Family That Stays 1/??
Title: Family That Stays
Author: Koohii Cafe
Rating: FR7
Fandom: BtVS/HP
Disclaimer: Since I am a poor chickadee with no wealth to speak of, I think it's safe to say that neither BtVS nor HP are mine. ^^;
Written for: ‘The Missing Dursley’ Challenge
Summary: Petunia receives a letter that will turn her world upside down; her firstborn is finally returning home.
Author's notes: Set during Order of the Phoenix for HP and season one for BtVS.
Prologue
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Petunia stared at the letter with shaking hands, her eyes wide and breathe short and shallow. It couldn’t be… It couldn’t happen! As the shock set in further, her knees buckled and she stumbled back, dropping into the armchair by the fire quite ungracefully, hardly even hearing her husband’s deep rumbling demands to know what was wrong, because she knew that if she told him, it would all fall apart. Vernon had nicely erased any memory of that horrible time, even if Petunia herself had been unable to, and if he knew that it was about to truly return to haunt them… If he knew how very much she had not forgotten…
“Petunia, you must tell me! What does the letter say?!” His beefy hands were reaching, determined, but she let out what was almost a squawk of dismay, clutching the paper to her chest tightly, fearfully. Quickly, panicked, she shook her head and folded it with still trembling hands to stuff into her purse that lie upon the coffee table.
“No!” Too sharp, he’d never believe her! She had to calm down, but of course, it didn’t matter. Far too soon it would be too late to hide anymore. He would know. However, if she could just… stall the rage, keep it at bay for as long as she could. “I-, it’s. It’s news!” A sharp, nervous bark of a laugh. It was news indeed. “From- from an old friend! From college!” That too, was true, but it was far from the full truth. It also didn’t help, instead causing Vernon to turn red in his frustration, his face scrunching up and his flailing arms reaching for her purse, for the letter!
“For heaven’s sake, Petunia, just give me the letter!” Then, he was lunging forward, up from his own seat towards her purse. Terrified, she grabbed it and took off, out of the living room and up the stairs toward her bedroom.
Huffing angrily as his bony wife easily evaded his grasp, Vernon lumbered after her. Halfway up the stairs, however, and long after the bedroom door had slammed shut and locked, the doorbell rang. What a time to have visitors! He paused, looking back at the door. He wasn’t expecting any company… Well, he had more important things to do at the moment; like find out what Petunia was hiding!
“Boy! Get the door!” he bellowed, and continued up the stairs.
Author: Koohii Cafe
Rating: FR7
Fandom: BtVS/HP
Disclaimer: Since I am a poor chickadee with no wealth to speak of, I think it's safe to say that neither BtVS nor HP are mine. ^^;
Written for: ‘The Missing Dursley’ Challenge
Summary: Petunia receives a letter that will turn her world upside down; her firstborn is finally returning home.
Author's notes: Set during Order of the Phoenix for HP and season one for BtVS.
Prologue
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Petunia stared at the letter with shaking hands, her eyes wide and breathe short and shallow. It couldn’t be… It couldn’t happen! As the shock set in further, her knees buckled and she stumbled back, dropping into the armchair by the fire quite ungracefully, hardly even hearing her husband’s deep rumbling demands to know what was wrong, because she knew that if she told him, it would all fall apart. Vernon had nicely erased any memory of that horrible time, even if Petunia herself had been unable to, and if he knew that it was about to truly return to haunt them… If he knew how very much she had not forgotten…
“Petunia, you must tell me! What does the letter say?!” His beefy hands were reaching, determined, but she let out what was almost a squawk of dismay, clutching the paper to her chest tightly, fearfully. Quickly, panicked, she shook her head and folded it with still trembling hands to stuff into her purse that lie upon the coffee table.
“No!” Too sharp, he’d never believe her! She had to calm down, but of course, it didn’t matter. Far too soon it would be too late to hide anymore. He would know. However, if she could just… stall the rage, keep it at bay for as long as she could. “I-, it’s. It’s news!” A sharp, nervous bark of a laugh. It was news indeed. “From- from an old friend! From college!” That too, was true, but it was far from the full truth. It also didn’t help, instead causing Vernon to turn red in his frustration, his face scrunching up and his flailing arms reaching for her purse, for the letter!
“For heaven’s sake, Petunia, just give me the letter!” Then, he was lunging forward, up from his own seat towards her purse. Terrified, she grabbed it and took off, out of the living room and up the stairs toward her bedroom.
Huffing angrily as his bony wife easily evaded his grasp, Vernon lumbered after her. Halfway up the stairs, however, and long after the bedroom door had slammed shut and locked, the doorbell rang. What a time to have visitors! He paused, looking back at the door. He wasn’t expecting any company… Well, he had more important things to do at the moment; like find out what Petunia was hiding!
“Boy! Get the door!” he bellowed, and continued up the stairs.