To Be Normal

Prologue

-Late evening June 21st 1994-

Petunia Dursley sat quietly in her pristine kitchen, her fingers tapped impatiently on the table as she glared at the clock on the wall opposite to her. She was loathed to have had to invite that man to her home but thankfully he'd agreed to meet with her late at night when no one, especially her husband and son, would ever know he had been there.

She didn't care what that man would try to argue, the freak would be leaving this summer and never come back. She didn't care where to, it didn't matter if it had nowhere to go; it would be gone from her home before the week was out and that was final. She had waited long enough, had even kept it's secret to herself but soon that wouldn't matter. She knew that soon, surely before the summer was done, it would be impossible to hide just how much of a freak it was.

There was a gentle knock on the front door, and Petunia pushed out a calming breath. The heels of her house shoes clicked quickly as she marched to the front door, seemingly ready to go to war.

Upon opening the door, she couldn't help her face from pinching in disgust. Even when they weren't in their own world they couldn't be bothered to dress like normal people. "You…" She stated venomously.

"Good evening Petunia, I must say, I was rather surprised by your letter. But never the less I am here. What was it you wanted to discuss my dear?" Albus Dumbledore greeted the sour woman warmly, despite her obvious animosity.

"I am not your dear, now come in before one of the neighbors sees you." Petunia sneered at the old wizard before moving aside to let him in, once he'd passed her she took a quick glance outside to reassure herself that no one had seen her invite a strange old man into her home late at night. Her reputation would be in ruins.

"Follow me." The lanky woman moved passed the older man, making sure to leave as much room as possible between them. She led them to the kitchen, where she promptly sat in her usual seat.

"You have a lovely home Petunia, tell me how is Harry?" Dumbledore asked pleasantly as he joined her at the kitchen table. He was curious about how Harry was dealing with the events that had taken place at the end of term. It had only been two weeks after all since he and Miss Granger had turned back time to save Sirius from a fate worse than death. The fact that Petunia had gone through the trouble of contacting him after she had demanded he stay out of their lives in exchange for looking after the boy did not bode well.

"You have to take it back, the freak can no longer stay with us." Petunia stated sharply, she held her head high making it clear that she would not waver on the matter.

Albus drew in quick shocked breath, he was well aware that the Dursleys held little love for Harry but he had never imagined something like this. It took considerable effort not to lose his temper, which spoke a great deal of how her words upset him. "Now, Petunia… I know you've always been… upset with myself and your sister for your inability to join her in the Magical world. But to speak of Harry in such a way is no excuse."

"That boy is a freak!" She hissed, "A bigger freak even than my sister ever was!" Petunia glared at the old man hatefully, she would never want to take part in that freakish world. "I'm not surprise she kept it a secret, you obviously don't know just how wrong that child is. I've hidden it for long enough but soon I won't be able to. The whole world will see just how much of freak it is. It can't stay here!" She spat, feeling a strange sense of relief from finally being able to unload her burden.

Albus paled under his voluminous beard, he was completely unaware of any secret Lily could have kept in regards to Harry.

Petunia felt a great deal pleasure at the obvious confusion on the old man's wrinkled face. "I knew it! Perfect Lily wasn't so perfect! Her spawn brought her so much shame she must have hidden the truth from all the other freaks." She snorted, folding her arms in triumph. "That boy was never a boy!"

"Excuse me?" Albus shed all pretence of knowing what was going on, he was now thoroughly confused and his curiosity over wanting to know just what Petunia was talking about overrode his anger at the way she was speaking of Lily and her child.

Petunia's face reddened briefly, though she felt pride at bringing the old man's world down around his ears, she had also wished he would have already known, thus sparring her the indignity of having to explain. "It is neither a boy, nor a girl! I discovered this the first time I was forced to change the whelp's nappy…"

Aging blue eyes blinked owlishly behind their spectacles before understanding came to them. "You mean to say that Harry is a hermaphrodite?" Albus stated calmly, yes this was indeed a surprise but he did not understand what the problem was. True it wasn't a very common condition amongst both Muggles and Magicals but it wasn't unheard of. And thankfully, most magical children escaped many of the struggles Muggle children often faced.

In fact, though he was sure Harry would not be pleased to hear this, this revelation would no doubt add to the boy's fame. He would have to speak with Harry very soon, a lot would be changing for the child. This thought led him to a serious worry however.

"Does Harry know what his condition is, what it will mean for the future?"

Petunia sneered; of course the old fool wouldn't see just how much of a freak her sister's child was. Birds of feather after all…

"It knows exactly what it is, a freak! And it won't be able to hide that for much longer. Oh, I've seen the signs. It may have a… shaft," Petunia bit out uncomfortably. "But there are no bullocks, it'll have the bleeds soon no doubt. The only thing hiding it's growing buds are Dudley's old shirts which we've generously allowed him to keep." She hoped this would get her point across. It would only be a matter of time, a very short amount of time at that, before it became plain for everyone to see that the Potter spawn was beyond abnormal.

Dumbledore sighed with great disappointment… He had hoped that Petunia had let go of her bitterness upon the loss of her sister and having a family of her own. After all, she had accepted to look after the child to begin with… It seemed he had been greatly mistaken. The wards he had keyed to Lily's last remaining relative were not worth the pain she was causing the child she had been meant to care for, to protect.

"Very well, Petunia. You shall have your wish, though I must say that I pity you and your family. Harry is wonderful child, full of love, loyalty and great compassion. It truly is a miracle that he did not turn bitter and cold under your supervision." He ignored the woman's indignant spluttering, rising from his seat slowly. "As it is late, I will not rouse Harry from sleep, instead I will come back tomorrow evening to pick him up. Fear not Mrs. Dursley, you will not be seeing Harry again. Good night."

"Good riddance! Why I even agreed to keep it instead of drowning the thing is beyond me!" Petunia huffed while she escorted the old man out of her soon to be freak free home. The relief she felt at finally being free from such a burden permitted her to ignore the sad look the old wizard gave her.

She didn't care what the old freak thought of her. She was normal, her husband and son were perfectly normal, pleasant people. Her life would be perfect when the last reminder of the stain her sister had been on that normality would be gone from her life for good.

Authors Note:

This is an older story and already has several chapters posted on other sites (under a diff. pseud). I decided to modify it for FF since the original has graphic sexual content, this version will not have that but there will be some smexy time. If you're interested in the dirty version PM me and I'll send you the link. Not sure how long it will take to edit and post the current chapters, maybe a few days but after that I'm unsure what my posting schedule will be like as I'm very busy.