Chapitre 19: Did it Work?
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As the days passed, Harry could see the subtle changes in Aunt Petunia. She began to ask questions, her tone laced with curiosity rather than disdain. "Those chocolates, Harry, where did you get them? They remind me of something I can't quite place."
Harry knew the moment was crucial. He had to tread carefully, balancing on the knife-edge of truth and deception. Revealing too much about the magical world could shatter the fragile bridge he was building with Aunt Petunia. Yet, he needed to stoke her curiosity, to gently guide her towards accepting the existence of the world her sister had been a part of.
With a measured voice, Harry replied, "There's a little shop near the library, Aunt Petunia. I know you like to eat something sweet after your shows, and I've been earning a bit from my chores with the neighbors, so I wanted to get you something nice." This statement served multiple purposes. It showcased Harry's thoughtfulness and his newfound independence, hopefully endearing him further to his aunt. It also subtly suggested that he was investing his own hard-earned money into bringing joy to the household, a gesture designed to soften Petunia's often hardened exterior.
Harry then added, feigning disbelief, "Though the shop owner is a bit odd. He claims he gets them from a magical world. Can you imagine that?" He chuckled, making the story seem like a whimsical tale, too absurd to be real.
Petunia's reaction was instantaneous. Her eyes widened, a flurry of emotions passing across her face. The combination of the chocolates, the drawing, the familiar scents, and now, Harry's story, had triggered a flood of memories. Harry watched as she seemed to connect the dots, her mind visibly reeling from the sudden onslaught of long-suppressed memories of her first visit to Diagon Alley.
Nigel, observing the scene with his usual dry wit, whispered in Harry's mind, "Well played, Master Harry. You've set the stage masterfully. Now watch as the play unfolds."
Petunia's hands trembled slightly as she picked up one of the chocolates. "Magical world," she murmured, almost to herself. "It's been so long."
Harry pretended to be busy cleaning up, giving her space to process her thoughts. He knew this was a delicate moment, a turning point in their relationship. The memories of Diagon Alley, of the magical world she had once glimpsed, were resurfacing, challenging her long-held beliefs and resentments.
As the evening wore on, Petunia seemed lost in thought, her usual sharp remarks and critical glances noticeably absent. Harry sensed an opportunity and decided to gently push the narrative further.
"Aunt Petunia," he started cautiously, "have you ever been to a place that felt... different? A place where the ordinary rules didn't seem to apply?"
Petunia looked at him, her expression a mix of nostalgia and conflict. "Why do you ask, Harry?"
"I saw a pub," Harry began, his voice carefully measured to pique Petunia's interest. "It's odd, you know. Everyone just walks past it like it's not even there, but I... I can't help feeling drawn to it. It's as if it's hiding something... magical." His choice of words was deliberate, designed to stir memories and evoke curiosity.
Petunia's frown deepened at the mention of the pub. Harry could almost see the wheels turning in her head, the memories of the Leaky Cauldron - the gateway to Diagon Alley and the magical world - resurfacing. He knew this was a critical moment; he had to tread carefully, balancing the truth with the narrative he was weaving.
Her first reaction was protective, the instinctive response of someone who had spent years guarding against the very world Harry was alluding to. "Harry, you should stay away from places like that," she said, her voice tinged with a mix of fear and authority.
However, Harry noticed a flicker of something else in her eyes - a yearning, a curiosity that had been dormant for too long. He decided to press on, gently but firmly. "But Aunt Petunia, isn't it strange that only I seem to notice it? It's as if it's calling to me."
Petunia took a deep breath, and Harry could see the internal struggle playing out on her face. Finally, she spoke, her voice softer, almost wistful. "That place is special, Harry." She paused, as if gathering the courage to continue. "That is the entrance to Magical Britain, a world hidden from regular people."
Harry feigned surprise, though inside, he was calculating his next move. "Magical Britain? Like... like where Mum went?" His question was innocent on the surface but loaded with implications.
Petunia's gaze flickered with a mix of emotions. "Yes, Harry. Your mother was a part of that world. And so were you, in a way."
Harry nodded slowly, pretending to absorb this new information. In reality, he was already several steps ahead, thinking of how to use this revelation to his advantage. "Aunt Petunia, have you ever been there? To this Magical Britain?"
Petunia hesitated, then nodded reluctantly. "Once, a long time ago. When your mother first found out she was a witch." Her voice trailed off, filled with unspoken memories.
Seizing the opportunity, Harry leaned in, his voice gentle but insistent. "What was it like, Aunt Petunia? Can you tell me about it?"
Petunia's eyes clouded over with memories, and she began to speak in a distant voice. "It was unlike anything I'd ever seen. There were shops selling all sorts of strange and wonderful things. People in robes, talking about spells and potions."
Harry listened intently, nodding and encouraging her to continue. As she spoke, he could see the barriers she had built over the years beginning to crumble, the pain and resentment giving way to a reluctant fascination.
He knew he had to push further. "It sounds amazing, Aunt Petunia. Do you think... do you think I could see it too? With you?"
Petunia's response hung in the air, a single word laced with decades of suppressed emotions and memories. "Maybe." It was a small concession, a crack in the wall she had built around herself, but for Harry, it was a significant victory. It was the opening he had been working towards, a hint of possibility in an otherwise closed-off world.
Harry's heart raced with excitement, but he knew better than to show it. "Enough of that," Petunia cut him off sharply, reverting to her usual stern demeanor. "Finish the dishes and get to your room." Her voice was firm, leaving no room for further discussion.
As Harry obediently turned to the dishes, Nigel's voice echoed in his mind, a blend of caution and sly encouragement. "Well done, Master Harry. But tread carefully. You've opened a door, but pushing too hard could see it slammed shut in your face."
Harry nodded to himself as he scrubbed the plates. Nigel was right; the delicate nature of their conversation required subtlety and patience. He needed to be strategic, weaving his influence like a spider spinning a web – carefully, methodically, ensuring each strand was in place.
Over the next few days, Harry observed Aunt Petunia closely, looking for signs that his plan was taking root. She seemed more contemplative than usual, often staring into space, lost in thought. It was clear that the memories of the magical world were stirring something within her, but Harry knew he had to be cautious in how he approached the subject.
Nigel's advice was invaluable during this time. "You must make her see the magic not as something to be feared or resented, but as a world of wonder and possibility, Master Harry. A world that she, too, can be a part of, albeit vicariously through you."
One evening, as they sat in the living room, Harry casually brought up a book he had 'the crazy uncle in chocolate shop gave him.' "It's about this school for wizards and witches. Hogwarts, it's called. Can you imagine attending a school like that, Aunt Petunia?"
Petunia's eyes flickered with a mix of emotions – surprise, nostalgia, and a hint of sadness. "Hogwarts," she repeated softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Lily went there."
Harry leaned in, sensing an opportunity. "She must have had amazing adventures there. I wish I could see it just once."
Petunia's gaze met his, and for a moment, Harry saw a flicker of the young girl she once was – full of dreams and aspirations, before the world of magic had become a source of pain and resentment. "It's a beautiful place," she said quietly, her voice tinged with a sadness that spoke of lost opportunities and unfulfilled desires.
Harry's approach was working. He was slowly but surely weaving a narrative that made the magical world seem less like a threat and more like a lost dream, a missed opportunity that she could vicariously experience through him.
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.
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