Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Strange World ❯ Scene 3 ( Chapter 3 )

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Scene 3

 

[The Dursleys and Harry sat on the sofa, waiting for the arrival of the Weasleys. Petunia frowned at the fireplace, scrutinizing every detail. She sighed and went back to reading one of her Harlequin novels. Five seconds later, he fireplace roared to life, filled with green flames, depositing Arthur as he stood up easily, wiping off the ash off his clothes with a flick of his wand. The other Weasleys arrived one by one, with Molly bringing up the rear. With a flick of a wand, she cleaned the ash off everyone's clothes as well as the area around the fireplace. This brought a noticeable relief upon Petunia.]

 

Petunia: Thank you Mrs. Weasley. [She waves her hand toward the dining room.] And welcome to our home. Please have a seat at the dinner table.

 

[Everyone enters the dining room and seats themselves, with Harry sitting between Ron and Ginny. The table already set up for dinner, Petunia goes into the kitchen, followed by the unseated Molly.]

 

Molly: Can I help you with serving the food?

 

Petunia: That would be most appreciated, I won't mind if you use magic.

 

Molly: Oh, you really have changed. [Taking her wand out.]

 

Petunia: [Shakes head in negative.] No, we've simply returned back to normal.

 

Molly: Is that so… [With a flick of the wand, she levitated all the food into the dining room. The two women seats themselves next to their husband, with Bill on Molly's left and Dudley on Petunia's right.]

 

Harry aside: Aunt Petunia's letting Mrs. Weasley use magic to deliver all the food in here? What in the world has changed her? [With a scan of the room, Harry's thoughts were not alone.]

 

Petunia: Who would like to do the grace?

 

Bill: I would, if you like. [Everyone bows in prayer.] Thank the lord for this gathering of two families with what looks like a fantastic meal. The Weasleys will give thanks to the Dursleys for showing kindness to our kind. Amen.

 

All: Amen.

 

[Everyone digs into the food presented to them. The dinner consisted of steak, mashed potatoes, peas, stuffing and cranberry.]

 

Arthur: So, Mr. Dursley—

 

Vernon: Vernon, please.

 

Arthur: Okay Vernon, who is Elvis Presley? An athlete for the Canadians?

 

[Vernon raised an eyebrow, unable to speak.]

 

Dudley: [Chuckles, looking a bit flabberghasted.] No, he's a singer, I thought even your kind would know the most famous singers.

 

Harry: Dudley, they only know wizard singers and bands.

 

Dudley: Oh, you should have Mr. Weasley listen to some of the famous musicians.

 

Harry: I don't have access to that, you know. [He looks at Petunia and Vernon as to the reason why.]

 

Petunia: [Clearing her throat uncomfortably.] Well, no time like the present, dear? [She looks at Vernon who swallowed nervously.]

 

[Everyone in the room paused their eating dinner (except Ron) and watched Vernon.]

 

Vernon: Yes. [Clears throat.] No time like the present, we've received a letter, you see. From Albus Dumbledore himself through your… postal service on the night of June 18th, and we felt a change in ourselves.

 

Petunia: It was as though electricity was flowing through our bodies, and it wouldn't stop for a full minute. We were terrified.

 

Vernon: Then that feeling stopped, and I turned on the light to read the letter. [Takes a worn-out parchment from his pocket and smooths it out.]

 

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Vernon Dursley,

 

If you are reading this letter, then I am sad to say that I have passed away. The feeling you just experienced was the removal of the spell I had placed on you two. I apologize for forcing you to act so unlike yourselves. I could not have Harry be pampered in a loving care. The reason for this is thus: prepare him for the future he was about to face.

 

I had begun placing this spell on you two an hour after James and Lily have passed away, so that you may focus all your energy and attention on your son than your nephew. When Professor McGonagall told me how they were the `bad sort of muggles,' I knew my spell had succeeded—

 

[Harry slams the cup on the table, causing everyone else to jump in their seats. He then begins speaking softly.]

 

Harry: That's enough, I'm not hungry anymore.

 

[Harry leaves the house, slamming the front door. He looks around in his surrounding and saw a compression of grass approaching him and glared.]

 

Harry: Stay away from me, don't make contact with me. This isn't a world is a teapot thing. [He runs off from the front door stairs.]