Warnings: Gender-Bending Harry Potter, some OOCness [I'm trying to not keep it bad, but be forewarned], will more or less follow the Harry Potter books with my ideas thrown in, crack.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Katekyo Hitman Reborn.
Author's Note: I'm not responsible for any brain cells that died because you cannot handle my wacky ideas. I've given you warnings, so don't hold it against me. Otherwise, enjoy.
"Why do we need to keep this, this thing?" Vernon Dursley glared down at his innocent two-year-old niece with beady black eyes. He then looked to his wife, nostrils flaring, wanting that child out of his house that instant. Vernon Dursley was a huge porky man that had no visible neck, three layers of fat, and an overgrown mustache.
It was unlike his wife, Petunia Dursley, where she was as skinny as can be with a neck twice as long as normal, which she does put to good use. "As much as I don't like it, I'm not cruel enough to toss her onto the streets and leave her to die. And what would happen if they could trace it back to us?" Petunia looked pointedly at her husband. Even though she disliked her niece's parents – Lily and James, once upon a time, she loved Lily as much as any sister would love their beloved older sister. Her niece, Demeter, is innocent in this long held grudge.
Vernon let out a snort, taking a moment to glare at Petunia. "Then send her off to an orphanage! She takes up too much space. Have you thought of our son?" By this point, Vernon wanted the daughter of those freaks gone. He had no idea of why Petunia kept her for a yearlong when they could have been rid of her a few days after her arrival on their doorstep. Screw the letter that freak of an old man sent them! Vernon would not tolerate any of 'their' kind in his house any longer!
Petunia stared down at Demeter, barely able to hold back a sad smile from breaking out onto her face. It would have been nice, to raise a daughter. Demeter's green eyes opened and looked directly at her aunt. Petunia made her decision at that moment. It may be for the best that she lives in an orphanage where she has a possibility of finding a happy family, something that couldn't be found here in the Dursley's home.
"Fine. Tomorrow first thing in the morning we'll bring her to an orphanage. Away from us," said Petunia, picking her up to place her in the small bedroom that once belonged to her son Dudley. Vernon let out a pleased sound and nodded, happy that Petunia was finally seeing it his way.
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No one knew it yet, but it was that decisive decision that tempted fate. The life of one Demeter Potter. For the good or worse, only time could tell.
I'm not sure whether or not I should continue this on here. It's very fun writing even if I only written two-three chapters if you include this. So whether I'm better off keeping it to myself or not is still to be seen.