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The Power He Know Not	By : Liamj899 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 5593 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-The Power He Know Not
- 2-Of familial empathy
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Uncle Vernon was waiting beyond the barrier. Mrs Weasley was close by him. She hugged Harry very tightly when she saw him and whispered in his ear, “I think Dumbledore will let you come to us later in the summer. Keep in touch, Harry.”
“See you, Harry,” said Ron, clapping him on the back.
“’Bye, Harry!” said Hermione, and she did something she had never done before, and kissed him on the cheek.
“Harry—thanks,” George muttered, while Fred nodded fervently at his side.
Harry winked at them, turned to Uncle Vernon, and followed him silently from the station. There was no point worrying yet, he told himself, as he got into the back of the Dursleys’ car.
As Hagrid had said, what would come, would come… and he would have to meet it when it did.

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For the entire duration of the ride back to Privet Drive there was complete silence in the car.
This suited Harry just fine as he began to compile a list of what he would need to do to prepare for the trials that would no doubt be coming in the days ahead.
Unfortunately despite the complete lack of conversation in the car, harry was not without distractions. As the uncomfortable family hit Friday evening traffic and their pace slowed to that of a snails crawl Harry became increasingly worried as he suffered several hot flushes. Not all that unusual for a hot July evening, but each time he felt the flush of heat roll through him, he experienced a wave of emotions clearly not his own.
For almost half an hour he experienced alternating waves of seething anger and something that was a mix of envy and jealousy.
Thoroughly distracted Harry began absently rubbing his scar, confused.
The few times that he had experienced emotions that were not his own, he'd been either dreaming of or near to Voldemort and his scar had been throbbing in pain. In contrast this time his scar wasn't hurting him at all and the emotions felt different somehow.
On the few occasions Harry could remember feeling Voldemort’s emotions, he recalled a distinctly dark and sinister flavour to them. In comparison the anger seemed much less murderous and more indignant than anything. And the envy/jealousy had an edge to it that just seemed very female to Harry. It felt like the same kind of jealousy that....
With a feeling of dawning comprehension Harry carefully observed his Aunt, increasingly sure that the second recurring wave of emotion was hers. If the wave of emotion had a tone of voice, it would be exactly the same tone of voice his aunt used when complaining about the new car of one of the neighbours or some new product she had seen that she didn't have. In short the main impression was one of dismissal and haughtiness but with an underlying petulance at not having something she wanted.
'So that's where Dudley inherited that from' Harry thought amused. 'But still what does this mean? Why can I now feel Uncle Vernons and Aunt Petunias emotions?'
He pondered this problem in silence for another twenty minutes or so, coming up with no explanation other than maybe his ability to pick up emotions had got stronger now and transferred to his relatives somehow. But the why or how eluded him still.
'Wait a minute! Why can't I sense Dudleys emotions?' He wondered.
A quick glance at his cousin gave the answer to that question.
Dudley was clearly fast asleep. Head tilted back, mouth open and drool gathering on his chin his cousin made for an impressive sight merely in how unattractive it was.
Turning back to face the front of the car he continued to observe his Aunt quietly. Already the 'waves' of emotion were having less and less of an effect on him, but coming more and more frequently until he could feel the steady pulse of his Aunt and Uncles emotions.
Discarding his Uncles anger he focused on his Aunt and tried to work out what exactly she was feeling Jealous about. As he turned over the possibilities in his mind he could come to only one conclusion.
The constant pulses of jealousy were accompanied by occasional glances in his own direction which usually caused a flair of something Harry could only call envy.
Thus he could only come to one conclusion. His aunt was jealous of him somehow.
No matter how much he turned over the issue the only conclusion for the cause of this jealousy made him a little queasy as it went straight again what he considered to be the natural order of things.
Deciding on a little test of his theory he leaned forward so his head was between his Aunt and Uncle.
“You wouldn't believe how great school was this year!” He exclaimed with forced exuberance. “I learned so many interesting things if you know what I mean.” He said with a significant look to his Aunt.
Immediately both his Aunt and Uncle began a fierce and scathing monologue on how unnatural he was and how they would hear nothing of it. Of course they did so in hushed whispers while pasting on obviously fake smiles so those motorists around them wouldn't be able to tell they were so close to shouting at him.
Had he only been listening to their voices he would have though the pair hated magic with an amazing ferocity, as it was he was watching the faces of both his Aunt and Uncle as well as paying close attention to his newly developed sixth sense of their emotions.
Uncle Vernon predictably was nearly apoplectic, but oddly he kept glancing at his wife as if worried she would be offended somehow. Besides the massive flare of anger that almost bordered on hate directed at himself Harry was sure there something akin to pity mixed in with his emotions.
His Aunt however was simultaneously jealous but also angry, in contrast her anger was one of almost righteous indignation, as if she had been personally slighted.
Leaning back and adopting a thoughtful pose Harry could come to only one logical conclusion.
Aunt Petunia wanted to be a witch.
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