The Dursley Descendent by krumflies11392
Chapter Notes: JKR owns it all! Sorry everyone for the HUGE delay and the short chapter- but I have begun the sixth chapter, so it should be out sooner! Thanks phenioxsong22 for editing and halfbloodprincess22 for support!
The city, far beneath Stanley’s hanging feet, was quiet and dark, though an occasional light could be seen from the windows of houses. He could hear the howl of stray dogs and the hoots of awaken owls perched among tree branches as he sat on the broomstick.
What an amazing sight it was! Stanley crossed his arms because of the frigid air as he and the man known as Harry glided; however, almost losing his balance, gripped the broom again. The view reminded him of the movie Peter Pan and how they had soared over the city. The thought made his eyes heavy, and soon, he closed them as the broomstick continued to wheel through the air.
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Stanley’s eyes opened slowly to reveal the sunlight, streaming through the window. He quickly sat up and eyed his surroundings.
He was sleeping on the floor and to his right, was a bed with blue sheets in a big hump. Posters with men on broomsticks covered the walls and in the corner, was a wooden desk with an unfolded letter on top.
Curious about the letter, Stanley quietly got out of the blankets he was sleeping in and tiptoed towards the desk. He picked up the letter on crème stationary and glanced at it. The big Hogwarts crest was stamped neatly at the top, and he realized it was just like the letter he received.
As Stanley twirled around, he saw a head emerge from the lump on the bed. Two hazel eyes stared back at him. Stanley’s heart froze.
There was silence at first, but then the voice beneath the blue sheets spoke.
“Who are you?” the voice whispered.
Stanley stared back at the boy. “I’m Stanley. Someone brought me here last night because my father is a…,” the word slept from his mind, “a non-magical person and… he wasn’t going to let me go to that Wizard school when I got the acceptance letter.”
“You’re Stanley ?” the boy called back. “My dad said you were coming!”
The boy threw off the covers. He was skinny, had dark messy hair, freckles, and emerald-green eyes.
“I can’t believe you are finally here! I have been waiting forever for you to come! You are my first friend I know who is going to Hogwarts with me this year!” the boy exclaimed with bubbling excitement.
“Wow! We are both wizards!” Stanley also exclaimed. “Do you have a wand that can make you do anything?”
The boy looked at him with confusion. “What are you talking about? Don’t you know that you can’t get a wand until you are invited to school?”
“Uh… no,” Stanley replied, confused as well. “I didn’t even know that witches and wizards existed until I got the letter, and my mother told me she was a witch.” Stanley thought back to when his mother took him to Starbucks and revealed her deep secret.
“Oh, sorry, I forgot you didn’t know much about the Wizarding World…,” the boy apologized.
“No, it’s okay. I am pretty dumb about that kind of stuff. So, what’s your name?” Stanley asked.
“Sirius,” the boy replied, petting his frizzy hair. “I’m Harry Potter’s son, the man who flew you here last night.”
“That name rings a bell,” Stanley replied. “Somehow I think my father talked about him once. Is he a famous wizard or something?”
Sirius thought. “I don’t think so. I mean, my dad works at the Ministry of Magic, but nothing special. Well, I don’t know much about his childhood or anything; he never talks about it.”
“Wow,” Stanley replied. “That’s weird; I don’t know much about my father either. He told me his childhood was too complicated and that I wouldn’t understand.”
A noise rumbled from Sirius’ belly. “I’m hungry; do you want to get some breakfast?”
“Sure,” Stanley replied, feeling the vibrations from his own hungry stomach. “Do wizards eat anything weird like snake stew or anything?”
Sirius chuckled. “No way! That’s disgusting! We have normal breakfast food; don’t worry!”
The two boys exited Sirius’ room and headed down the steps to the kitchen where the smell of food hit them.
As they turned down the staircase, Stanley gazed at the ordinary furniture, seeing no extraordinary differences in Muggles and magical folks. He looked up and followed Sirius into the kitchen where he saw two adults talking at the table. However, as he walked closer, Stanley saw the dishes washing themselves, and oranges squeezing themselves.
The lady with fiery, shoulder-length, red hair glanced up and smiled.
“Sirius, I see you have met Stanley,” she said.
The man then looked up. Stanley recognized him as the man who picked him up on the broomstick, Harry Potter. He had messy black hair just like Sirius did and the same green eyes. Except for the freckles Sirius inherited from his mother, Sirius and his father looked very much alike.
“Stanley, these are my parents,” Sirius introduced before turning towards his mother. “We’re hungry, where’s breakfast?”
His mother chuckled. “Coming! Coming!” She slowly got up from her comfortable position and set two plates, sparkling with food, down on the table. The hungry boys sat down and dug into their food.
Stanley realized that this magical world did not seem so complicated after all. Well, that’s what it seemed like until Stanley turned and saw the newspaper in the Harry’s hands. It wasn’t the headline printed in big bold letters that caught his eye- it was the picture that was moving.
Stanley took a double take to make sure he wasn’t seeing imaginary figures before his eyes. But he looked again and saw that it was no dream. The pictures in the newspaper were magical; they were moving as if they were occurring right at that moment. Stanley could not believe his eyes.
“Whoa!” he whispered to Sirius, “The pictures move!”
Sirius’s father, overhearing the slightly loud whisper from Stanley’s lips, replied,
“In the magical world, our newspaper pictures move, unlike the still ones in the Muggle papers.” He then folded up the newspaper and handed it to Stanley.
Stanley eyed the man and then lifted up the paper. Unfolding it, he read the title:
The Daily Prophet
Stanley leafed through the crisp pages, eying the interesting pictures that made him gaze with wonder. Seeing wizards and witches and this whole new world amazed him.
Chewing their food, Sirius suddenly blurted, “Are we going to Diagon Alley today?”
“I don’t know,” his mother replied, not looking up. “It is only Stanley’s first day of experiencing magical…er… experiences.”
“Oh come on, he’ll love it! Please?” Sirius pleaded.
His mother looked at her husband. “What do you think, Harry?”
“Well, Diagon Alley is a good way for Stanley to begin to feel what it is like to be a wizard… I think it’s fine,” he replied.
“Yes!” Sirius exclaimed. “Stanley, you are going to love it!”
Stanley, feeling slightly dumb, asked, “What’s Diagon Alley?”
Sirius hesitated and then replied, “It’s like a magical outdoor mall with lots of shops and where we can buy all of our supplies necessary for Hogwarts.”
“Sounds cool,” Stanley said. “When will we be going?”
“Errr…,” Harry glanced up at the clock in the kitchen. “Around eleven, we will go before the noontime traffic. That’s in about an hour, boys.”
“Great!” Sirius said as Stanley and he finished their plates.
Stanley got out of his chair to go wash his plate.
“Oh, darling, I got that,” said Sirius’ mother as she waved her wand and muttered a phrase. The plate ascended from Stanley’s hands, glided, and softly landed in the sink and began to wash itself.
“Whoa,” Stanley muttered under his breath.
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It was around eleven o’clock, and the boys hustled down the stairs in front of the small fireplace in the living room.
“We’re ready!” Sirius exclaimed as his mother handed him a scoop of ashes.
“What are these for?” Stanley asked.
Sirius replied, “It’s Floo powder. We travel places with it. All you have to do is say ‘Diagon Alley’ very clearly, throw down the powder, and off you go!”
“Sirius, you go first to show him,” his mother stated.
Harry remembered his first time using Floo powder with the Weasley’s.
Sirius crammed in the small fireplace. He screamed the words, threw down the ashes, and vanished beneath yellow-green flames.
Stanley’s eyes widened with awe. He crept in with his handful of “dirt”. Taking a gulp, he screamed “Diagon Alley!” Throwing the powder down, he began to spin as Sirius’ living room faded away. Then, he was spun into darkness.