brand new silver Volvo XC90 SUV. ‘Pinky,’ said Petunia, and a nervous house elf appeared, ‘please, can you take these trunks home and place them into their rooms?’ She turned as the elf went to obey her. ‘Hello, my name is Petunia Dursley, may I ask yours?’ Petunia said as she glanced at each of the boys. The blonde one looked like the man who came to visit her but on the short side, and the other two were tall an on the chubby side.

‘My name is Draco Malfoy, on my right is Gregory Goyle, and on my left is Vincent Crabbe,’ Draco said, with a bow of his head.

‘Glad to meet all of you. Please, get into the car, and we will set off. Harry, show them how to buckle in. Vernon would not let me drive my own car down here and changed all the setting I had placed. It will take me some time to adjust the setting to my liking.’

Harry just looked at his Aunt. She never said anything out of place about Uncle Vernon. Is this my Aunt? ‘Aunt Petunia, can you tell me Uncle Vernon’s nickname for Dudley?’

Harry said all this pulling out the spare wand Sirius had given him last year for his safety, without the Ministry knowing he was using magic outside of Hogwarts. The three Slytherins watched all this and stepped backwards as a unit, a precaution measure in case a stray hex came their way.

Petunia turned around and smiled at Harry. ‘It’s Dudleykins, Harry. I always thought it was a disgusting name, and Vernon made me say it all the time. Does that answer your question? I’ll even give you something extra to believe that I am your Aunt Petunia. Dudley used to play Harry Hunting with you, and you were the bait that was beaten by Dudley and his gang of yobs. Plus, my family used you like a house elf. Will that suffice for now, Harry?’

Harry just nodded his head and turned toward his guests. ‘Malfoy, you will have to go in the middle because you are smaller than Crabbe and Goyle and short enough so my Aunt can see out the back window. Do any of you know about seatbelts?’

‘I do, Potter. My grandfather had an old Triumph Herald,’ said Greg jumping right in and buckling himself in.

‘Then you can teach the rest of your mates in the backseat.’ Harry closed Greg’s door, walked to the front of the car, opened the door, and got in next to his aunt, who was now programming her radio station. ‘Aunt Petunia, everyone is buckled up and ready to go. What are you trying to do?’

‘I am switching over to Digital Radio and getting my fix of good music, not the trash your Uncle listens to. So, everyone ready?’ Petunia said as she looked around inside the car. ‘Harry, everything is going to be okay. I know that Mr. Black cared about you very much, and he went to the Ministry to help you, so don’t blame yourself for his death. I know there is a person who wants you to blame yourself. Just don’t, okay? I know you are a good person and carry the wizarding world’s fate on your shoulders. Soon you will have help so you won’t have to carry that burden alone,’ said Petunia as she turned around to start the car and drive it home.

Surrey

‘This is our humble abode. Please come in,’ said Petunia as she got out the car and walked up the drive. ‘Harry, please close your mouth; it’s really me. Because if I was not your Aunt you should have checked that out before you got into my car, Harry.’ Petunia laughed as she went into the house. Petunia had to laugh because Harry’d never seen this side of her, and he was now doubting if she was his Aunt or someone else. I wonder what he will do now to find out.

Harry looked outside of the car and closed his mouth like his Aunt told him to do. It was the strangest moment in his life; the drive from the station was the most interesting thing he had ever seen living with the Dursleys.

‘Potter, that woman is your Aunt, correct? I don’t want to walk into that house, not knowing if it safe. What if the Dark Lord is in there?’ said Malfoy as he looked at a dazed Potter.

‘Well, is she your Aunt or what? Close your gob and answer the question, you idiot,’ said Goyle, as he looked at the front of the house from the backseat of the car.

‘I just don’t know. I have an emergency Portkey that will override any ward for Apparition. Stay close so if we can’t handle what’s in there we run. If I say “Malfoy” at the door please touch you Galleons. Have your wands ready for anything. I go first, then Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle. I want us to be safe and watch for all surprises.’

As one, the teens left the car and walked towards the house. Harry stepped inside and stopped between the dining room and the lounge area. Boxes were lined up on one side of the room, and by magic things were being placed inside another. Harry shook his head and pulled his wand out of its holder. ‘Who are you and what have you done to my Aunt?’

‘Harry, I am Petunia Dursley, soon to be Petunia Evans…very soon. I want to go and get changed to something more comfortable, and then we will talk.’ Petunia said this but Harry never lowered his wand from the woman. ‘Harry, I always bought you cranberry juice; it’s your favourite; no one but you and me knows this.’

Harry lowered his wand. ‘I had to be sure, Aunt Petunia. You were not acting like you usually do, and it was scaring me. I thought you were a Death Eater.’

‘I understand, Harry. We are having company staying, and then we all are leaving. I will explain everything when I come down after I change. Dudley will be home in about one hour. It will give me enough time to explain everything you need to know about the Evans family.’

Harry watched his Aunt going upstairs and then looked around this house. This would be his last time here in the house.

‘Potter, what’s going on here, are we staying here or we’re going someplace else?’ Malfoy said as he looked at the same boxes being packed away.

‘Good question, Malfoy; it seems we all will be informed about where we will live when my Aunt comes back down. Let’s all go to the dinning room and wait for her? Pinky, please bring us tea, biscuits and light sandwiches to the dinner room table.’

As the teens were settled down in the dinner room, Petunia came down the stairs in blue jeans and a t-shirt that read ‘I Outsmarted a Powerful Wizard and Lived to Tell About It’, picked a wooden box and headed toward the dinner room to sit at the head of the table.

‘Hello again. I’m sure there are many questions that you want to ask, especially Harry; all that I ask is that you hold all of them, until I am finished. I want this done before our guest arrives,’ Petunia said as she looked around the table to make sure everyone understood what she asked.

‘This is the contract Harry, me and Lord Malfoy signed for the welfare of not only all of you but also of me and Dudley. Harry, you weren’t the only person in this house that was abused and beaten. You know I have tried to help you when I could. Vernon had this picture of a perfect family, and I have never fitted into that picture. When I had Dudley, your Uncle’s obsession was nothing more than idle thoughts; he put no true intent in reinforcing his views; Vernon had sometimes hit me but he would always apologize afterwards. But all that changed when you came here to live with us. I had to leave, but not because you are a wizard, Harry. It was because you did not fit the picture that Vernon visualizes: to have more than his parents, have one child and a proper wife who stays at home and never belittles her husband. I knew then I had to run. So I left, got a house, a job and a new set of friends. But that was changed one day by Dumbledore the almighty. I had to go back to my husband. He did not care if Vernon hurt us; all he said was it was for the greater good of the wizarding world. Getting your head beaten in was for the greater good and it would make you humble. But the truth is it programmes you to be weak and gracious when someone shows you a kind hand. I knew then he only wanted to use you. Plus the fact he said he would spell the court in Vernon’s favour, and I would lose both of my children to that ass of a man! So I went back, and he beat me for one week non-stop for leaving him. The reason I’m telling all of you and not just Harry about Vernon and Dumbledore is because we are now family, not strangers. When I signed that paper everything changed for me. I had choices again, which could not be interfered with by the whale or the man. Are there any questions at this point?’

‘No, Aunt Petunia, you can go on. We already know about Dumbledore’s manipulations of people’s lives for the greater good,’ Harry said with a sad smile.

‘Then let’s get to the good part. This house is both mine and yours, Harry, so we will split the sale down in half. The Evans family is very well off; Vernon never knew how much we have, and he’s not entitled to any of it. So here are Lily’s vault keys and deeds of purchase of the Slytherin castle that she owned. Dudley will share my part and will never want. My parents never thought very well of Vernon but offered him a position at one of the companies that they own. He still doesn’t know about that one. By Tuesday he will be fired and sent home for the fraudulent dealing he has been involved with for some time. When he gets here the house will already be sold and he will be served an arrest warrant by the police. Vernon was in many nasty things and I have proof of them. He won’t be able to post bail; he will stay there until his trail; then, jail for him. These are the positive things that have happened these last four months. But what spurred this was finding out you have another Aunt. I am really your cousin, Harry, but you will always be my nephew.’

Petunia paused there to give Harry time to take in all of this information he’d been given in such short notice. Petunia pushed a glass of water toward him and then began again.

‘Harry, you will always be my nephew as Lily will always be my sister. We were raised together in that belief. Lily’s mother died in giving birth to her. Lily’s mother was a flower child and understood what she was getting in when she had Lily. The father loved Lily but could not raise her, being in the American Military and married. He wanted to give his wife and marriage a chance and gave Lily to my parents to rise, and they were happy with this. My mother could not have anymore children and was happy with the new addition. Your grandfather is dying of cancer when Samantha Carter contacted me, hoping to reach Lily before he died. I can read people’s aura and things that they have touched. I got a good feeling from her and her letter. She offered to take your guardianship, Harry. I need to leave with Dudley so he can be trained. Dudley is an empathic; he’s not strong enough to carry a wand, but strong enough to recognize magical signatures. I am a Squib in a long line of Squibs with few magical traits. Lily was the only one to be a full witch. I am proud of her. I know I’m giving you all of this shite now and telling you all of a new guardian. But you have to look at it this way. She’s American and Dumbledore can not touch her. She has an outstanding Military career and personal wealth from her father’s side. She can stand up to Dumbledore. I can’t, Harry, not at this time of my life. I’m too weak-minded and Dumbledore has had a long time to create stories that may manipulate my public image if he decided to bring them to light, Harry,’ Petunia said taking deep breaths and trying not to cry.

‘I know she will be the stronger person that can help you. I would not just leave you and your lot with a strange woman, Harry. This summer you need to get to know her and the family. Christmas and New Year will be with both of us. After Dudley finishes this special course this summer we will be moving to Colorado, where your guardian lives. I will give all of you some time to take this information in. I like to make my own coffee. See you in twenty minutes.’ Petunia pushed back her seat and left the room for the kitchen, to give them time to adjust to the new living arrangements.

‘Potter, she can’t possibly pawn us off on some Muggle, can she? Give me this contract you and my Father made; there must be a loophole in this.’

‘Malfoy, there’s none; we made it so guardianship could be transferred to my godfather Sirius when he was clear of charges. I don’t trust people often, Malfoy, but I do trust my Aunt Petunia now. If she says Samantha Carter is good and trustworthy, I believe her. I’m now remembering all she has done to keep Vernon not beating me or Dudley. We are going to the States, so deal with it. Plus, like she said, it may bring new venues for all of us. Let me see what’s in the box.’ Harry opened the lid and took a bunch of papers out of it. ‘My passport and all of yours, and the guardianship papers for all of us signed by Samantha Carter. I believe when she signed my papers it magically signed yours. I have this feeling she doesn’t know about the rest of you.’

‘Harry, you did not live a great life; I’m sorry about that. But I understand what you went through. Vincent and I live with our grandfathers, because our parents used to beat us too. Our grandfathers saved us before it got worse,’ said Vincent, with a nod of understanding.

‘So, Potter, we are spending the summer with a Yank, what fun. Greg, what is wrong? You have a confused look on your face’

‘Draco, Pinky is that crazy elf, Dobby’s brother right? The one who has a split personality?’ Greg said as he looked at the elf, which was talking to itself and answering back.

‘Oh, Merlin, father gave us the crazy one. This day can not get any better. Is there anything else you have noticed that we have not, Greg?’ said Draco as he banged his head on the dining room table.

‘Cheer up, Dray, he’s the only elf that goes unnoticed by your mother. She’s scared of it.’

‘Hell, I’m scared of it too!’

‘Let’s not dwell on that for long. I kind of tuned out when Harry’s Aunt said she was giving him Salazar Slytherin’s vault keys and the lost Slytherin Castle. I did not care for anything after that. That’s important! It might make Harry the true Slytherin Heir, not the Dark Lord,’ Greg said nodding his head, and the switch was turned on for the other teens after those sentences.

Harry reached for the documents that Aunt Petunia gave to him.

To My True Heir

If you are reading this then you are either a Witch or a Wizard. Congratulations, you have broken the curse and can receive my wealth and the full family talents. It also means every child descending of my marriage with Isabella Disney will come into their magical ability when they are born. Only thing I wish of you is to correct all the misdeeds done by me and any Wizard or Witch from my first marriage with Lady Elizabeth Walton. That marriage was only to get an Heir in the first place and nothing else. She had control issues and was slightly unbalanced. I had to place her in a place for the unhealthy and renounce her as my wife and place our Heir with my elderly Uncle, who tried to warn me that my ways were wrong. I finally listened when I fell in love with Muggleborn Isabella Disney, my only love, and we married. I cast out my son when I found out he killed my Uncle, not knowing he was placed under an Imperius Curse by his mother. Lady Elizabeth was truly evil; she made my son do evil things under that curse. She made her own son sleep with her, kill innocent children, our cherished Uncle and many more things I cannot say or want to remember.

My outcast son Salazar was wound in a fight with Godric in a bid to takeover Hogwarts. As he was healing, Helga found out he was under the curse. I came and tried to correct some of the things his mother did to him. One of them was making him my Heir again. Unfortunately he could not deal with the sorrow of Uncle’s death or the child he conceived with her. He created a potion for a slow death; he wanted to avenge the wrongs she’d done. Elizabeth killed our son instead, and then came after us once Salazar’s child was born. We stopped her but with a price. She cursed our children to be Squibs and miserable, to never claim their wealth and heritage. I countered that curse to make sure all children from her did not have my true wealth and people saw their true nature be it evil or good. I did not want Salazar’s children to be poor or shunned because of Elizabeth’s evil ways. I made sure that they would have personal wealth and status within the magical enclave. This is the reason she married me for, and I would not let my children go without. So I made a spell to reflect their true selves. If they have an evil heart their wealth will disappear in time, if good lies in their heart they will never be poor. I also made it so that they will never be my Heir; my family castle and vaults are yours, my son’s children vaults will be taken from what I arranged for Elisabeth when we wed. My son’s children are out there. There’s a book in my library that allows you to always know what they are doing in any place they live. Keep the book close to you at all times, my Heir, and stay safe.

Please do all you can to correct the wrongs that Elizabeth children have done to the wizard world, and bring the good name of Slytherin back to its former glory.

At the castle there will be things to help you achieve that goal.

Sincerely

Lord Salazar Slytherin

Harry finished reading the letter out loud and set it down on the table, looking around to see the reactions to its words. Draco’s head was still on the table; Vincent was impassive as usual, and again it was Greg’s facial expression that was calling upon his attention. ‘Greg, may I have your thoughts on the matter?

‘The Dark Lord’s ancestor was a crazy hag, she slept with her only son and drove the poor bloke crazy. Not only that, genes and blood will away show through. My grandfather says that all the time. He was telling the truth. The Dark Lord is few Knuts short to make a full Galleon. We all know this! This is only proof of it,’ Greg said, with a nod of his head. Greg reached over to the letter and took it out of Harry’s hand to read it again.

‘Can I show this to my grandfather? He will have so much fun out of it. He loves good gossip!’

‘Is he serious?’

‘Yes, that Greg…he loves to gather information and store it away for later, when he and his grandfather can blackmail people with it. Greg is very good at blackmail, Potter.’ Draco said each word in a muffled way. His head was still resting on the table.

‘Malfoy, get over yourself already,’ Harry said with irritation in his voice, just before Aunt Petunia broke in the room again.

‘Wonderful, everyone is getting along. I personally think we should go by our first names instead of our last. We are family, not strangers. I should say it’s not a request but an order. Besides, your first names will surely be more inconspicuous, should anyone hear you talk, than your family names. Dudley will be here soon, and we can order some Chinese from the restaurant up the road. I really don’t trust the elf we were given. Sometimes it tells me he’s going to take over the world and to bow down to him. Then it squeaks and says, “Brain, what I can do to help you take over the world?” I don’t let it around sharp things,’ Petunia said as the elf started to wrap her mother’s china. Then she looked down and noticed Harry’d read the letter from their ancestor.

‘Interesting reading; wasn’t it, Harry?’

‘Yes, Aunt Petunia, it was, to find out that Salazar Slytherin married a Muggle and fell in love, but his first wife was complete nuts. That’s more than interesting, it’s a gold mine of trouble; some people will not take kindly my redoing of history. Is there anything else you want to throw at me, Aunt Petunia?’ Harry said as he glanced at his smiling Aunt. Petunia to him always looked like a horse-faced woman with a lot of stress lines. Now, with a new haircut, her brown hair had natural red lights, and in the blue jeans she looked younger, hell, even beautiful. Yeah, being depressed can and will make one look bad. I’m glad she’s in a better position.

‘Yes, show them how to order food from the menu for the Chinese. Sleeping arrangements okay for everyone is-

Slam

‘Dudley, slamming the doors is a very rude habit that you will break, or I will place you on punishment. Will you come in here and meet our new relatives and say hello to Harry?’ Petunia yelled from the dinner room and smirked when she noticed the blonde one shudder when she said ‘our new relatives’. This would be fun.

‘Sorry, Mum, I did not mean it to slam like that,’ Dudley said as he walked into the room to greet the new members of the family. His mum was at the head of the table; on her left were two boys his age and height of five feet eleven; one had black hair and brown eyes and the other had medium brown hair with blue eyes. On her right was a blonde who looked like Harry’s height of five feet ten. Harry left his chair and came over to him and gave him a hug.

‘Harry, sorry about all the things I did; if I did not do what he said he could have done a lot worse to me and mum.’ Dudley said all of this in a whisper in Harry’s ear.

‘I understand, Big D; this place was hell for all of us. I’m sorry that I blame you subconsciously for all the wrongs that were done to me. We both are starting new, yes?’ Harry said in a very tight voice.

‘Yes, Harry, we will. I love you, cus,’ Dudley said, giving Harry a tight hug back.

Ring

Petunia went to answer the telephone in the other room.

‘Harry, introduce me to our new family members.’

‘On the right of table is Draco Malfoy, on the left, the black-haired one is Gregory Goyle and next to him is Vincent Crabbe. Your mum asked us to figure out what we want for dinner at the Plum Dragon. I suggest we go for the premium set meal, so it can cover must of people’s different tastes,’ Harry said as he looked at the menu. He really was not in the mood to explain a Muggle takeout menu to purebloods, especially to Draco.

‘Hello everyone, welcome to the family, I hope we will get on like stable sane family members do?’ Dudley said to the seated young teenagers at the table. Dudley turned his head to look at Harry and said, ‘I am okay with that, Harry. But we should order extra so there is enough. Plus, Mum won’t let the crazy elf near our food, after it told mum he wanted to take over the world and then gave her a biscuit to try out.’ Dudley laughed at the memory of his mum being scared of and elf smaller than herself.

‘Potter, I just don’t eat anything like the rest of you. I want to know what I am eating. So please point out what a premium set meal is,’ Draco said as he was reaching for the menu. He’d never had Chinese food Muggle style; it was always made by the elf. Would it be different or would it make him sick? Some name dishes he liked: crispy duck was his favourite. ‘Yes, I can go with that choice but please order extra duck, Greg and myself love it.’ Saying this Draco threw the menu back to Potter hoping he’d drop it. As usual he did not.

Petunia walked back into the dining room and sat down near some boxes. After a few minutes they heard a sigh from her, ‘Pinky’.

Pinky popped in front of Petunia, and she moved backwards away from the creature. ‘Pinky, which of these boxes has my mother's china in them?’

‘Madam, my name is the Brain and you will not address me with that inferior name again. That ugly china is boxed in the kitchen, where it belongs. Not in here with this nice furniture. Do you have any taste whatsoever, young woman? When I take over the world you will have to be given education to improve your taste in china. Good day, Madam.’

Before the elf could pop out Petunia grabbed it by its neck and started to strangle the life out of it. ‘I want the other one, the nice one, not this, crazy son of an elf. Do you hear me? I want the other one!’

By this time Petunia was screaming at the elf, its head going back and forward and finally being pushed into the carpet, which made it squawk.

‘Draco, can you do something about the elf?’ Harry said as he looked on the scene.

‘No, I won’t go near that thing. I hope she kills it myself. That Brain creature torments me and my friends the minute we began to talk. I’m not going anywhere near it. So if you want her to stop, you do it.’ Draco said this drinking out of a glass and hoping she did kill the creature.

Harry reached down and dragged Petunia off the elf. ‘Aunt Petunia, calm down. It’s not fair to pick on someone who is smaller than you.’

The elf pulled itself off the floor and looked at the people in the room. ‘One day I will rule over all of you and you will bow down to me. She’s no better than that one’s mother, who was just as clueless on taste and society standing. I will not tolerate fools among any of you, so I take my leave.’ This time the elf left unmolested. Harry had to struggle to keep his Aunt from reaching for the elf again.

‘Three more days and it will be not my problem.’ A deep sigh was heard from Petunia. ‘Has everyone decided on what they want?’

‘Yes.’

‘Dudley, order the food and have it delivered; Harry, show the boys your room. While you are there, Harry, change into your new clothes and bag up the old ones, okay? Major Carter just called, and she will be here in forty minutes. I will go to the kitchen to get the ugly china and set the table.’ Petunia said all of this going into the kitchen.

‘Mum clearly lost her cool. Thank Merlin that elf is not living with us.’

‘Draco, Greg, and Vincent, come this way. I will show you our room.’

The four boys walked up the stairs. When they reached the landing, Harry said, ‘The bedroom on the right is the guest room. Dudley’s room is on the left at the end.’ Harry walked down the hall some more. ‘This is the main bedroom and the family bathroom. Right across the bathroom is our bedroom.’

After that was said, Harry opened the door and walked in. Harry looked inside and was shocked at what he saw. The room resembled the dorm rooms back at Hogwarts. So each boy had a canopy bed with curtains for privacy, with a wardrobe for clothes and shoes storage and a desk for writing. Harry went to the bed near the window; his trunk and Hedwig’s cage were sitting near. He opened the wardrobe and found clothes which would fit him. For the first time today there was a real smile on his face. Pulling out a pair of blue jeans, a logo t-shirt and underwear, he said, ‘I am going to the bathroom for a shower and to dress to meet our new guardian. I will be very quick, so if anyone else wants to go then they can.’ With that Harry left the room.

That left the three boys alone for the first time all day. Each one went to their beds. Vincent started to place some of his clothes in the wardrobe, then he dropped them on his bed. ‘Why am I doing this?

‘I don’t know either, Vincent. We’ve had several bomb shells dropped on us today. We have never been in Muggle England, let alone Muggle America. I am scared, Vincent. But I am a Malfoy, you are a Crabbe and, Greg, you are a Goyle. So we will go on and deal with it. If we don’t we’re dead and everything your grandfathers and my father has done for us will be in vain. I will learn and grow from this. That’s all I will say about this,’ said Draco as he went into his trunk to find clothes himself to meet his new caretaker.

‘I personally will enjoy it. People won’t know us or our families. We will be nobodies. It won’t be “your family is a follower and you must be evil”. I’m going to jump into this with my two feet first and eyes closed. Because what we had before was living on the edge all the time. I’m not saying it will be great, I’m saying it will be less stressful for us.’ Greg said all this also putting four of his Muggle clothes into the wardrobe and placing a set on the bed.

Harry re-entered the room. ‘Ok, I’m done in the shower, who’s next so I can show them how it works?’

As Harry said this Greg ran out of the room and into the bathroom waiting for Harry. Harry turned and walked back out. ‘Greg, I cleaned out the bath after I used it. Here’s the Flash, it’s a muti-cleaner for any surface; it kills germs.’ Harry stopped as he looked at the dazed look on Greg face. ‘It’s liquid soap that you use to clean after yourself, and no, the house elf will not clean after us. Do you really want to have that elf do everything for you, Greg?’ Again Harry stopped and gave Greg a pointed look.

‘How do I use this bottle?’ Greg said as he held the bottle in his hand and the nuzzle toward his face.

Harry took the bottle out of Greg’s hand. ‘First always point the nuzzle, the thing that was pointing toward your face, towards surfaces and push this trigger, and it will spray its fluids out. And here’s where the new wash clothes are kept for cleaning yourself and cleaning the bath. Pull back the curtain to cover the bath, and then go to the taps: left is hot and right is cold. When you have your desired warmth push down this round bit here and the shower is on. When you’re done, turn off the hot and cold and push up the middle, clean the shower, and everything is ready for the next person. I’ll leave you to it; okay, Greg?’ Harry said this and left the main bathroom of the house.

When Harry walked to their joint room he found his Aunt there. ‘Harry, could you show Vincent and Draco how to use the bathrooms en-suite in both the main bathroom and the guest room for me? And when you are done, could you bring those used clothes downstairs so we can burn them?’ said Petunia going out of the room.

Then Harry showed each of the boys how to use the Muggle shower room. Harry came back into the room and started a pile of unwanted clothes that needed to be burnt. When he was done he sat down at his desk to start a letter to advise his team there would be a meeting tomorrow night. In his mind Harry knew he had to tell this new Aunt about the wizarding world. He didn’t want anyone who was dealing with him not to know. So he would introduce all his key players to his new Aunt and go from there. If she didn’t want anything to do with him and his world, he would just alter her memory a bit and live at Slytherin Castle in Scotland. He finished the letter and sent it to Arthur; he would do the rest.

As Harry was finishing the letter all the teenage boys were back and dressed, ready to go downstairs.

‘Harry, are you ready? It’s time to go downstairs to meet your Aunt and plan a way to explain to her about Magic Folk,’ Vincent said as he was heading out of the bedroom door.

‘Great, everyone is ready. Dudley, you called the Chinese restaurant?’

‘Yes, mum. I even set the table.’

Ding Dong

Petunia walked toward the door and opened it to find a young woman in her early thirties in military dress - Air Force blues - standing in front of her.

‘Hello, my name is Major Samantha Carter, are your Mrs Petunia Dursley?’ said the Major with a smile on her face.

‘Yes, I am. But I have changed it to Ms Petunia Evans now. Please come in.’ Petunia said this with a big smile on her face. She saw no negative aura or evil about her. Petunia glazed at the Major to find anything that resembled Lily. She did not find it at the moment.

Petunia opened the door wider for the Major to come in and watched the group of teenages gawk at the woman.

‘Major Carter, I would like you to meet the young men that are now in your care. The boy on the left of medium height with glasses is Harry Potter, on the right of him with brown hair is Vincent Crabbe, and next to him with sandy blonde hair is Gregory Goyle,’ said Petunia, as each teenager walked toward the Major to shake her hand in greeting and to acknowledge themselves. Petunia kept going with the introduction, trying not look at the confused Major’s face. ‘On the left of Harry, the slightly shorter platinum blonde is Draco Malfoy, and the taller, chubby one is my son Dudley Dursley.’ Each of the teens repeated what the other teens did in greeting the Major.

‘Pinky, could you take the Major’s bags to the guest room and bring in tea for everyone please?’

Crack

A house elf appeared and looked up at Petunia. ‘Yes, I can do that for you Mistress, how many will be for tea?’

Pinky walked over to the Major and took her luggage, looked at her and nodded his head in acknowledgement.

‘Thor?’

‘No, Mistress, my name sometimes is Pinky and others it’s the Brain,’ Pinky said as it turned toward Petunia for further instructions, not noticing that Samantha was shaking her head in confusion.

‘It will be seven of us for tea, and could you please also set up the table for serving it? Lets all adjourn into the lounge to explain some details of the guardianship of the boys.

Major Samantha Carter was in shock. When she walked into the house she was only expecting three people and one of these persons was coming home with her. Now it would be three teenagers and a Pinky and a Brain that looked like Thor from the Asgrad race. I thought I’d left strange shit back home at the SGC. She followed the others in the lounge and watched as Pinky popped in and out with cups of tea and asking each one of them what they had in their teas. She had enough.

‘Pardon Petunia, but what the hell’s going on here?’ Samantha said, standing in the middle of the room with a cup in her hand.

TBC.