43 Chapter 1 - 4 Pivot Drive (1/2)

A loud crash came from inside a certain house located on Privet Drive. It sounded as if someone had fallen tripped over something in shock. Footsteps sounded as someone approached the door and opened it, revealing a thin, blond haired woman with a rather long neck. Her dim eyes narrowed at her visitors before widening in shock.

”Hello, Tuney,” Annie Pettigrew greeted, dressed in a simple brown dress with a red cloak over it.

”Y—you!” Petunia Dursley pointed shakily with boney finger at the woman before her snapping her hand down. She then took on a stern, almost hateful expression as she glared at her. ”What do you want.”

”Just guiding Vincent and Arnya here,” Sister An explained, moving aside to show two youths.

One was a rather beautiful black haired girl with blood red eyes who sat in an equally red wheelchair, preoccupied with a book in her hands. The other, was a young boy, with slightly long messy dark hair, and bright golden eyes. Her eyes caught onto several odd things about the boy.

His belt had an odd number of small box like pockets with each one being large enough for a hand to fit through, metal wristbands that had strange symbols on it. However, weird enough, what disturbed her the most was the black shirt he had on. A rather chilly and fearful feeling emanated from it, it felt like it was cursed.

Vincent immediately widened his eyes, realising what she was looking at, he quickly put on a grey jacket that he had on hand. Almost immediately, that feeling was gone. Petunia took in a deep breath, realising that she had been holding it.

”Sorry, got into a little scuffle along the way so I forgot to cover it,” Vincent apologised.

Petunia didn't get any time to speak as a tall, messy, black haired man came out from one of the rooms, smiling wide as he spotted them.

”Hey, Vince, Arnya, Annie,” Sirius Black greeted.

”Got a small haircut have you Sirius?” Vincent smiled at the man as he pushed Arnya inside.

”Got a bit out of hand even for me!” Sirius laughed before turning to Sister An who raised an eyebrow.

”Hello, Sirius,” Sister An greeted. She narrowed her eyes at him. ”I trust that you've kept yourself out of trouble while you were here.”

Before Sirius could answer that question, she sighed. ”If it's alright with you, I want to talk to Pertunia here for a bit longer.”

Sirius frowned before nodding as he re-entered the living room.

The first thing Vincent thought off when he entered the room, was that it was oddly clean. The room consisted of a very peachy pink with several pictures for decoration and a singular shelf in the corner. There was also a boarded up fireplace that had an electric fireplace in front of it.

”Vincent!” Vincent found a boy with round glasses, standing up from a couch. Right beside him was a single case off luggage and an empty birdcage.

”Yeah, everything's fine,” Harry sighed as he set down the tray. ”No one's been bothering me for ever since Sirius has come. Mostly ignore us half the time when they could.”

”You didn't scare them in any way did you Sirius?” Vincent asked as Sirius walked into the room.

”Why does everyone think that?” Sirius grumbled. ”They did say five right? Anyone know why they haven't come yet?”

A couple of weeks ago, Vincent received a letter from one of his friends, Ron Weasley, informing him that his family was heading to the Quidditch cup, an iconic sport of Wizards, and asked if he wanted to come. While Vincent's feelings towards Quidditch was close to none, Sister An insisted that he go anyway. So he sent a mail saying that he'll meet them at Harry's to get picked up.

A loud thump came from the kitchen, making Vincent look towards it. In it he saw and extremely...large boy to put it kindly.

”Well, hello there, you must be Dudley right?” Vincent walked over to the boy. ”My names Vinc—

Dudley's face paled and, before Vincent's eyes, he shot off in at a speed that was not befitting of his size.

Vincent blinked in surprise and turned to Harry. ”Did I do something wrong?”

”Well, he's rather scared of...magic,” Harry sighed. ”Well, not just him, my Aunt and Uncle, they absolutely loathe it.”

Vincent frowned slightly as he looked in the direction Dudley ran. They were both muggles, but both react differently to magic. One fears it, the other finds as something wondrous and amazing.

”No ones the same, huh?” Vincent muttered to himself shaking his head.

...

”It's been what, fifthteen, twenty years since we last talk?” Annie questioned as Petunia scoffed.

”Who cares how long its been, don't act like we were ever friends.”

”Now that stings,” Annie simply smiled warmly as she leaned against the staircase. ”I thought we were rather close.”

”You and my sister were close, me?” Petunia scowled. ”She bonded more with you than with me, her own sister.”

Annie's smile faded slightly as she let out a deep breath. She glanced to the side of the stairway and frowned. She then looked back up to Petunia. ”I suppose this is the cupboard I've heard so much about? The one that Harry had to live under for eleven years.”

Petunia's eyes turned stern. ”You have no right to inquire about what goes on in this house—”

Annie's eyes blazed for a good second, making Petunia flinch. ”Whether I have the right or not, that boy is my best friends son, Lily's own flesh and blood, and your nephew. If I had known how Harry was treated, I would have stormed in here long ago and taken him away.”

Petunia looked fearful for a good moment before her face settled back into that stern look. ”Hmph, the boy should be grateful, having a home and shelter that we provide...”

Sister An just had her arms folded as she watched Petunia rambled on and on about how much she hated Harry and his mother. Throughout her outburst, Sister An didn't look anger, nor sad. Instead she just stood there, hearing the older woman out.

”She'll run out of steam soon,” Annie thought.

Sure enough, without anyone arguing back, Petunia soon ran out of insults and was barely grasping at straws.

”You finished?” Annie asked with a raised brow.

”...” Petunia kept her silence, giving her answer.

”Good.” Annie sighed.

SLAP!

Petunia, stunned, raised her hand to the red hand mark on her face.

”You know full well, you deserved that and more,” Petunia, about to yell, cast her eyes down as Annie took her hand back. ”I know, I know all too well what it feels like to have someone close to you die. Don't take your frustration out on your nephew.”

”We were never close,” Petunia growled softly as she rubbed her cheek.

”No? Only someone that has truly loved or cared for her would feel that way about her,” Sister Annie muttered. ”No matter how much you hated her, you really did love your sister didn't you, Tuney?”

Petunia chose not to answer as she continued to glare at Annie who silently stared back. After a while, Petunia averted her gaze.

”What do you want?” Petunia said through her gritted teeth.

”Nothing, even if Harry is taken away from here, in the case that he continues to stay here, I want to make sure that he's at least treated well,” Annie gave a small smile. She then made her way to the door. ”Well, that's all I came here for, tell them all that I'm off.”

Petunia's frown deepened. ”Your not going with them?”