The Dursley Descendent by krumflies11392
Chapter Notes: JKR owns it all. Thank you halfbloodprincess22, my temporary beta, for editing. She will be my beta for my next story coming soon- Pot O' Love. I am sorry to all my fans for the long wait! I hope you enjoy this thrilling and twisted chapter filled with surprises and crucial information!
Alberta woke up early to see her husband snoring loudly next to her. She turned off her buzzing alarm clock so Dudley would not wake. She snuck out of the covers without a sound and tiptoed to the closet.
She whipped out some clothes and vanished into the bathroom. Minutes later, she came out all dressed and crept downstairs.
Grabbing a granola bar from the pantry, Alberta turned to the door. However, her son appeared in front of her, and she jumped.
“Mum, where are you going?” It was Stanley looking at her with curiosity in his bold blue eyes.
“I have a letter to deliver,” she replied, smiling.
Stanley wasn’t sure she was telling the truth. “Well, why did you have to wake up so early? I don’t think the post office is even open yet.”
Alberta glanced at her watch. It read 6:02. “Well, I’m just dropping it off and it needs to be delivered as soon as possible.”
“Oh,” Stanley sighed. “Okay, bye.” He gave her a hug, sat down on the couch, and turned the television on.
Alberta strolled out the door and drove down the street. About ten minutes later, she stopped outside a small forest. It was still dark out, but she could see the sun ascending from the horizon. She might be too late.
She exited, approached the dark trees, and stepped inside. She looked around until she spotted something brown and grey above her.
“Hey there, Perrell,” she said, petting the owl resting on the branch about to close his eyes.
Alberta pulled a letter out of her pant pocket and unfolded it. She placed the note in Perrell’s beak, and he flew up out of the forest.
* * * * * * * * * *
“MUM! DAD!” an eleven-year old boy ran into his parent’s room. The sun was barely up and radiated through the blinds of the windows.
“What is it, Sirius?” his father said from across the bed.
“Do you know what time it is?” his mother asked as she opened her eyes slowly to reveal the time on the clock.
“There’s an owl outside my window!” Sirius exclaimed. His father slowly got up and followed him into the room. His mother followed them.
“See!” Sirius said pointing to the brown-grey owl outside Sirius’ window. His father opened the window with his wand and the little chubby owl wobbled inside. Sirius took the letter out of the owl’s beak and read the front. “It’s for you, Dad. See it says ‘Mr. Harry Potter’,” he said handing him the letter.
Harry rubbed his eyes. He turned the envelope over and opened it and read it out loud,
Dear Harry,
How are you? I know we have not talked in a while, but I ask of a favor. I am married to a Muggle and have two sons, Shawn and Stanley. Yesterday, Stanley received a letter that he was accepted to Hogwarts. The only problem is I cannot take him to the station because my husband will suspect something when I don’t bring Stanley back until next summer. Since your son will be starting Hogwarts this year as well, I was wondering if Stanley could stay with you for the rest of the summer. He does not know much about the wizarding world either, but he could become friends with your son so he knows someone at Hogwarts to help him. He does not have any supplies either, so it would be so kind if you could take him to Diagon Alley as well. Please reply with your response. Thanks.
-Alberta
“Alberta wrote to you?” Ginny said with slight confusion. “What does she want? I thought she would surely get married to my brother.”
“I guess not,” Harry replied. He folded the letter back up and placed it on Sirius’ dresser.
“Oh, Dad can we let Stanley come over this summer? PLEASE!” Sirius pleaded. “I will find someone to go to Hogwarts with.”
“What about the twins, Molly and Matthew?” Ginny asked, referring to Ron and Hermione’s children.
“They are not old enough yet, Ginny,” Harry responded. “I believe they have one more year still.”
“Yah, Mum. Anyways all they like to do are mix boring potions every time I go over,” Sirius added.
“I bet Ron is preparing them for Potions,” Harry murmured to Ginny.
“But…,” she started. “Snape is dead . What does he have to worry?” Ginny whispered back.
Harry glanced to see if Sirius was eavesdropping before continuing. “I guess you didn’t here who was the new teacher.”
“Who?” Ginny asked with curiosity.
“Igor Karkaroff Jr.” Harry sighed out.
“NO WAY!” Ginny exclaimed. “I would never have guessed Karkaroff would get married and have a kid. So surprising! Probably before his death.”
~FLASHBACK~
“There are too many of them, Harry!” cried Hermione, as the numbered Death Eaters approached Harry with their wands pointed to them. But they had stopped.
Harry turned around and glanced. Ron was on his feet; Hermione was holding her arm because of the massive amount of blood dripping and was helping Ginny, who had recently experienced the Cruciatius Curse. She was lying on the grass, forcing her eyes open to see what was happening.
A Death Eater came forward to Harry, but without any weapon. Still cautious, Harry gripped his wand with his sweating hand. The Death Eater removed his mask and revealed a familiar face.
Igor Karkaroff.
“Karkaroff?” Harry said, amazed.
“Yes, Harry Potter, it is I, Igor Karkaroff,” the low voice responded.
“I thought you were dead!” Harry said, confused.
Karkaroff laughed. “You thought that was really me ? You seem smarter than that.”
“What do want?” Harry snarled.
“Oh, just to mention something to you before your death,” Karkaroff snickered.
“Your fourth year at Hogwarts,” he began, “was the Triwizard Tournament. You, under age, were admitted into the Tournament. As you remember, I was the Headmaster at Durmstrang and of course I knew Viktor was going to win.” He hesitated.
Harry’s eyes bulged. “My gosh, Karkaroff, that was years ago and it was a stupid game!”
“But, because you were born, you were in the cup. You shall pay!” Karkaroff screamed. He thrust his wand and shouted, “Crucio!”
Harry screamed in pain as agony raged through every part of his body. He could hear his friends cry his name, but then a green light hit Karkaroff in the chest and he fell dead to the ground.
Harry turned, to see neither Hermione or Ron with their wands out. But then he saw Ginny lower her wand, and her weak body fell onto Hermione’s arm, seemingly lifeless from her loss of energy.
“Poor Igor, he never knew the truth,” a Death Eater snickered. It was Barty Crouch.
And just then, a hooded figure emerged from the crowd of Death Eaters. Harry grabbed his wand- ready for the last battle.
~FLASHBACK ENDS~
“I know, and I am being somewhat cautious when Sirius goes to school,” Harry stated.
Sirius interrupted Harry and Ginny’s long conversation saying, “So, can Stanley come over or not?”
Ginny looked into Harry’s emerald-green eyes. “I think that will be fine. Sirius will have a playmate for school.”
“Mum, don’t call it a ‘playmate’. That sounds all babyish,” Sirius stated.
“Well, Harry, what do you think?” Ginny asked as she looked deep into her husband.
“Well…,” he began, but Sirius figured out it was a “yes”.
“YAY!” he shouted with a huge toothy grin across his face. “I CAN’T WAIT! YOU’RE THE BEST DAD!” Sirius hugged his father.
“Well I take that as a ‘yes’,” Ginny chuckled as Sirius bounced off the walls with excitement.
“Better write back soon,” Harry replied. “But let’s have some breakfast first.” As he glided down the staircase, he did not even think about how this letter was tied with his strange dream he had had eleven years ago.
* * * * * * * *
“Son, this is the year, you will be great,” an older woman’s croaky voice said to her son as they were walking through a foggy, dense forest. “Your father will be so proud.”
“Anything for him,” an older man’s low voice replied. “I will follow his commands.”
“You will be helping so many people and that is what makes me so proud,” the old lady said, and then hesitated as they weaved through the maze of thick trees. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Mother,” he replied and gave her a small kiss on her wrinkly cheek. “This year will be the last… the last for the Boy Who Lived.”
* * * * * * * *
Stanley was lying on his bed for an hour, thinking. His mother had left the house so early in the morning, that there was no way that her story about going to the post office early was true.
Stanley kept thinking and thinking, until his mind was working faster than a cheetah running through the savannah. But it all stopped when he realized something.
She was contacting wizards.
Wow! This is so cool! She was talking to people that could turn people into toads, appear and disappear, and mix potions together to make bubbling green slime!
A moment after Stanley ended his exciting thought on wizards, he heard a thump at his window. He plopped out of his bed and walked toward his window to see a small grey-brown bird pecking at his window.
Stanley ran out of his room about to tell his father when he passed the staircase to see his mother enter through the front door.
“Mum! Mum!” he whispered loud enough for her to hear him. She turned to see Stanley jumping steps to the bottom of the staircase.
“What is it, sweetie?” she asked concerned.
“Mum, there’s an owl pecking at my window!” Stanley panted, out of breath from running down the steps.
“What?” she replied.
“Come on, I’ll show you!” Stanley responded. He dashed up the staircase with Alberta following right behind him. Stanley turned into his room and walked up to the window.
“Stanley, there’s nothing here. What did this owl look like?” she asked with curiosity.
“Umm…,” he began. “Brown and grey, with a letter in its beak.”
“Oh, God,” Alberta replied as she heard Dudley waking up down the hallway.
But before Stanley could even ask “why?”, loud pecking noises came from the guest bedroom.
Alberta rushed into the next room as Stanley curiously followed behind her.
“That’s it!” Stanley exclaimed, seeing the same owl perched at the guest bedroom windowsill.
Alberta quickly opened the window and snatched the note from the owl’s beak, and the small owl flew off into the distant sunny sky.
“What is all the ruckus?” Alberta and Stanley turned rapidly to see Dudley at the doorway rubbing his eyes.
“Oh, hi honey, you’re up,” Alberta said, sweetly as she gave Dudley a kiss.
“What were you and Stanley doing?” Dudley asked with an eyebrow raised.
“We were…,” Alberta began.
“Just letting a wasp out. See, Dad, I woke up and I saw a wasp in my room. I called Mom and we found it in the guest bedroom and shooed it out the window,” Stanley finished.
“Yes, Stanley was a little frightened by the wasp,” Alberta replied as she secretly winked at Stanley.
“Okay,” Dudley said. “I’m starved, Alberta are you in the mood for waffles? Because I..,”
“Sure, honey,” she said, kissing her husband once again as she headed down the staircase to begin making waffles.
Stanley pulled the covers over his body as he looked out the window to see the black sky covering the neighborhood. He closed the book he was reading, flipped the light off, pulled up the covers, and went to sleep.
Stanley woke up as he heard a sound. He glanced around his room, but only saw shadows casting off his bed and his head. He heard a thump and turned to see a mysterious figure at his window. Stanley almost squealed as he looked closer at who, or what, was there.
“Stanley?” the voice asked through the window.
“How do you know my name?” Stanley asked, shaking.
“Your mother sent me to come pick you up to take you to Hogwarts- I am a good wizard.”
Stanley went from frightened to excited. “Really?” he asked, not believing what he was hearing.
“Can you open the window? We need to leave soon!” the man’s voice asked.
“Sure,” Stanley replied as he unlatched the lock on the window. The man squeezed through the window and Stanley turned the lamp on to see a tall man with messy black hair and glasses dressed in dark green robes. He was holding a broom and had an interesting lightning-bolt shaped scar on his forehead.
“Well, Stanley, pack up something you really want to bring- pajamas, clothes, etc. We will be buying your supplies later,” the man stated.
Stanley grabbed a bag from his closet and started to pack up some things. He picked up the bag and walking towards the wizard, tripped on the side of his bed, landing on the ground with a thud.
“Hope no one heard that,” Stanley whispered but it was too late when Shawn, who was spying on Stanley, darted from Stanley’s doorway towards Dudley and Alberta’s room.
“Oh, great!” the man said. “Quickly, we must hurry.” He let out a hand to help Stanley up and squeezed through the window and hung off his wooden broomstick.
“WHO ARE YOU, YOU BURGLAR? GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! I WILL CALL THE POLICE!” Dudley roared from the hallway, and Alberta followed. “GET AWAY FROM MY SON!” Dudley ran into the room as the man hovered outside on his broomstick and Stanley was about to climb out the window.
As the family approached the light, Dudley and the man outside gasped at the same moment.
“HARRY?!” Dudley roared.
“DUDLEY?” Harry replied.
“YOU ARE NOT TAKING MY SON TO A WIZARD SCHOOL!” Dudley jumped to grab Stanley, who was about to grasp Harry’s hand. He grabbed Stanley’s leg and pulled, but Harry pulled him harder.
Alberta, behind Dudley and Shawn, snuck her wand out of her pocket and quietly muttered a few words. Stanley flew up into the air and landed perfectly on the broomstick.
“NOO!!” Dudley cried, and Alberta repeated after him as a decoy. Harry turned on his broom and flew up into the air. Stanley gazed around and when his house was almost out of sight, he saw his mother blow a kiss from the window.
“So, who are you again? I didn’t catch a name,” Stanley asked with curiosity and they flew over the many homes in the neighborhood.
The man hesitated. “My name… is Harry Potter.”