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  1. Xiph0

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    Petunia Dursley’s hands had been trembling all day.


    “That was an excellent dinner, dear. You really outdid yourself,” said Vernon as he settled in front of the television. Dudley bobbed his head. The lights in the house were dimmer than usual, Petunia thought, watching the screen light glare across their faces. She wiped her cold, dry palms on her apron.


    Grasping the remote, Petunia frantically pressed the volume button, the horrid singing of some talent show drowning out her own voice as she mumbled something about a sale at the grocers. She then brought two fleece blankets and tucked them over her loved ones and into the couch cushions like makeshift seat belts, arranging the pillows as comfortably as she could as well. For Dudley, she fished out of the box of chocolates Yvonne had given her this morning and set them on his lap. He unwrapped him without a word, never taking his eyes off the screen.


    Even Petunia had to admit they looked a bit silly after she was done. She felt the peering eyes of some imaginary onlooker, one she always felt when she thought she was doing something wrong, judging her, berating her, but with a strength she didn’t know she had she silenced them entirely.


    “I’ll just be in the kitchen if you need anything.”


    There was hardly a scrap left of the turkey she’d prepared. Porcelain clinked as she stacked the plates, placing all the forks and knives on the topmost dish along with two wine glasses. Vernon, who had never been much of a drinker, indulged in two glasses of merlot when she’d brought of the bottle. The pile was too heavy to safely carry to the sink in one trip but she did it anyway.


    The kitchen was dark, the light of the television bouncing on walls and gleaming faintly on the small window above the sink. From the dance of shadows, Petunia could envision the show itself—the singer bowing before the audience. Raucous clapping emanated from the living room.


    Petunia’s fingers curled like claws into her apron. Without a nervous glance backwards, or a vein throbbing in her neck, she did something extremely unusual: she didn’t reach for her favorite pair of lilac rubber gloves.


    She said, very quietly, “I want the dishes cleaned.”


    Nothing happened. Petunia’s thoughts raced back to her dead sister, and the way Lily could turn teacups into frogs in an instant. Of course, Petunia was a good, normal woman. Not a witch. A letter for a magical school had never come for Petunia. But sometimes, on this day, the day she was born…


    “Do the dishes,” repeated Petunia, swallowing. “Please.”


    Twin spots of color appeared high on her cheekbones. With a jerky movement, she grabbed her gloves and pulled them taut down her hands, the rubber stretching thin around her nails. Apparently, the dishes weren’t going to wash themselves.


    There was a rumble outside. Ominous blue-purple lightning highlighted the roiling clouds. Petunia’s blood froze when she heard a terrible scream, a scream she thought sounded horribly familiar. With a loud snap, the window crashed back against the wall. Glass shattered onto the kitchen tiles and rain like Petunia had never seen before gusted against the counter. She ducked with a shriek. “Vernon! Vernon!”


    Her husband ran into the kitchen, blanket trailing behind him, caught in his belt. “Petunia! Are you hurt?”


    “I— I’m fine, the rain…” she slowly looked at the sink, dreading what she might see. The window was hanging disjointedly by a hinge, and all the plates were broken. Rain battered loudly against the house, but nothing like what she had just experienced seconds ago.


    “I dropped the plates,” continued Petunia, her mouth quite dry. “The window slammed open and I—”


    Vernon was already inspecting the broken window, holding a few small nails up for inspection. “Look at the size of these! I’m surprised something like this hasn’t happened sooner. I’ll call the developers tomorrow… if they scrimped on the screws, who knows what else they’ve tried to shortchange us on. We should get an inspection done. You live in a house long enough, things start needing repairs…”


    He began mumbling to himself, now going on about a lawsuit, but Petunia could hardly hear him over her own racing heart.


    Like petals in a pond, the off-white remnants floated in the sink.


    Clean.


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    Harry awoke gasping. Wiping back the hair over his forehead, he stumbled to the dorm bathroom, uncaring if his lumbering disturbed his friends. In the mirror he didn’t see his own face. He saw Sirius Black falling into the veil, yelling “the power the Dark Lord knows not” over and over again.


    A shock of ice water banished it.


    He spluttered, turning the faucet handle back a few notches.


    Half the people that had gone with him to the Ministry were still in the infirmary recovering. Had it been worth it? Outing Voldemort’s existence to the world hadn’t brought him any of the vindication he’d dreamt of since Cedric died at the graveyard. All the slandering, calling him a fame-seeking crackpot, he’d suffer through it for the rest of his life if it meant Sirius would be with him.


    Harry was meant to defeat Voldemort with a power the Dark Lord himself didn’t understand.


    What didn’t Voldemort know?


    How had Harry survived the killing curse all those years ago, when no one else ever had?


    “When you were small, did you ever ask why the sky was blue?” said a raspy voice entirely too close to Harry’s ear. He spotted Hedwig perched on the towel holder, looking at him curiously, but no one else. Why was his owl here? “And when your elders gave an explanation about light waves and the atmosphere, did you ever wonder why again?”


    Harry’s mouth thinned into a line. Malfoy. On top of everything, of course the Slytherin would try and bring him down even further, cursing his owl. Malfoy was probably hiding outside the tower, laughing behind his fist.


    Finite!” said Harry, leveling his wand.


    Hedwig’s sharp eyes never wavered from Harry’s. “When you unhinge your jaw and ask ‘Why?’ perhaps there is a cost. All the possibilities, everything which doesn’t make sense, ceases to exist, does it not? Isn’t there a magic in not knowing?”


    “I don’t— what do you want me to do?” said Harry, his brain tripping on itself.


    “Don’t ask about the impossible,” said Hedwig. “Or it might realize it’s not supposed to happen.”



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    Harry didn’t know what to do. And because the Headmaster seemed to have all the answers as of late, his first instinct took him straight to Dumbledore. Despite the odd hour, the Headmaster looked like he was just getting ready for bed, brilliant blue eyes sharp under a golden sleep cap. His hat in combination with his night robes of liquid gold made him look remarkably like a snitch.


    “Harry, my boy, what has you so disturbed?”


    “It’s my owl, sir. She was speaking and well, now she’s not.” Harry fumbled through his words, not wanting to sound like a total lunatic. “I don’t think it’s a curse. Or a hex. I just—”


    Dumbledore lowered the lantern he was holding. His willowy body turned in profile, inviting Harry into his office. “When you have lived as long as I, Harry, the unusual becomes the spice of life. Alas, an animal companion—certainly one as intelligent as Hedwig—suddenly acquiring a gift for communication is nothing too odd.” The Headmaster looked longingly at Fawkes, who was snoring in his nest of burnt twigs and embers. “What is it that Hedwig has said? I can only imagine if she has decided to speak now of all times, it must be to say something of great importance.”


    Harry’s gaze was nervous, flicking from Dumbledore’s various instruments to his lavish centuries-old furniture. He hadn’t been in here since his explosive outburst. Everything was as it used to be, and he wasn’t sure if that was a relief or a disappointment.


    “She told me not to question…” he licked his lips. “I suppose, it sounds even sillier to say this, but it’s like she read my mind. I was just thinking about the prophecy and how I survived the killing curse, and then Hedwig appeared. She said to not question things too much—that—”


    Dumbledore seemed to freeze in place, like he wasn’t hearing anymore of what Harry was saying.


    “Sir?”


    “I’m sorry, Harry, you quite remember what I said a few days earlier, right? That you survived the killing curse because of the sacrifice your mother made? It was her magic, after all, which allowed me to create the protective charm to keep you safe in your aunt’s home.” As Dumbledore was saying this, he had gone from right beside Harry to his shelf of instruments seemingly in a single stride.


    “Of course, but, Headmaster, I can’t help but think that Voldemort must have made promises to everyone, right? And broken most of them. I don’t understand.”


    “It’s impossible. But now… yes… it must be.” Dumbledore paused, lifting a single silver twirling figurine. “My boy, when I said it was your mother’s magic, it was because it was a distinctly female, a nurturing magic, deeply invested in your well-being. It had to be. It felt like your mother’s. Could it, perhaps, have been a relative? Surely, however, your mother is a muggleborn, no magical cousins to speak of.”


    Dumbledore gave the figurine to Harry and plucked another identical one off the shelf. “Do you see a difference between the enchantometer in your hand and the one I’m holding?” Harry shook his head. The Headmaster then gave Harry the other. Breathing out sharply, Harry realized the second figurine was far heavier than the first.


    “Amelia Bones asked me to monitor her home after the break in at the Ministry,” said Dumbledore. “I have one for dear Arabella, as well as a few other choice witches and wizards, not to mention my own home in the country. My enchantometer for the Dursleys has always been strange in its lighter weight. I could never quite divine the reason.”


    Harry let out a laugh. “No. No way. My Aunt’s a witch? She can’t do magic—she hates magic!”


    Dumbledore blinked at him.


    “I’m sorry, my boy, I seem to have lost my train of thought. What were we discussing?”


    Harry opened his mouth, then shut it, bewildered. Then he realized both the figurines he held now weighed the exact same.



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    Because of the late hour and the sleeping draught he’d downed, eventually Harry had chalked the whole experience up to an extremely vivid dream. Hedwig never spoke again. And Dumbledore, one of the greatest wizards and minds alive, did not simply forget.


    The train ride home was uneventful. He and Ron played wizarding chess, while Hermione went on a rant about all the exams she’d missed. Then she crossed her legs and disdainfully complained about the myriad of Unspeakables who had come to visit her in the hospital wing, eager to prod her injuries under the name of good care.


    It wasn’t until his Aunt and Uncle never showed up to the station that he realized something might be wrong.


    It wasn’t until he hailed a taxi, got to Surrey, and had Piers Polkiss spit at him from his skateboard ‘there’s no Privet Drive around here, mate,’” that Harry realized something was indeed, deeply wrong, and that for all that he and his aunt wanted each other dead, he needed to find where she’d gone and get some answers.


    Imagine that. Harry never thought he’d see the day where he actually needed Aunt Petunia.
     
  2. H_A_Greene

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    them.

    I mean, okay, but... what?

    Dumbledore using 'right' feels out of character, especially when you have Harry do the same in the next paragraph. I'd have ended it after earlier instead.

    See, this is kind of my problem with this story on the whole. There's stuff happening, but no reason for why. Petunia can, apparently on her birthday, wish hard enough for magic to reach out and respond. Okay, that's neat, but then we suddenly skip (edit: realized I was reading the date wrong at the start, derp) and Harry's owl is talking and it's all part of some mystery that, as far as I can tell, is this: Don't ask Why, or Magic will answer in weird ways.

    Which, I mean, okay, sure, that's abstract, but not in a clear or, really, coherent sort of way. And then Privet Drive vanishes at the end and I'm just left staring at my screen and wondering "what?" Harry realizing his aunt's a witch made the place vanish? I dunno man. I'm not entirely feeling this one.

    With that said, and looking at the dearth of entries around here, I have to at least credit you for submitting.

    With the meaner critiquing out of the way, I will go ahead and give you kudos for the characterization. Everyone felt pretty canon compliant, aside from that one 'right?' from Dumbledore that I already mentioned.
     
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    I really like this line, it comes at an appropriate time in the story and perfectly encapsulates its essence. My favorite sentence from this entry.

    Conversely, the flow of the conversation between Dumbledore and Harry was off. This sentence especially:
    Although Dumbledore's characterization is clear, his explanation doesn't clear anything up for me. It left me more confused than before, and for a long time I thought I was reaching the wrong conclusion because of the way the idea is put.

    Frankly, this holds true for a lot of Dumbledore's dialogue. Outside of the usage of "right" that Zenzao pointed out above, it sounds like Dumbledore, but the obfuscation in his words goes too far. Dumbledore is cryptic, but concise.

    Other than that, I really liked this entry. The whole idea behind it is incredibly fun, and I think you did a good job putting it to words.
     
  4. Gaius

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    so i really like the atmosphere you create in this story, especially in the first two sections. i really felt Petunia’s nervousness and Harry’s bewilderment and fear. you also have some great moments writing-wise: apt metaphors, good pacing and rhythm, characterization. but i find the plot to be a little lacking and confusing. by the end, i’m not quite sure why people forget Petunia, how it is she is a witch, what the connection to Lily’s birthday is. i know the prompt was abstract magic, but i feel like these parts are disconnected rather than abstract.

    some more specific comments:

    i like the quickness of this first sentence. it reminds me of the beginning of Sorcerer’s Stone. something strange is happening or going to happen and break through the Dursleys’ veneer of normality.

    i like this seat belt simile. Petunia straps in her family because of whatever it is is bothering her. really adds to her characterization and to the atmosphere full of nervous energy.

    you have a pronoun mixup: “him” should be “them.”

    great and unexpected language when you say Petunia does something unusual then, “she didn’t reach for…”

    The pacing and feeling of your writing is just great. the “very quietly” really makes Petunia seem sad, melancholic here. “Nothing happened” like the rubber gloves detail is very nice. it creates space for us to feel what Petunia feels. and the phrase “But sometimes, on this day, the day she was born…” has a sinuous quality to it that finally reveals why Petunia is so anxious. that ellipsis leaves so much unsaid but expresses so much.

    great characterization of Vernon too. he has such a Vernon-ish reply. that storm and crash seems supernatural for Petunia, but he’s oblivious.


    Good way to pace this bit of the narrative by breaking up the line. who knew clean dishes were so haunting? the “petals” simile is great too since Lily and Petunia are flower names.

    after the break to Harry’s perspective the writing is a bit rougher and pacing seemed slow to me. i think here, so near the beginning of this section, the narrative slows down with these rhetorical questions.

    i like this weird conversation with the Malfoy/Hedwig apparition. it amps up the strange, creepy atmosphere from the first part of the story. it took me a while to realize we were in Hogwarts since you mention that Harry wakes up in his dorm very quickly. although it being February, I should have realized it was during Hogwarts term.

    - - -
    the scene with Dumbledore had a rougher transition and seemed to move a little more slowly for me. why does Dumbledore forget what he’s talking about with Harry? also the enchantometers’ weight isn’t noted until the end of the scene, so why does Harry draw the conclusion Petunia’s a witch before he realizes that it’s the same as the Bones enchantometer?

    edit: p.s. i agree with Zenzao and Utsane that the Dumbledore dialogue was confusing

    bit repetitive and the second “it wasn’t until” is much longer so it doesn’t work well creating a parallel rhythm in these lines.

    i feel like this last sentence and the ending as a whole comes a bit unexpectedly. Piers and Dumbledore have forgotten Petunia and the Dursleys, but why? and i know Harry wants answers, but his need for her comes very suddenly too.

    thanks for your submission! i really enjoyed the writing in the first half of your submission and hope to see an expanded version of this.
     
  5. BTT

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    Petunia somehow having magic (all along? since some time?) is interesting, but nothing really happens in the end. Petunia doesn't do magic until she does, at which point the world self-corrects past that for some reason once Harry realizes that's what's happening - maybe. Harry is taught no valuable lesson whatsoever except not to question things, which is a terrible moral for many reasons.

    So... Yeah. What was the point of it all? Abstract magic was involved, but it leaves no trace, no mark on anyone except Harry, who does his best to pretend it didn't.

    Like the others, I felt your Dumbledore was off. Leaving aside the magical core-weighing enchantometer (there was no better name available?) his speech didn't fit. And him getting his brain blasted by abstract magic without doing anything about it is weird - I expected him to take some measure against that, but he didn't and everything just sort of ends immediately. It's weird, and not really in a good way.

    In summary, a 2/5.
     
  6. FitzDizzyspells

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    I loved your Petunia scene. Petunia's characterization is great, and the inner conflict you chose for her is lovely. You do a great job building tension, and the scene's ending is magical and satisfying.

    That scene accomplishes what your other scenes do not.

    Your decision to give Hedwig the sudden, magical ability to speak doesn't really work, imho. Sorry, but it's just weird, not whimsical. And, besides, your story contradicts itself. Hedwig tells Harry not to ask why, but then what does Harry do? Immediately goes to Dumbledore to solve the mystery and have things explained to him.

    Also, your characters seem to make some strange logical leaps in this story. For example, this:
    “She told me not to question…” he licked his lips. “I suppose, it sounds even sillier to say this, but it’s like she read my mind. I was just thinking about the prophecy and how I survived the killing curse, and then Hedwig appeared. She said to not question things too much—that—”
    is how Dumbledore figures out that Petunia has a little bit of magic in her? That seems like a stretch, even for Dumbledore. Harry's owl spoke to him, and therefore... Petunia can cast magic? I couldn't make sense of that. And I also don't buy a Harry Potter who is able to come to the Petunia realization so quickly, considering how vague Dumbledore is being.

    My opinion? Have Harry and Petunia come to this conclusion together, not Harry and Dumbledore. Think about what an interesting, awkward, compelling, confusing, emotional conversation that would be! At the end of the day, isn't that what fiction's all about? Characters grappling with people and incidents that shatter their preconceived notions. I think you would accomplish that much more effectively by putting Harry and Petunia in a room together, rather than Harry and Dumbledore.

    I think you want this interaction to happen, too. You hint at it in the last couple lines of your story. And, OK OK, perhaps Dumbledore needs to be in this story to connect the dots for everyone. But I at least want Petunia to be there when he does.

    Sometimes people learn from these paradigm-shifting experiences, and sometimes they don't. Maybe Petunia and Harry would have that shared moment, and walk away better for it. Or maybe it would damage their nonexistent relationship even further. Either way, I'd be interested to watch it unfold.
    --- Post automerged ---
    I realize now that Hedwig's speech was a warning to Harry and foreshadowed the story's ending (the disappearance of No. 4 Privet Drive). This doesn't totally make sense to me, but I am intrigued to read more. This feels like the beginning of a story, rather than a complete story, and I think you sense that too.
     
  7. Blorcyn

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    I thought: better to review than not review, as I have read it. Apologies if this isn't very organised or useful, I intend to just ramble on and provide any meagre thoughts I have, better to get it out then never say anything at all. On a first read through, a few days back, it was very confusing.

    I think there's a few things that have led to this, and most of all is that we're doing an abstract magic concept and mistaken it for fluffiness I think.

    I get that the magic needs to be abstract, but your writing doesn't. In fact I think it actively should be the opposite, it should've been grounded, concrete and definite in every part. The contrast between the magic and world would've been sharper here. We could've better comprehended how it had hit the world.

    I think your fluffiness comes from a few things.

    Firstly, after the first scene, your phrasing and your perspective becomes imprecise. Just the narrative itself. You become a bit woolly once that first 3/4 of that first scene with Petunia is done. I think maybe you could've alleviated this with sticking with one perspective for such a short fic.

    Petunia is the one with a wish, but Harry is the one who is confused and is trying to figure out what's going on. Whichever one you decide has the most compelling goal, and the most essential reason to pursue it, should be the one we see all the way through. A prologue isn't needed for this length of story, as it just means we have to sympathise then sympathise again.

    I think the ending could've been done better. Truthfully, I only (kind of) understand what has happened because of the other reviewers. The concrete consequences of the abstract magic should be clearly laid out. It feels like you truncate the story prematurely. Harry finds his revelation, but not his answer, truthfully. He's only fully comprehended the result not the resolution, and denying us the resolution makes this unsatisfying.

    I think there's two essential things to any stories:

    1. Character - the progression of the character is the true point of the story. How what they have at the start, and who they are at the start, is different at the end. The more substantial the change in every feeling and circumstance the more compelling the story.

    2 The Climax - the more inevitable the story feels, the more that a hundred thousand possibilities were in fact, in retrospect, only ever able to lead them here - once they get on the roller coaster - the more satisfying it is. The best stories I've ever read are those where the story ends in a way that it felt like the completion of everything that made up that character. Difficult, I'm sure, in a fanfiction of established characters, but aim for it and fall short and it can't be a bad thing.

    I think the essential problems of your story therefore come down to A) Weak structure/progression of the core concept, and 2) fluffy technical writing.

    I hope this gives you something to consider, and helps in the future. All the best!
     
  8. Shinysavage

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    I'm going to get the negative out of the way first, here, because it's really just one fundamental thing: it ends before it begins. There's a lot of really interesting potential here, and nothing happens with it. If this were to be continued, I'd...well, knowing myself, I'd be very pleased to see that happen, and fully intend to follow it, but eventually forget about it; the point is, there's the basis for a really good story here that never quite gets going. It's a prologue at best, a story concept at worst.

    But! Fully on board with an adult Petunia somehow awakening latent magic within her. Weird and wonderful magic rewriting lives/memories, prompting Harry to investigate a mystery? Hell yes. Talking Hedwig seemingly outside a dream? OK, that one I can take or leave, but it's a nice scene in and of itself.

    Technically fine, but there's some odd details which, to be fair, might be in relation to the mysterious goings on, or simply down it it being more of an AU than the obvious - Sirius's death seeming to have happened by the end of February, rather than the end of the academic year being the main one. The Dursleys having turkey in February is very much a niggle, but struck me as unusual.

    3/5 as is, but like I say, I'd love to see more.
     
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    I really liked this entry just because of the beginning and how eerie you made it, Petunia being able to do magic one day of the year? Thats definitely abstract, but then you didn't build upon it and instead went with Harry's POV, I'd have liked it if it was just Petunia(excellent characterization by the way) and then Harry at the end finding pivet drive is gone. The open ended ending was alright but there needed to be more buildup to it imo. I think Harry could have panicked a bit more then he did, he should have freaked out when Dumbledore forgot everything because at that point he thinks Dumbledore could handle anything.



    I'd really like to give this a better rating but I can't give it anymore then 2/5
     
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    I guess it's just a bit too short.

    You spend quite a bit of time building up to the framework of a mystery, but we don't see much of the mystery itself before the story ends. I really enjoyed the beginning bit with Petunia, but it feels like it sort of cuts off before Harry really starts to unfold that layers of what's happening. I think you could have gone two ways with this, either a) spend more time building up the exposition to make the ending more meaningful, or b) expand on the story to create additional exposition for a different ending.

    And I guess the plot would be better off if it was more circular. I think it would have been much more fitting if it closed off with Petunia, rather than with Harry, because the story feels like it's more about her than anything else.

    also sentient Hedwig??!?!??!??!?!?!?? I have no idea what that added to the story. I guess it's some sort of abstract magic in a sense, but again, the story's about Petunia, isn't it? I don't see why it's necessary for Hedwig to speak. It's kind of secondary to your narrative, but you spend a bit too much time on it.
     
  11. Ched

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    Petunia eh? I’m seeing more and more good Petunia stuff lately, I wonder if it’s a trend or if I’ve just been scraping and finding things I passed by before?

    Anyway Petunia really feels like she’s in a daze here. Almost like I’d expect someone to be if they had dissociated after the death of a loved one or something, but it could also work well as a ‘prey before a predator’ survival reaction. I’m not sure (yet) what you’re going for, since this is a stream of consciousness review, but you really set the tone well regardless.

    “When you were small, did you ever ask why the sky was blue?” said a raspy voice entirely too close to Harry’s ear. He spotted Hedwig perched on the towel holder, looking at him curiously, but no one else. Why was his owl here? “And when your elders gave an explanation about light waves and the atmosphere, did you ever wonder why again?”

    Great line (and the follow-up as well) – that seriously resonated with me and made me think.

    Also I’m curious as fuck where this is going if I’m honest – we went from a creepyass scene with Petunia to a deep scene with Hedwig talking to a realistic feeling Harry. I love it and hope you don’t drop whatever ball you’re holding.

    What does Voldemort making promises to people have to do with anything? Unless you’re referring to him promising Snape to spare Lily, but I’ve always considered that a step removed from what defeated Voldemort. Lily supposedly saved Harry by refusing to step aside when she had a chance. Where that chance came from doesn’t play directly into that unless I’ve missed something. Granted the whole thing is dumb in canon, so YMMV.

    Okay, now we’re getting mysterious!

    …Okay WTF happened? I feel like this story ended at the halfway point. I was into this and thinking it would be my personal winner, but then it just… ended. The thing with the figurines was only half clear – was the point just to show us that something odd happened? Dumbledore seemed alarmed by what Hedwig said about not questioning things too much, but neither Dumbledore’s reaction nor Hedwig’s statement seemed to pay off. I’m also not sure how the first scene tied into anything.

    I’m actually rather confused. Maybe I missed something, but it’d have to be a damned big something. I’ll read the other reviews after to see their thoughts, but wanted to get mine out first.

    But you were ‘winning’ in my mind til the abrupt end, so don’t be too discouraged.
     
  12. Niez

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    Strongest opening by far. I really liked the characterisation of Petunia in this story (your interpretation of her character), particularly enjoyed the dishwashing scene, but then we got to talking Hedwig and that felt like a bath of ice water but unfortunately I couldn't turn the faucet back. Initially I thought Harry had gone mad but unfortunately that did not seem to be the case. I will not elaborate all the ways in which that particular plot device was awful, others have been kind enough to do it for me. I suppose it lends itself to the strange atmosphere of it all (and very strange and very well done it is) but I just can’t take that image in my head seriously. Also the end was suuuuper abrupt. We have no space to breathe in between Dumbledore somehow realising that Petunia is a witch and then forgetting all about it for some reason. If this were a chapter one of a story I’d understand (though a barebones chapter one it would be) but it's not really a standalone story as far as I can tell.

    Lastly, a few things I picked up on.
    Right of the bat this doesn't sound like Vernon. He’s too nice and too well spoken. I am immediately suspicious that this is someone under polyjuice (joking, but only to a point).

    unwrapped them

    silenced an nonexistent, and thus by definition, silent, onlooker? this whole phrase is weird.

    I really like the imagery, but I think it would be even better if instead of the generic ‘light of the television’ it were the actual program playing (or the reflections of the figures on the tv).

    Do phoenixes snore? For both our sakes I hope not.
     
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