A Deeper Connection: A New Beginning

A Deeper Connection - Part II

"Hello, dear aunt. Hello, dear uncle. What a pleasure to see you," Harry's voice was laced with sarcasm as his furious Avada-green eyes bore into his relatives, "but where are your manners? Do you not want to invite us inside?"

Much to the Dark Lord's surprise, the Dursleys stepped back, giving the five wizards enough space to enter the cramped hallway. The surprise, however, was short-lived. Once the sound of the closed front door echoed through the hallway, Vernon Dursley regained his ability to speak as he pointed his finger at his nephew in accusation, "You... you told us you... you would never come back."

Given all the years of training, the words 'freak', or 'boy' unfortunately went unsaid.

At least for now.

"Honestly," Harry's words cut through his relatives like fire through ice, "do not tell me that you honestly believed that I would simply leave it at that after everything you did to me."

Opposite of them, the faces of the two Muggles grew even paler.

"We paid for what we did," Petunia tried to defend her family, "and we never did any wrong to another one of your kind. We nev-"

"You are mistaken," the Dark Lord said, stepping forward with a sadistic smile on his face, having wanted to do this for a rather long time.

"We have never met you," Vernon's voice boomed through the hallway, "I have never seen a fre... someone like you here in this neighbourhood."

Ignoring the words of the fat Muggle for now, he addressed the horsey woman next to the beefy Muggle instead, "Tell me, Petunia, did your sister ever tell you about the wizard who was after her family?"

For a moment, it seemed like Petunia Dursley would not answer. Encouraged by the wand which had slid into his Equal's hand and the lack of reaction from the three adult wizards behind him, she quickly answered, "Apparently, this insane evil sorcerer was after them."

"Splendid," the Dark Lord said with a predatory smile that was all teeth, "did Albus Dumbledore ever tell you what happened to said insane evil sorcerer when he found the Potters?"

"He blew himself up trying to kill him," an enraged Petunia Dursley pointed at her nephew, obviously unimpressed that the apparently most evil wizard in Britain had not managed to kill a mere toddler, "according to the letter Dumbledore included when the fre- Harry was dropped on our front step, he fled, or at least what was left of him. Since Dumbledore never contacted us in the past decade, I am convinced he is dead. Incompetent lot."

"Impressive deduction," the Dark Lord sneered, clearly not impressed, "did your sister, or Albus Dumbledore ever tell you how he looked like, should he ever come after you?"

"Why... why do you want to know?" the horsey woman asked, having had enough of the questioning, "and... and who are you eve-"

"Answer his question," his Equal hissed, raising his unregistered Alder wand, "or you will suffer the consequences."

"You are not allowed," Petunia began to screech, "to use ma... your tricks outside of school-"

"Try me," Harry laughed, sounding almost as evil as the Dark Lord himself, "my little tricks were never picked up by any of Dumbledore's or the Ministry's preventive measures. Answer!"

Spurred by her nephew's threat, words quickly began to bubble out of Petunia's mouth, "He... he was said to be really tall... thin... bald... and... and known for... for carrying a white... white wa... wand..."