Experience

Catstaff: Yes, Lucius will be torn now. I do feel sorry for him to. Here's the update. Glad you agree with me about Ron.



angel: Yes, Blaise is really brave. As for what happens to the gang, well... part of that will be answered.



Citten: Yes they should be punished. I hope this satisfy's you to some extent. It was gentlemanly of Lucius to hold her wasn't it? She needed him though.



Mary: The tension between these two sexy characters is great. It gets worse though.



ccrawley: Lucius definitely needs to start wooing, doesn't he? But, he feels he shouldn't... *whistles. Lucius over here!*



Pam: I hope this one is just as great.



Lady Lynn: I hope that you consider this as keeping it up!



Anathema: Had the image of that in my brain. LOL, V Funny. I don't think so. But nice thought though.



faye: Lucius is cute when vulnerable isn't he?



Cecilia: Thanks, racism is a subject I broach a lot in my stories, in fact the main reason why I like HG/LM ship is because it breaks two of my favourite barriers. Race and age. As for updating everyday, well, that might be a bit difficult.



lisa: Ron in this one is a - well - make up your own mind. Yeah it is a bit of a leap for Lucius isn't it. He's now firmly on the other side of the fence. I hope you like this chapter...



witch: Flawless writing? WOW! Thanks. I am glad you love this story. As for what will happen to Dudley, answer if you read on.



ShilohDarke: A little too sappy for this particular fic. I like it though. I have sent you an email, so looking forward to reading up on it. She does need an older man though.



Dee Dee: Hermione and Blaise understand the need to keep magic as secret from Muggles as possible. Dudley doesn't know Harry's friends that well. I doubt he looked that closely at Hermione the few times he's seen her. I hope you like this chapter.



La Bibliographe: I hope that I can keep it up for as long as you like but I might crack under the strain. Lucius is wondering why he hasn't kissed her yet, and he's beginning to get a bit stroppy. I think I answered your question above; as regards Hermione and Blaise's lack of magic.



Mistress Malfoy: Yeah, I loved writing that scene. I was going to make it sexier but the muse didn't like it. But now he's getting a little tetchy.



BuckyKattGirl: Well, each to their own; I think Blaise is hot... never mind. It actually gave me shivers that the day I post that chapter a black New Yorker got shot hours before his wedding... that angered me... but I'm not American so I don't have a view on that. But yeah, racism is something I feel strongly about.



Lyssa: I think I found a way for there to be more Lucius! Hope you like more story.



Criosdan: They should, shouldn't they! Oh well, perhaps they will...



Wednesday



Lucius Malfoy woke up the next morning with a headache. He got out of bed and looked in the mirror. He needed a shave. He also needed pain relief. He shaved first, being careful not to mar his perfect skin with a cut. He smiled at his clean-shaven face. He brushed his long hair and sighed. He needed to get to her as soon as possible. He was worried sick for Hermione. He had thought about his feelings for her and he could not deny them even if he wanted to. He must suppress them though. He must hide them from her. The last thing she needed was another complication in her life.



He groaned as he walked to his wardrobe. He decided to wear some silver robes today. He was about to untie his nightrobe when he felt the tip of a wand prodding his back.



“Hello,” a familiar voice greeted. Lucius blinked; and gained composure before turning around.



“What the hell are you doing here?” Lucius asked.



“Thought I’d pop in on an old friend,” the intruder said.



“You can’t stay,” Lucius hissed.



The intruder raised an eyebrow. “Why not? I’ve been living here for the last couple of months. Interesting turn of events in your love life,” the intruder sneered.



“How did you know about that?” Lucius asked.



“I’ve been spying, Lucius, she’s a sweet little thing, isn’t she? I’ve been keeping an eye on her to. Grown up to be rather tantalising hasn’t she? I think so. I’m sure you think so to.”



Lucius ground his teeth together. “Stay away from her!”



“Can’t guarantee that,” the intruder said. “Lovely bit of flesh though.”



“You disgust me!” Lucius exclaimed. “She’s intelligent, witty, and wonderful. You go one step near her, and I might forget that we were friends.”



The intruder laughed crudely. “I don’t think you really have a choice.”



The intruder tapped his wand on his head and his image shimmered and disappeared. Lucius swore. He turned around and rushed on the robes. She didn’t need another complication but it seems that, that is what she will get.



He walked down the steps and went to the Morning Room. There was some breakfast laid out for him. He didn’t think he had an appetite but he laid sugar on the porridge and ate it anyway. He pushed the bowl away and thought about the surprising revelation of the morning.



Perhaps, Lucius thought. He might be gone by the time I get home.



He got up and checked the clock. He was an hour early but so what. He needed to sort a lot of things out in his head. A quiet couple of hours in the Ministry might help.



~*~*~



Hermione got up as early as she could to have a bath and to try to get some breakfast inside her. It was at times like this that she wished the Mountain Troll had actually succeeded. She was about to go into the bathroom when the hall light was switched on and Ron was standing in front of her.



“Why did you do that?” Ron asked.



“Do what?” Hermione replied with confusion in her eyes.



“Tell dad what I did with Parvarti,” Ron said acidly.



Hermione groaned. “Don’t bother me with this now.”



“Why did you?” he asked.



“Because your father was under the impression I was betraying you, Ron, so I decided to tell him the truth that you haven’t told him. If you don’t mind I need a bath before I get dressed to go to work.”



“Sure in robes he bought you!” Ron sneered.



Hermione rolled her eyes. “If that’s all you’ve got to worry about Ronald Weasley then I envy you! My boyfriend got shot in the arm last night and you’re worried about your hurt pride. You know Ronald Weasley, I’m glad you kissed Patil in the Common Room. You opened my eyes to the selfish bastard you truly are!”



Her voice rose an octave or two and it woke up Molly and Arthur. Harry groggily walked out of his room rubbing his eyes.



“What’s going on?” Molly asked.



“I don’t know,” Hermione said. “Ask your son.”



She stepped by Ron and walked to the bathroom. Harry looked at Ron with a frown. Molly looked at her son with a puzzled expression on her face.



“What does she mean by that, Ron?” Molly asked.



“I kissed another girl because everytime I wanted to be with Hermione other people wanted her.”



“How can you be so selfish?” Harry asked. “Hermione’s busy because she’s Head Girl. She’s got a schedule. She HAS other priorities!”



“Yeah, one of those was with Blaise Zabini!”



“He’s Head Boy, Ron, they had to spend time together,” Harry replied. He was slightly fed up of Ron’s selfish attitude of late himself. It was always the same. Whenever someone else was in the spotlight he didn’t like it.



“She could have put some time aside for me; I was supposed to have been her boyfriend.”



“I despair of you, Ron, I really do! Ginny understands perfectly well that I can’t spend as much time with her as she wants me to but she doesn’t act all childish about it. It’s about time you grew up, Ron. There are more important things in life than you.”



Ron opened his mouth to protest, but Harry raising a hand and walking into his room and shutting the door cut him off. Ron turned around and looked at his parents. Molly narrowed her eyes at her son. Arthur shook his head and raised his eyes to the ceiling. He wondered how most of his sons could be total idiots when it came to girls. About the only two that weren’t were Bill and Charlie. The rest either didn’t want to know or were completely incompetent.



Hermione had a bath but it didn’t relax her. She walked down the stairs after putting on the frosty pink robes and sat down at the table. She realised with a sudden certainty that this was definitely it for the Dream Team. She could not stay here a moment longer. It was obvious that her and Ron were through.



She picked up her purse and smiled as she noted the extra gold galleon that had been slipped inside; perhaps he thought I wouldn’t notice. Lucius had been so kind to her that previous evening. He had his arms wrapped around her and she felt like she was home when she was in his arms.



She ate some toast and got up. She looked at The Burrow knowing that this was possibly the last time she’d ever spend in this kitchen. She grabbed some parchment and a quill and she dipped the quill in the ink.



Dear Mrs Weasley.



Please pack all my things. I am going to look for someone else to stay with. I am sorry things had to go this way, but I cannot stay a moment longer in this house. It has become apparent that Ron and I are no longer friends. We’ve grown apart. I know you had such high hopes for the two of us; but we’re different now.



Thank you for being so kind and wonderful to me, like a surrogate mum. I’ll have to try and find my own place.



Hermione Granger



She slipped quietly out of the door. She made it to the gate when someone ran after her and stopped her. She was face to face with Molly who had seen her write the note.



“I won’t pack your things,” Molly said. “I don’t care if you’re not friends with Ron anymore; you’re an orphan and you need a home!”



“I’ll find one,” Hermione said. “London is full of cheap flats for people like me. Besides, I am eighteen years old. Don’t worry about me Mrs Weasley. My parents taught me well.”



Molly clutched the parchment to her bosom and started sobbing. She did not want this to happen but it had. She looked at Hermione walking out of the gate. Hermione apparated. Molly wiped the tears from her eyes and walked back to the house where Ron was tucking into some eggs.



“I hope you’ll be happy with this Patil girl, Ronald Weasley, because I know I won’t be!”



Ron stared moodily into his plate. Harry walked down the stairs and noticed the parchment that Molly was holding onto.



“What’s that?” Harry asked.



“Hermione wants me to pack her things for her. She no longer wishes to stay here. I can’t say I blame her,” Molly replied looking at Ron with a malevolent glint in her eyes causing Ron to push back his chair and stomp up the stairs with his hands in his pockets.



~*~*~



Lucius was sat in his office with a cup of black coffee in his hand; he breathed in the aroma and sighed. He had a squatter in his Mansion. His new job role meant he had to arrest his old friend. But he wasn’t sure whether he meant to do what he did. The Unbreakable Vow his wife had made him go through was very obscure.



He rubbed his face. Speaking of arrests he had to have a talk with Potter about arresting his cousin. They had hurt a Wizard and therefore they should receive a Wizards punishment. He didn’t trust the Muggle policemen. The questions they asked were a bit personal to say the least.



Couldn’t they see the stress the poor girl was under as it was? Why they just didn’t take her at her word and arrest the two brats was unclear to him. Even Potter had thought that it was a waste of time. It was clear that Potter had a clear view of his cousin; Lucius wondered if Potter would let blood become thicker than water. Surely, he mused, he’d care more about Hermione than he would about his cousin?



The door opened and Hermione walked in. Lucius eyes widened. He got up off his seat immediately and walked up to her. He could tell she had been crying all night.



“What are you doing here?” Lucius asked gently. He stroked her back and led her to the sofa at the far end of the office.



“I have to do something to keep my mind off my troubles,” she sniffed. “I – I’m not one of those people that can sit and do nothing.”



Lucius nodded. He stroked aside some of her hair. She was still beautiful even though she had been crying. He continued looking at her. She wiped some tears with the back of her hand.



“Is there anything I can do for you, today?” Lucius asked. “I could go out and kill those boys!”



Hermione looked up and saw the set look of determination in her boss’s eyes. “That won’t be necessary. If you want to help me, you can find out what is affordable for me in the property market.”



Lucius frowned. Surely the Weasley’s weren’t kicking her out? “I could but I thought that you were staying with Arthur Weasley.”



“I was, but Ron and I have had an argument, and I don’t think that we’ll ever be friends again. I can only forgive him so many times.”



“I think that you’re a saint,” Lucius whispered. She looked deeply into his eyes and wanted so much to drown into them. “Mrs Weasley is on her son’s side I take it?”



“No, she wants me to stay, but I can’t. It’s just too awkward.”



“What about your parents?” Lucius asked.



“They’re – they’re dead,” Hermione hiccoughed. “They died a few months ago.”



“How?” Lucius asked.



“Death Eaters,” Hermione sighed. “The Mark floated above my house. My mother had been raped a dozen times before she was killed. My father was slashed at the neck and in the stomach. He was systematically tortured, beaten then murdered.”



Lucius trembled. He had no idea that this girl had been through so much already. He looked down on the floor. “I’m sorry,” he said.



“It’s not your fault,” Hermione said. “You were still in prison at the time.”



Lucius found that he had edged closer to her as they spoke. He found that all he had to do was lean a little further down and their lips would touch. All he had to do was show her how he was prepared to look after her. He was just about to but the door opened to reveal a Weasley. It was Arthur. He saw the position the two were in but refrained from saying anything.



“You don’t have to leave, Hermione, we know Ron’s being an idiot at the moment but we like you.”



“I can’t stay in the same house with him,” Hermione said. “Sorry, Arthur, but that’s the way I feel.”



Arthur nodded. He took out several small boxes and looked at her. “If your sure?”



Hermione nodded. “I am sure, Arthur, look its nothing against you and Molly, but I think that as Ron and I are no longer friends then I cannot stay a moment longer. You must understand.”



Arthur nodded again. He understood. He had lost a friend once and it was difficult to gain that friend back.



“How are you going to manage on your own though?” Arthur asked.



“I’ll just have to,” Hermione said. She pushed Lucius away gently and stood up on her feet. She walked over to the desk and started going through the reform list again.



“So,” Arthur sighed looking at Lucius. “What have you decided to do about Harry’s cousin?”



“Arrest him, Arthur. He harmed a Wizard; he should receive a Wizard’s punishment. It is up to Potter of course, but from what I gathered last night, Potter and his cousin are hardly friends.”



“That’s an understatement,” Hermione snorted.



Lucius and Arthur turned around and looked at the young woman before them.



“What do you know of them?” Lucius asked.



“Hmm, well, their hatred of each other was similar to that of Sirius and Bellatrix.”



Lucius raised an eyebrow at that. Sirius and Bellatrix absolutely hated each other; she hated him so much she killed him. Surely Potter did not feel like that towards his own cousin.



“In fact,” Hermione murmured. “There was a point during the summer holidays after our first year that Harry confessed that he couldn’t wait to see Draco Malfoy again just to get out of the house.”



Perhaps his hatred does extend that far. Lucius wanted to question the two boys but if Harry Potter let his personal feelings get in the way then maybe he could be more of a hindrance. Lucius looked at Arthur.



“I am going to have to talk to Potter.”



Arthur nodded. He looked at Hermione and placed the small boxes on the table by her hand.



“Think about it, Hermione, we still love you,” Arthur sighed ruffling her hair.



Lucius narrowed his eyes at the other man. How was it easy for Arthur to play around with her when I can’t, and tell her that he loves her? he thought. Maybe its because it’s a different kind of love. He sighed. I wish I would stop thinking that I love her!



He looked at the young woman writing at her desk. It would be well nigh impossible for a young woman without any money to find a place. True he had set her up, but 100 gold galleons was just the start of it. He chewed the inside of his lip. She had no chance to find somewhere that she could live on her own. He had to take steps here and now.



“Miss Granger,” he said. “If living with the Weasley’s is going to be that unbearable for you then you can stay with me for the remainder of the two weeks.”



Hermione turned around and her jaw hung open. “I possibly couldn’t.”



“Why not?” He asked her. “Realistically I am your only option now. There is nowhere that will accept a person to rent just for two weeks.”



“But, sir, I am thinking of it as place to live after I finish Hogwarts. That’s only going to happen in a couple of months.”



Lucius looked at her and nodded. “I see. And, how would you afford that?”



Hermione blinked. “You’ve given me to understand that if I do a good job I might have a job working as your secretary?”



She wants to stay with me? He sighed. “Listen, Miss Granger. I can’t guarantee you a job. I might have hired someone else by the time you’ve finished school: Then what?”



Hermione looked down at her feet and shrugged her shoulders. “I guess I haven’t really thought this through have I?”



“Not properly, no.”



Hermione chewed her lip and looked at her boxes. She had to have somewhere to go to tonight.



“I suppose so,” she said. “If you feel that it won’t be an inconvenience.”



“Of course not,” Lucius murmured. “I have plenty of room.”



Hermione nodded and turned back around. She wasn’t sure whether staying with Lucius was such a good idea but she felt that short of being homeless she had no other option.



“What about what people will say?” Hermione asked.



“Let them talk, Miss Granger, we know we’re innocent,” Lucius said. Although, he wasn’t so sure anymore whether his intentions were entirely honourable.



Hermione started on her work as soon as she could. She had to get something off her chest; and scribbling away at something that did not concern her private life helped her immensely.



“Would you like a coffee?” she asked her boss. He nodded. He had just sent a memo to Harry Potter. He needed the strength to face the boy. Hermione walked into the coffee room and shut the door. She had to cry some more.



“Well, she certainly is stunning, isn’t she?” the silky voice of the intruder said. It shimmered into flesh and blood.



“Why are you following me?” Lucius asked.



“I’m bored, and you’re the one with the delicious secretary.”



“Keep your eyes off her,” Lucius growled.



“Hmm,” the intruder said. “Well, I don’t think I can. She’s rather tasty looking once you get her out of those silly Gryffindor robes.”



“Leave this office immediately,” Lucius said grinding his teeth. “Potter is going to be here any minute and I don’t trust you to keep your temper around the boy. I barely manage it.”



“I think I’ll stay and hear what the brat has to say,” the intruder said. “Besides, she’s coming back in soon. I hope she walks past me; her perfume is lovely.”



“Your sick!” Lucius muttered. “She’s not for you, Snape!”



“Isn’t she? Now she’s staying at your place, as am I – I might have some fun with her. She’s a quick learner.”



“You are not staying at my Mansion,” Lucius hissed. “You are leaving as soon as possible.”



Hermione opened the door and Snape tapped his wand on his head. He was disillusioned by the time Hermione walked out of the office and brought in three mugs of coffee.



“I heard you talking to someone,” Hermione said, “so I made a cup of coffee for it. I didn’t know how they liked it.”



“The person left,” Lucius said. “Don’t worry, Miss Granger, I am sure Potter would like it.”



“I am not too sure Harry would want to drink something I made. He generally takes Ron’s side of the argument everytime.”



Lucius saw her robe being brushed aside. Hermione dragged it back into position. He raised an eyebrow. He knew exactly where Snape was standing and he didn’t like it.



Hermione sat down and she felt something press on her shoulders. She shrugged it off. She turned around.



“Do you have a ghost in your office?” Hermione asked Lucius.



“Don’t think so,” Lucius said. “I would have known about that by now.” His tone hardened. He wished Snape would leave. He was trying to keep the young brat alive.



Lucius sipped his coffee and needed to answer a call of nature. He narrowed his eyes at where he guessed ‘Little Brother’ was standing. He walked out of the room and shut the door. It would be up to Snape to reveal himself to Hermione.



Hermione began getting rather annoyed. Whatever it was that was annoying her was doing an extremely good job of it. “Harry Potter I swear if that’s you in your invisibility cloak I’ll clock you one!”



“Guess again, Miss Granger,” a silken voice whispered in her ear. “My, haven’t you grown?”



“Show yourself, Snape!” Hermione exclaimed fiercely.



“Oh, I don’t think so, although clever guess.”



“Well, only one Wizard can annoy me with that voice,” Hermione said.



“Annoy you?” Snape asked innocently. “I was under the impression that you annoyed me.”



“Shut up,” Hermione said. “What are you doing here?”



“Having fun,” Snape said. “This Work Experience suggestion of yours finally got used, did it?” She nodded. “And I am not at all surprised Lucius Malfoy picked you first. You are quite interesting to look at, aren’t you?”



“I wouldn’t know about that,” Hermione said grinding her teeth together. “You better make yourself scarce before Harry turns up.”



“He can’t see me,” Snape said, “and I promise to be as quiet as a mouse.”



Hermione frowned. “Have you heard about Blaise?”



“Yes,” suddenly Snape’s tone was serious. “Yes, I’ve heard all about it.”



“Then you know that I am dating one of your precious Slytherins?”



“You’re dating the wrong one,” Snape muttered.



“Oh really,” Hermione huffed. “Since when have you been concerned with my love life?”



“Since you keep making mistakes with it,” Snape hissed back. The doorknob turned and Hermione felt something brush against her dress. She was about to turn around when she was grabbed by the waist and pulled back on the chair. She was sitting on an invisible lap. “Act as if nothing is amiss.”



She felt Snape’s hands stroking her belly. She fumed angrily. Why oh why can I not have a normal, quiet life?



Lucius strode into the room followed by a very belligerent Harry. Harry looked at Hermione and smiled weakly. He walked up to her and handed her a note.



I’m sorry, I hope we can still be friends?



Hermione looked up at Harry and nodded.



“Very sensible,” Snape whispered in her ear.



“Mr Potter,” Lucius said. “I trust that you are related to one of the boys in last nights incident?”



“Dudley Dursley happens to be my cousin,” Harry said. “He’s no friend of mine though.”



“So, if we arrest Mr Dursley you wouldn’t try and save his neck?”



“No,” Harry said. “I saved his life once; if he doesn’t appreciate that then he deserves all what he gets.”



“Even if that involves fifteen years imprisonment at Azkaban for Manslaughter with Intention to Murder?” Lucius asked. Harry looked directly into Malfoy’s eyes.



“He hurt my friend,” Harry said. “For all my life I’ve been a victim of his. I won’t let him go unpunished.”



“Blaise Zabini is a friend of yours?” Lucius asked.



“No, but Hermione is.”



Lucius sat back and steepled his fingers. He looked at the young man directly in front of him.



“And would you testify against him if you had to?” Lucius asked. Harry nodded. His green eyes shone with a light that actually made Lucius uncomfortable. He had not seen such cold hatred in Potter before and it rather disconcerted the older Wizard. “Very well. You may go.”



“Mr Malfoy,” Harry said. “When is the arrest going to happen?”



“Today,” Lucius said. “We need to find him first.”



“I know where he is,” Harry said. “Let me take care of it. I’ve been waiting for this moment in years.”



Lucius scrutinized the young man before him. Harry Potter not Death Eater material my foot, Snape!



“No, Potter, you are not an Auror. I will send Kingsley, but if you go you are to stay in the background, understand?” Harry nodded. He was fingering his wand and turned around to Hermione. She was fidgeting in her seat. He blinked and shook his head. He swore he saw her dress ride up her leg.



“I’ll be fine, Harry.”



He left the room looking at Hermione suspiciously. She squirmed and was about to jump off the seat when Lucius sent a revealing hex Snape’s way.



“Get off her, Snape.”



“Spoilsport,” Snape muttered, “you’ll find that, Hermione, he’s a right old spoilsport.”



He brushed aside some of Hermione’s hair. Hermione blushed as she felt his hand crawl up her leg.



“Stop it, you letch!”



Snape sniggered and he looked at Lucius. “She’s grown up, hasn’t she?” He turned around and sucked on the crook of her neck. Lucius was beginning to roil now.



Snape set her on her feet and left the room but not before he tapped himself with the disillusionment charm.



“Creep,” Hermione muttered; shuddering from his touch. “Sorry.”



“I am in full agreement with you,” Lucius said.



They both heard a very satisfied chuckle on the other side.



~*~*~



Dudley was sitting at home. He had not told his parents what he did during his days. After letting the trigger go he decided he should stay at home tonight, besides he had images of the streets of London swarming with policemen looking for him. His parents were watching some soap. He was bored.



Someone rang on the doorbell. Vernon looked at his watch and muttered something about ‘bloody salesman!’ he walked to the door and opened it. He was stunned to be staring in the eyes of his nephew.



“Hello, Uncle,” Harry said. “May we come in?”



“We? Do you need new glasses or something? There’s only one of you. And no! You’re not coming in!”



“Sorry,” Harry blinked. “Oh,” he turned around and waved his hand wearily in a general direction. “Did I mention that I had bought some friends with me?”



Immediately, in timing with Harry’s wave Kingsley Shacklebolt and Lucius Malfoy had lifted their disillusionment charms. Vernon’s eyes popped out of their sockets. They might be dressed like Wizards but Vernon Dursley knew men who meant business when he looked at them, and he didn’t want to end up on the wrong end of these two particular gentlemen’s temper. Especially the blonde one! The blonde one looked really scary. Harry was almost grateful for Malfoy’s Death Eater arrogant stance.



“I am Lucius Malfoy, and this is my colleague Kingsley Shacklebolt. You might now him as your Prime Ministers secretary. I am the Head of the Auror Department. We have come to arrest your son!”



They let themselves in and Vernon opened and closed his mouth like a codfish. Petunia gargled a scream and wrapped her arms around her son as she looked at the two scary men. Harry stepped from between them and looked at the sight.



“Pathetic,” he sighed. “I bet if my mother was alive she wouldn’t mollycoddle me the way you have him, and all for naught. Aunty Petunia; be proud of your son. He’s going to be the first Muggle to be arrested for harming a Wizard.”



“I aint done anything!” Dudley exclaimed sulkily.



“Oh really,” Harry said coldly.



“I thought you were supposed to stay in the background, Potter,” Malfoy growled. “We’ll handle it from now on.”



Harry folded his arms across his chest and stared daggers at his nemesis.



“Mr Dudley Dursley, we are arresting you for suspicion of Manslaughter With The Intention of Murder of a young, black Wizard by the name of Blaise Zabini and the possible rape of a young Witch by the name of Hermione Jane Granger,” Kingsley intoned in his deep rich voice. “You will be spending time in Azkaban awaiting trial. If we fail then I am sure your Muggle Police would like you to entertain Her Majesty.”



“They were freaks like him?” Dudley snorted.



“Hmm,” Harry said. “Well, there’s three of us and three of you in this room. Remember, Dudley, remember that Dementor?” Harry had turned positively fierce. “I still remember when you held a cigarette lighter over my knee. I still remember the time when you held me upside down and shook me so my head hit the concrete several times. I saved your life despite all that but you have hurt my friend. So, it’s Azkaban for you. I’ve heard some great things about it... it’s where my Godfather stayed. No one can escape it.”



“After all what we’ve done for you Potter, is this how you show your gratitude?” Vernon bellowed. Harry turned around and looked at Vernon.



“Shut up you old Walrus!” He turned to his aunt. “I will no longer be darkening your perfect little doorstep again.”



He reached for his wand and set a levitating charm to his cousin. He charmed the cousin to come his way and Kingsley gagged and bound the young fat man and they all trundled off; Dudley was shivering with fright. Harry Potter could fight back after all!



A/N - Snape - wow - now he's going to spoil everything... or is he? What was the chuckle about? Is he and Narcissa in this together, or does he want Hermione for himself? Will Petunia finally realise that her son is not the perfect little prince she thought he was? Stay tuned!