Ch20- Diagon Alley with Aunty

Ch20- Diagon Alley with Aunty

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Until one Sunday, everything changed. Petunia seemed out of sorts, her usual stoic demeanor replaced by a mix of excitement and fear. "Get dressed, Harry," she said, her voice wavering slightly. "We are going out." Harry, puzzled by her sudden change of behavior, complied without question.

Harry paused, unsure of what to make of this sudden change. He dressed quickly, choosing his best yet simple clothes. Descending the stairs, he found Petunia waiting, dressed more neatly than he had ever seen her. Her attire was not flamboyant but elegantly simple. Her red hair, reminiscent of his mother's, and green eyes, akin to his own, gave her an air of elegance he hadn't noticed before. Since Vernon's departure, Petunia had been more attentive to her diet and fitness, and it showed in her athletic physique. Harry couldn't help but acknowledge her beauty, a quality overshadowed by years of stern expressions and sharp words.

As they prepared to leave, Petunia reached out and took Harry's hand, a gesture so foreign and unexpected that it sent a wave of warmth through Harry's body. The unfamiliar sensation of her touch sparked a flurry of emotions within him. He looked up at her, seeing her in a new light, almost as if he was glimpsing the young woman she once was before life had hardened her.

Their destination remained a mystery as they walked in silence. Harry's mind raced with possibilities. Could she be taking him to Diagon Alley? Or somewhere else entirely? The uncertainty kept him on edge, his thoughts oscillating between hope and caution.

As they walked, Nigel's voice resonated in Harry's mind, laced with its usual blend of sarcasm and insight. "Ah, Master Harry, it seems we're embarking on a most unexpected journey. One wonders what has spurred dear Aunt Petunia into such a surprising action."

Harry, maintaining his composure, replied silently, "I've been working on her, Nigel. Maybe it's paying off. Or maybe it's a trap."

"A valid concern," Nigel chimed in. "But remember, every step in this dance of manipulation is a gamble. Be prepared to adapt as the music changes."

Their walk led them through the familiar streets of Little Whinging, Petunia's grip on Harry's hand unwavering. It was a surreal experience for Harry, walking side by side with his aunt, who had always maintained a strict boundary of indifference and often hostility towards him.

Finally, Petunia broke the silence. "Harry, what I'm about to show you is something I've kept buried for a long time. It's... it's part of your mother's world."

Harry's heart skipped a beat at her words. This was it, the moment he had been strategically working towards. He had to tread carefully, to ensure that whatever revelation Petunia was about to share didn't close the door he had been slowly prying open.

Soon they arrived at a bus stop, the very one Harry had become familiar with in recent weeks. They boarded the bus in silence, traveling towards London, each lost in their own thoughts. The journey was quiet, the air thick with unspoken anticipation.

"Exactly, Aunt Petunia. The owner of that little shop spoke of squibs - those born into magical families but without magical abilities themselves. They sometimes leave the wizarding world to live among Muggles. It's possible that our family's history with magic goes further back than we thought."

Petunia's reaction to the term 'squib' was almost visceral, a subtle cringe at the label that might apply to her. If Harry's theory held any truth, it would mean that she, too, was part of the magical lineage, albeit in a non-magical capacity. This revelation seemed to unsettle her, challenging her long-held perception of her place in the world.

Nigel, observing the conversation with his trademark analytical detachment, whispered in Harry's mind, "Careful now, Master Harry. You're treading on delicate ground. The idea of being a squib might not sit well with her. It's akin to being an outcast in both worlds."

Harry nodded inwardly at Nigel's advice, aware of the sensitivity of the topic. "I mean, Aunt Petunia, it doesn't change who we are," he said cautiously. "But it might help us understand our family's story a bit better. And who knows? Maybe there's something in this world that could help us in our own."

Petunia, lost in thought, slowly stirred her tea, her mind evidently grappling with the implications. "I suppose there's no harm in learning a bit more," she conceded after a long pause. "But Harry, we must be cautious. This world... it's not like ours. There are dangers we might not understand."

Harry, sensing her growing acceptance, felt a spark of hope. "I agree, Aunt Petunia. We'll be careful. I just... I feel like there's a part of Mum's life that I want to connect with. And maybe, in some way, it's a part of us too."

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