AUTHOR'S NOTES: Yes, I'm back with another disabledHarry fic. And this time instead of Harry finding a new family, he'll be living a better life with Petunia.
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Chapter 1 Unfortunate Accidents
HARRY POTTER: The Bonds of Family
The tires on the car were still turning slowly as the police and EMS arrived at the scene of the crash. The 18-wheeler truck was standing at an angle across the darkened street, its front smashed, but that was nothing as compared to the van, whose entire body was smashed and crushed.
As the police officers pulled out flashlights so as to better examine the wrecked vehicle, they could already tell it was bad. Windows were broken and the glass shards glittered as they lay sprinkled like miniscule diamonds over the people inside. Blood was spattered and smeared on almost every surface and at first, no one moved or made a sound as the paramedics hurried in to rescue the people trapped inside.
The cop in charge, Inspector Michael Franklin, watched silently as paramedics worked to free the four people inside: a man and woman each in their late thirties and two teenage boys
"Inspector?" One of the other officers came up and handed Franklin a wallet. "Driver had ID. Vernon Dursley Looks like they were coming back from the mall. Found shopping bags and some leftover food and popcorn bags."
Franklin nodded vaguely. "Try to track down any other possible family." Looking at the two teenagers being carefully removed from the wreckage, he added, "We may need to contact a next of kin. How bad is it?"
Inspector Daniel Harper shook his head as the driver of the wrecked car was loaded into an ambulance along with his wife. "Lot of cuts and scrapes. Probably some broken bones as well. The skinnier boy looks to be in the worst shape. But everyone was strapped in and the car had front and side airbags. The car rolled, so that probably caused some of the injuries. But it looks like everyone's going to make it, at least."
Franklin watched as the heavier of the two teenage boys was the last to be loaded into a waiting ambulance. Once the doors closed, the ambulance took off, sirens and lights wailing in the cool night.
As Franklin glanced back at the car, the tires slowly came to a stop.
Petunia Dursley woke to a splitting headache as a doctor shone a penlight in her eyes. "Ungh…"
"Welcome back, Mrs. Dursley," Dr. Mallory Norton said, lowering the light. "How do you feel?"
"Where's my son?" Petunia asked as she remembered the accident the night before.
"Harry or Dudley?"
Petunia sighed. "Dudley is my son. Harry… is my nephew."
Dr. Norton pulled a chair over to Petunia's bedside before sitting down. "Mrs. Dursley, had your husband been drinking last night?"
"A few beers with dinner, why?" Petunia answered, evasively.
"That's all? Because according to Vernon's blood tests I'd say he was drinking much more than that," Norton said, crossing her arms.
"Lately… he's been near drunk all the time," Petunia admitted. "I tried to get Vernon to let me drive home, but he got behind the wheel anyway."
Norton repressed the urge to roll her eyes. "Well, your husband should have listened to you. If he had, he wouldn't be in a coma."
"What?" Petunia said in disbelief. "Will he be alright?"
"I don't know," Norton sighed.
"What about Dudley and Harry?" Petunia asked. She couldn't help being worried about Harry. She might not like the boy but he was still her last remaining family.
"Dudley's right leg was broken in three places," Norton said, looking grim. "We've set it and he should heal well, but he got some of the window glass in his eyes. We'll have to wait and see but there's a chance that he might end up blind."
Shrugging, Dr. Norton said, "Harry's still unconscious. He broke two ribs and one of them punctured his right lung. He's intubated. But that's not the worst of it."
"What do you mean?" Petunia asked sitting up a bit.
"Your nephew has two serious compound fractures of the left leg," Norton said, handing Petunia a clipboard. "He's stable for right now, but we need your consent for surgery."
Petunia read the form quickly then looked up sharply. "You want to amputate his leg?"
"If we don't there's a strong risk of infection which could prove fatal in Harry's current weakened condition," Norton said, calmly. "We've stabilized the fractures but the longer we postpone operating the higher the risks."
Petunia closed her eyes. She'd never cared for Harry and now she was supposed to act like his mother? What would Lily do in this situation?
Simple… Lily would do what ever she had to in order to save the life of her son. Just like Petunia would do if it had been Dudley. Opening her eyes Petunia signed her name on the consent form and handed it back. "Take care of my nephew."
A few hours later Petunia stood shakily in Vernon's room.
Her body ached but her mind was enflamed with rage. How DARE Vernon jeopardize his own son's life!
"You bastard," Petunia whispered. "You almost killed me, our son… my nephew. You poisoned me against my own sister's child. You hated magic. You made me hate it as well. I could have gotten to know Harry but you pushed him away."
"Mrs. Dursley?" A nurse stood in the doorway. "Are you okay?"
Petunia took one last look at Vernon before turning to the nurse and asking, "Do you know the phone number of a good divorce attorney?"
If Albus Dumbledore had not been prone to buying muggle newspapers it might have been considerably longer before he found out about Harry.
It was a hot, humid morning at Hogwarts and Dumbledore stopped skimming through the newspaper when he saw the name 'Dursley'. Reading through the small article Dumbledore stood quickly and grabbed his traveling cloak and headed for Hogsmeade where he could apparate to London and the hospital where Harry now lay injured.
The last person Petunia expected to see in Dudley's hospital room was Albus Dumbledore. The tall, thin, Hogwarts headmaster stood near Dudley's bed, reading over the boy's chart. "Good afternoon, Petunia. I see you are recovering nicely. I'm glad you were not terribly injured."
"Mum, he says he can help me," Dudley said, quietly. "And… maybe I won't be blind."
"I am prepared to send your son and Harry to St. Mungo's hospital for magical healing," Dumbledore said, solemnly.
Petunia didn't know what to say to that but she nodded.
"Where," Dumbledore asked, politely. "—is Harry?"
Petunia lay a hand on her son's shoulder. "I'll be back in a moment, Dudley." She led Dumbledore upstairs and just as they were about to go to the surgical waiting room, three doctors came out of an operating room one of whom was pushing a gurney upon which lay and unconscious Harry Potter.
"Mrs. Dursley?" One of the surgeons asked.
Petunia watched Harry being taken away. "How is he?"
"Surgery went fine," the surgeon replied. "Hopefully he'll wake up soon if you wanted to talk to him."
Petunia nodded and she and Dumbledore went to the recovery room where Harry was.
Dumbledore noticed that most of Harry's left leg was gone and he looked at Petunia with a raised eye. "You allowed the muggle doctors to amputate Harry's leg?"
Petunia nodded. "I didn't have much of a choice, did I?"
"I am not faulting you, Petunia," Dumbledore said, kindly. "Quite the opposite. It seems that you are at last acknowledging Harry as your family."
"I was jealous of Lily," Petunia said, looking down at Harry's frail form. "She was special. I wasn't."
"You are special to Harry," Dumbledore replied. "You are the only family he has ever known and while Sirius black offers Harry a connection to his father, you offer the only consistent connection Harry has to Lily."
"Vernon almost got my own son killed because he was drinking and he drove. He almost killed me, Harry, and Dudley," Petunia said, bitterly. "Even if Dudley will be okay… I don't want Vernon anywhere near us."
"I will do what I can to help," Dumbledore said, simply. "Now let's get Harry and Dudley taken care of, shall we?"
Lying in his bed in St. Mungo's, Harry wasn't sure what to feel about what had happened to him. Dudley's sight had been saved by some quick healing and the healers had mended the broken leg in no time at all.
Harry, though, was a different story. While the healer had been able to clean up his stump, she'd been unable to regrow Harry's leg.
"Harry?" Looking up Harry was surprised to see Petunia sitting down in the chair next to his bed. "How are you… considering?"
"Okay," Harry said, lying back against the pillows of his bed. "Considering."
"The healer told me that you'll be up and walking in a few days," Petunia said, trying to be cheerful.
"Yeah, but I won't be playing Quidditch anymore," Harry said, not looking at his aunt. "Who wants a seeker with one leg?"
"I'm sure they'll give you some sort of prosthetic," Petunia replied. "Harry… I'm sorry… for everything I've done to you over the years. I was blinded by Vernon's hatred of magic." Harry rolled over onto his side, facing away from his aunt. "I don't expect you to forgive me, Harry," Petunia said, morosely. "But if you… ever want to talk…"
"You're my mum's sister," Harry said, a sharp edge in his tone. "But you've never considered me family. I don't consider you family either."
Petunia felt like she'd just been slapped but she nodded, getting up and heading for the door. Looking back at her nephew she vowed to try and earn back Harry's trust. No matter what it took.