You are a wizard Harry

You are a wizard Harry

For real!?

Harry was 6 years old when his adoptive father told him he was a wizard. That very morning, he had just performed his first act of accidental magic and had spent the day trying to explain that it wasn't his fault he ended up on the school roof. The teacher didn't believe him, scolded him severely, and then said she would talk to his parents about it.

Later, he had tried to confide in his cousin Dudley Dursley (who loudly displayed his joy that classes had been interrupted while the firefighters brought him down). But he had called him a liar. That shouldn't have surprised him. After all, he himself had trouble believing it. Despite everything, his cousin was his best friend and his disbelief had hurt him.

On the surface, everything seemed to oppose the two children. Dudley was as fat as Harry was thin. Despite his good intentions and all his efforts, Dudley struggled in all subjects, while Harry was at the top of his class without making the slightest effort. Harry couldn't stand staying still and loved sports, whereas his cousin preferred calmer activities like reading or video games. However, over time, despite their differences, the two boys raised together from a young age became as close as twin brothers. Indeed, since the death of his parents, Harry had been living with his cousin.

Harry insisted, but Dudley did not believe him any more and tried to change.of subject or playing a game. This made Harry angry. He called his cousin a stinking fatso and ran off to the other end of the playground.

It was the first time Harry had gotten so seriously angry with his cousin. It was all Pierre's gang's fault, Harry thought. If he hadn't chased him, none of this would have happened. He didn't know how or why he ended up on the roof, but instinctively, he felt that the two events were connected. It was as if his wish to get as far away as possible had been granted. Harry's family wasn't very religious, but as a good conservative English family, they went to church for big occasions like Easter or Christmas, and snippets of Christian religion had eventually reached young Harry. He wondered if God had heard his prayers.

And then Pierre's gang made a good scapegoat for the resentment he had been accumulating since that morning. They kept bothering him and his cousin. Dudley because he was fat and Harry because he was the top of the class. So it was easier to hate them a little more than to think about what he had just said to his cousin and how to apologize.

In the evening, when his father Vernon Dursley came to pick them up from school, as promised, the teacher intercepted him and asked him to come to her office. Harry and Dudley had been left in the playground.écreated, but the two children were too angry to play together. Harry therefore had no other distraction than to worry about what the teacher was telling his father.It was really too unfairsaid Harry. He hadn't done anything and everyone was rejecting him.

Once his father left the teacher's office, he went to fetch his two children and brought them home. Usually, during the journey, he would ask them to tell him about their day, and the trip was rather cheerful. But this time, the journey was marked by silence. Thoughtful for Vernon, worried for Harry, and resentful for Dudley.

Once safely behind the thick walls of his house, his father declared that he had to talk about what had happened today. Harry immediately began to proclaim his innocence with loud cries and incoherent sentences, while his cousin discreetly tried to sneak away to his room and his beloved console.

But to the great surprise of the two children, Vernon announced that he believed Harry and that he had something to tell both of them. He told them that there was a parallel world to ours where wizards lived. Harry's parents were also wizards and apparently, Harry was one too. Thanks to the innocence of childhood, they immediately believed their father and immediately forgot their resentments to shower the poor Vernon with a flood of questions that he was hard-pressed to answer. He ended up telling them to wait for their mother's return, who knew more than he did about the wizarding world.

The children took refuge in Dudley's room (which was the largest) to passionately talk about the mischief they could get up to with Harry's new powers. Harry was determined to find out if he could fly and regularly jumped on the bed or from the top of his cousin's wardrobe to test his hypothesis. Meanwhile, Dudley was planning to sneak out at night without his parents' knowledge to fight crime and save the world from a mad scientist, like in the comics his parents regularly bought him.

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That evening Harry woke up and left his room. It was something Harry did practically every night, for as long as he could remember. In front of his parents, he pretended he needed to go to the bathroom. But the truth was that every night, he felt a sense of confinement that only a 5-minute walk in the corridors could calm.

Passing by his parents' room, he heard sounds of conversation. Curious, he listened closely:

Are you sure he's like them? Maybe he just lied. Petunia asked hopefully.

My darling. How do you expect him to have done that all by himself? And then it's not the first strange incident. Do you remember when he was younger and you (…)

I never want to talk about it again.

Faced with his wife's sudden hostility, Vernon decided to change his approach. In any case, he also preferred to forget the first year Harry had spent with them.

My dear, I too was disappointed to learn about it. I had hoped that by raising it properly, its oddity would eventually disappear. It disgusts me just as much as it does you. But turning a blind eye won't change anything. It is not a human like us.

Harry stopped listening and went back to his room silently.

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The weeks passed and little by little Harry forgot that he was a wizard. Or rather, it just became something ordinary to which he no longer paid attention.

At Dudley's insistence, during the first days following the revelation, he regularly tried, but without success, to master his powers or provoke another incident. But as often happens at that age, he quickly grew tired and moved on to something else. Especially since his parents had just enrolled him in the local football club and he quickly became obsessed with the sport. This sudden passion for sports brought great congratulations from Vernon, who saw it as a sign that he might become a normal child (and besides, it was his favorite sport).

To his aunt's great surprise, he did not particularly feel anyCuriosity about the wizarding world or about her biological parents.

Unlike Dudley - who found the realization of his wildest dreams in the existence of this world - he never tired of asking his mother for details. The many questions from her son, to which she had no answers, made her regret all the more having fallen out with her sister. Her son's passion for the magical world reminded her of her own a few years earlier.

For as long as she could remember, her parents had favored Lily at Petunia's expense. Especially her mother, who on her deathbed had apologized for never having managed to love her. Of course, they had never been mistreated. Her life is not a teenage fanfiction. But not receiving any signs of affection while her sister was showered with them had left its mark.

And yet, Petunia had tried very hard to make her parents love her. She did everything to be as perfect as possible. She curbed all her desires and adopted the behavior of a model little girl. She did her best, but it was never enough all eyes systematically turned to her indomitable sister. Even that of the handsome boy with the brooding gaze who lived in the poor neighborhoods on the other side of the river.

Petunia had been watching him spy on them for weeks. At first, his presence intrigued her. Then it made her fantasize. She thought he was in love with her and dreamed at night of their first kiss (and other things more daring that her parents would have considered far too shocking to mention in front of a girl her age).

But after a while, she got tired of this little game and started finding it more disturbing than exciting (seriously, never do that, it's cringe and not romantic at all). However, the worst part was that the day this idiot finally declared himself, it turned out he was yet another admirer of Lily. Lily, who was still too young to appreciate the attention of boys. Anyway, even when she reaches the right age, her so-perfect sister will hardly appreciate the numerous attentions she will receive (it must be said that many came from men much older than her).

Lily gave her a chance to explain herself, but Petunia knew her sister and knew that she was barely restraining herself from giving her a sample of her famous fiery temper. And that's when he spoke the words that forever changed Petunia's destiny:

— You are a witch, Lily

After a period of disbelief, Petunia became fascinated by this magical world. She secretly hoped to receive a letter from Hogwarts the following summer and be able to leave for a wonderful world far from this family where she was not happy. Of course, her hopes were dashed, but thisIt was not that which was the most painful for her. The worst was the reaction of her parents when, a few years later, Lily finally received her letter.

From that day on, Petunia became completely invisible to their eyes. Previously, due to her good results and exemplary behavior, Petunia sometimes managed to earn a compliment from her parents (especially after Lily had made yet another mistake). But from that day on, they were completely indifferent to her presence. From that moment, the only words her mother addressed to her were to tell her how unfortunate it was that she wasn't like her incredible sister.

Before, Lily and she were not very close, but they liked each other and often played together. From that day on, they hated each other. Petunia didn't know exactly who had started the war between them (in hindsight, she would admit that it was probably her), but it was clearly Lily who had won it.

Lily could not use magic outside of school, but thanks to Severus, she had all sorts of potions at her disposal to make Petunia's life a living hell during the school holidays, which she systematically chose to spend at home. Needless to say, her parents always took her side, saying that they were just innocent pranks. That she lacked a sense of humor and should stop complaining about trivialities instead of enjoying the little time when that dear Lily honored them with her presence. Petunia eventually had no choice but to bow down to her sister and satisfy her every whim. She spent all the following school holidays in fear and pretense. Fortunately, from the moment Petunia changed her attitude, Lily gradually lost interest in her.

Years later, Petunia learned of her sister's death by reading the letter that accompanied young Harry. Her first reaction had been anger. By what right did Albus Dumbledore impose on her the responsibility of taking care of her sister's child? She still had a say in the matter. Damn it, we're talking about raising a child, not watering a plant. It hadn't occurred to her that she might not have the time, the means, or even the desire to raise another child.

Especially a wizard child. She remembered all too well what she had suffered as a child because of Lily's nature and did not want to inflict that on her young son for anything in the world.

Just after her marriage to that Potter, Voldemort's supporters had killed her father and had written on the walls with his blood that this is what would happen to all mudbloods who didn't know their place. For once, she met people who weren't swooning over her sister, they had to be even crazier than her. Albus said in his letter that the war was over, but that the supporters of thisVoldemort was still after his son and he needed to be protected.

His family would still be in danger because of his sister, but as long as his sister's offspring had extra protection thanks to the blood connection, everything was fine. After all, they were only Muggles. It wasn't as if their lives were as important as that of a wizard.

But don't worry, you will have infallible magical protection.he wrote. As infallible as the one Lily had provided to her father? As infallible as the one that Potter had provided to Lily? At that moment, Petunia recalled a phrase Severus had uttered during an argument with Lily (which she had witnessed quite unwillingly): "Dark magic will always be more powerful than white magic. Dumbledore can offer no effective protection against the Dark Lord."

If Severus was right (and to her great regret she admitted that this had always been the case), her family was now in danger without it changing anything for her nephew.

In addition, the child undoubtedly had other relatives on his father's side. Her sister had briefly confided (with her usual modesty) that her husband was related to all the richest and noblest families in England, while she had to settle for a mere drill manufacturer (she hadn't said it like that, but that's how she felt). Why not entrust him to them? Anyone would be more competent than her to raise and protect him. Especially since, contrary to what Albus claimed in his letter, she doubted it was her sister's will (and even if it was, that didn't make it a good choice).

Then she realized that her sister was dead and that she would never have another chance to reconcile with her. Then that the child would soon wake up and ask where his parents were. Who were these strangers and this strange place where brooms don't fly. She let out a final sigh and got up, resigned to assume her role. As usual, she would do her best, but it would not be enough. At the very least, she promised herself to do everything so that her precious Dudley would not have to suffer from the situation.

During the year that followed, life went on until she was approached by a stranger with green eyes. After their strange encounter, although the stranger had not uttered a word, she magically realized that she was repeating with Harry the pattern she had known when she was younger.

No, thinking back, she treated him much more harshly than her mother had ever done. And she was dragging her husband and Dudley along with her. She suddenly felt pity for the child. He was like her. Unlike Dudley whoSoliciting her all the time and spending his time playing, Harry did everything not to disturb her and to please her. He even offered to help her with household chores. This revelation suddenly made her feel a surge of affection mixed with pity and guilt for Harry.

From that moment, she had made every effort to treat her two children fairly. As usual, she would do her best, but it would not be enough.