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The Heritage - Chapter 52
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A/N: Editor for the chapter is Dave
A/N: Scene from the last chapter.
Captain Weston agreed with him. It was indeed very strange, and the naked Lord-Baron and the even so naked girl who followed him were a very strange sight to be hold, he thought. He did not expect to be surprised like this again ... ever, and he smiled. She was a hot babe, he thought.

Suddenly he heard the sounds of fast approaching footsteps and when he looked up, he was so astonished, that he almost dropped his weapon. That same monster of this afternoon was running in an extreme high speed through the corridor and passed their unit quickly. The monster was totally naked and was wrestling with a naked girl in his arms ... the same naked girl as they saw before. All of his men were following the strange combination of monster and naked girl with their eyes ... Private Paul Palisser dropped his weapon on the floor!

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"Romilda!" whispered Harry.

No reaction.

"Romilda!" whispered Harry again, this time louder.

Romilda looked around like she heard something or somebody mentioning her name. She shrugged her shoulders and she continued to read her book.

"Romilda, bloody hell, is she deaf?" Harry whispered, he was almost screaming.

This time Romilda put her book down and looked around her. For sure she heard somebody calling her and cursing. There is one thing she did not like, and that was cursing and calling people and her bad names. She frowned and turned. The bedroom door was half open and Harry's head was sticking out ... he was looking annoyed at her.

"Are you the one who is cursing, Harry?" Romilda snapped at Harry.

Harry looked surprised at her and blushed somewhat embarrassed.

"Well, uhm ... sorry about that, Romilda. But ... did you see Gabrielle?" Harry stammered.

"No, I did not see her, but I know where she is," replied Romilda.

"Where is she then?" asked Harry anxiously.

"In the bathroom," Romilda replied, a vague smile came on her face.

Harry looked relieved, but then he glared at her. "Which bathroom?"

"The bathroom in your bedroom," answered the grinning Romilda.

Harry's eyes went up. "The ... oh shit!" and Romilda frowned. "Don't curse so much, Harry."

"When a crazy woman is hunting for you, you would do the same or worse!" murmured Harry, when he opened the bedroom door wide and came out. He closed the door behind him and walked towards the other entrance door.

"I am in the library," Harry said loudly. "In case somebody needs me." Harry grinned. They can look for me in the library, but will not see me there then maybe Hermione. I'm going to the soldiers and see how they are doing, Harry thought.

Suddenly the bedroom door opened and Gabrielle came out.

"Harry!" she yelled and started to run towards Harry. Harry was considering to run or to stay, but when he looked closer at Gabrielle, he decided to see what he could do, because this time Gabrielle was dressed and she did not look so ... strange like she did yesterday night.

"Why do you avoid me, Harry?" asked Gabrielle.

"Well, Gabrielle. When you look how you reacted yesterday, then it is very logical that I tried to avoid you as long as you were in that frenzy," answered Harry calmly.

He heard Romilda snorting behind his back.

"Being saved by women and that is our stud, our fiancée and future protector against everything evil," Harry heard her murmuring loudly.

Harry grimaced and Gabrielle looked uncomfortable. "Yes, sorry about that, Harry. But I got very disturbing news and I did not know what to do then only turn to the one who can save me," answered Gabrielle solemnly.

Harry nodded. "I understand, Gabrielle. But are you better now?" Harry asked uncertainly.

"Yes, much better now," said Gabrielle with a smile on her face.

"Today the Goblins are arriving and I take care that the problem with your father will be resolved, and if needed, with a strong arm," said Harry.

"You mean you are going to buy him and the family Delacour out?" asked Gabrielle anxiously.

"If needed, and your father wants to do bad things to you, and he will not be reasonable, then I take him out of business, and if that means the whole of his family, that will be exactly the case," said Harry.

"Are you going to sell him as a slave?" asked Gabrielle.

"No, I don't think so. Why should I do such thing?" Harry said anxiously.

Gabrielle smiled sweetly. "I wait until tonight, then," she said.

Harry nodded relieved. This morning was a crazy morning, because before, during and after the exercises he was running from Gabrielle, to the amusement of all the girls and he scowled.

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Vernon, Petunia and Dudley were standing in front of the window of their living room at Privet Drive, waiting for the Queen to pick them up.

"Is the Queen herself coming to give us a lift?" asked Dudley stupidly.

"No of course not," answered his father. "She has many servants who are working for her. I think that she will send servants to pick us up in style.

Petunia was anxiously waiting for the cars to arrive to pick them up to see the Queen at Castle Gryffindor. She had already talked with every neighbor in the neighborhood, and everyone was very impressed. She could see that most women were jealous and many of them did not believe that something would happen with the Dursley's. She smiled. If they only knew ... well ... it would not be much longer, because according the grandfather clock in the corridor it was time to be picked up.

And yes, a large, black shining limousine drove slowly in the street at Privet Drive, which stopped directly in front of their house. Wow, that was for them, and she immediately saw that all curtains moved in all houses at the Privet Drive. Unbelievingly faces appeared in the windows showed that everyone was spying on what was going on, and Petunia lifted her head proudly up and walked to the front door.

"Well, shall we?" she stated to her husband and son, who started to sweat.

"Wow, and I thought it was a hoax or something like that," breathed Dudley now, more impressed then he was before ... also very nervous.

The three Dursley's left their house, locked the door and walked to the limousine, where the chauffeur was standing next to the open backdoor.

The three Dursley's did not say anything and dove in the open door ... the eyebrows of the chauffeur went up, but decided not to say anything. He was being warned for rude behavior of this awful common folks. He closed the door politely, walked around the limousine to his door, entered and seated himself, and the limousine drove off.

Vernon, Petunia and Dudley Dursley did not say much during the trip. Dudley was playing with the television, and Vernon had discovered the bar, while Petunia was looking outside. The trip took more then three hours, and the Dursley's started to become bored.

Vernon was hitting repeatedly and loudly the separation between the them and the driver,

The windowpane opened a face looked at Vernon.

"What can I do for you, Sir?" asked the face.

"We want to know how long this takes. I need too take a leak," said Vernon with a red face.

"It takes only ten more minutes, dear Sir, and we will be at the castle," said the man and the windowpane closed with a loud snap. Vernon sighed annoyed and looked at his wife.

"Vernon, you can be so rude, sometimes. He is the servant of the Queen, Vernon. You don't mention something so dreadful with that kind of people," she said scowling.

Vernon's face became somewhat bluish now, and looked darkly at his wife.

"Dad, open the hole again and we piss through it. That might give him the message," Dudley said with a grin.

Vernon looked thoughtfully at the closed windowpane, when he was considering it, and Petunia was huffing on her seat.

Suddenly Vernon stood up and looked evilly at his son. "That's an excellent idea, son. You pound that wall here and I piss through the windowpane," he said with a wide grin on his face.

He was grabbing the zipper of his new pants, and sighed frustrated. "For a suit of seventy five quid that damn zipper is not working, Petunia!"

Petunia was looking incredible at her husband.

"Don't look so stupid, woman. Help me!" yelled Vernon, becoming red in the face and yanking on his zipper.

Petunia gasped outraged and turned back to look out of the window.

The sound of tearing cloth was clearly noticeable and Petunia looked back at Vernon in shock. Vernon's face was becoming blue, because he had the zipper in his hand, and the expensive suit costing seventy five pounds was ruined.

The three Dursley's were staring stunned at the zipper in the hand of Vernon, and Dudley smirked.

"That's seventy five Pounds," growled Vernon darkly, looking angry at his wife. Petunia sighed. "You are going to meet the Queen, and with torn pants for such expensive suit, how could you?" she shrieked.

Dudley pounced on the windowpane, he had fun, because it was really funny, his father in almost his underpants, and planning to piss on the chauffeur, and he could not help to let his smirk grow on his fat face. His three chins were wobbling in mirth.

Vernon heard his son pouncing on the windowpane and it opened. Vernon's hands went immediately to his underpants to get his thingy out and piss through the hole, but at that moment the limousine made a sudden stop, and Vernon smashed against the separation wall in great force, his face pressed almost through the opening, staring at the amused face of the chauffeur.

"Excuse me, Sir. We have arrived," the chauffeur said calmly. He slammed the windowpane close ... straight in the face of Vernon, who bounced from the windowpane because of the impact on his face.

The door next to Dudley opened, but nobody was there to keep it open and Petunia did not know exactly how she supposed to act. Should she be disturbed by the behavior of the driver or chauffeur, or should she be outraged at Vernon and Dudley by their irate behavior? Vernon was working himself up to a frenzy, she could see that very clearly, because his face was now deep purple. She sometimes wondered when a vein in his head would snap and that would be the end of Vernon Dursley. Well, she had always his life insurance of a million Pounds, and with that reassurance, she stepped out of the limousine and looked around.

Dursley glanced at his father, who looked like an overripe plum, and decided to follow his mother. He worked himself out of the car with a lot of trouble and looked at his mother, who was standing with her jaw open staring at something behind Dudley. Dudley turned and his jaw dropped open as well.

Vernon felt the fury raging in his head and body, the pounding of his heart pumping the blood with force through his limps became very noticeable, and he felt like he could take the damned driver and turn his neck around, the same like he always was dreaming about doing the same with the Potter brat.

He clenched his hands into large ham sized fists and flexing them. He could make a kill right now, he knew. He was so angry, how could that fuck'n driver be so rude with him. He was the invitee of the Queen, for god sake, and he groaned. He will teach that arse hole a lesson in manners, he thought. He followed Dudley out of the limousine with a lot of problems. The door was large, larger then for a normal car, but Vernon was not one of the slenderest persons around, and he pressed his body through the door opening with a lot of trouble. AT last he was out of the limousine and stood straight ... he looked at his wife and son. They were staring in astonishment at something behind Vernon, and Vernon turned. He forgot his anger and his jaw dropped as well.

A huge castle was standing in front of them, a castle Vernon only could recognize in movies, only much more beautiful and more regal ... and that castle was so white, it was simple unbelievingly. That was the maximum of his ability to comprehend something of real beauty, and Vernon looked around for someone to give him some advice what to do now.

Petunia looked at her husband and she noticed a large bruise on his nose, which was now also covering part of his cheeks, and she was considering if she should mention or ignore it. He could not do anything about the bruise anymore and it was his own fault as well. Petunia decided to say nothing, and she looked around to see if there was somebody who could help.

The motor of the limousine started and it drove away in great speed, and Petunia huffed. What a lack of manners, the servants of today. Even the servants of the Queen lacked any manners.

"Are you the Dursley's?" asked a military voice behind the Dursley's.

Petunia turned and she saw four soldiers in black uniforms standing behind them. Vernon sighed in relieve. "At least some one who looks competent," he said with a huff.

The faces of the four soldiers did not change, except the officer who raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, we are the Dursley's," said Petunia.

"Yes, personally invited by the Queen herself," added Vernon proudly.

"Yes Sir, Madam, if you would follow us," the soldier said and he started to march in the direction of the castle.

Petunia immediately followed the soldier, while her husband and son were puffing to keep up far behind her.

The soldiers and Petunia reached the entrance hall of the castle, where they were waiting for Vernon and Dudley, who looked both worse to wear. Petunia noticed the broken pants, and she saw very clearly the white spotted underwear of Vernon and she winced.

A heavy breathing Vernon and Dudley reached the entrance hall at last, and they were dizzy of all the unusual physical exercise they were forced to take.

Before any of them could say anything, another soldier appeared from a corridor and walked fast to the group.

"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, I presume?" he asked formally.

"Yes ... that's us " answered Vernon with a plum face, seriously breathing.

"Come with me," the new soldier said. He turned and walked quickly towards the corridor where he previously appeared from, with Petunia closely following and Vernon and Dudley hesitantly following.

"Why is everyone in such a hurry," asked Vernon, laboring thought the grand corridors.

"No idea, Dad," answered Dudley, laboring next to his father. The two whales were moving slowly and heavily sweating through the corridors of the Gryffindor castle, until they reached a hallway with two huge doors and the soldier with Petunia impatiently waiting.

"At last," Petunia huffed. "The herald is waiting for us."

"What is a herald and why should he wait for us? " said Vernon, heavily breathing.

"To announce is, of course," Petunia sulked and she turned to the soldier and nodded.

The soldier, who was a Major, smiled thinly and turned to the huge doors, and knocked. The doors opened and the Dursley's saw a lot of people already present in a ballroom like room.

"Mr. Vernon and Mrs. Petunia Dursley and their son Dudley Dursley," he announced loud and clearly for everyone with a formal voice.

Petunia beamed and Vernon narrowed his eyes, while Dudley was stupidly glaring at the people in the ball room, until his sight fell on a very sexy blond chick.

Inside the ballroom Harry froze in his tracks. The Dursley's? Suddenly he felt the hand of Su on his shoulder and she smiled. "Sorry Harry, but I told you so, and they are here for us to have a little revenge on them. I hope you don't mind?" she asked.

Harry glared at his Aunt and Uncle for a moment and then he turned to Su. He kissed her on her lips and smiled sadly.

"As long as you keep them from me, then it is alright, otherwise I might kick them straight out of the castle in a nice coffin, you hear me?" Harry said angrily.

"Hush, darling. I have everything under control," whispered Su. "Watch and enjoy the show."

The Dursley's walked into the ballroom; both male Dursley's were gaping stupidly around the beauty and elegance of the ballroom and the beautiful graceful girls everywhere present, while Petunia was almost screaming in pleasure.

Dudley suddenly looked at the previous blond chick and he strolled over. "Hi beauty," he said with a wide smile on his face, looking expectantly at the breasts of Luna. "What do you think, you want to have some real fun together?" he asked, his dripped some saliva in the corner of his mouth.

Luna looked at him expressionless and raised an eyebrow, but said further nothing.

Petunia was looking to all the people already in the ballroom.

"Where is that ruddy Queen?" whispered Vernon loudly. "My feet are killing me and I want to eat."

"Vernon!" exhaled Petunia. "Behave your self!"

"Do you have the camera?" asked Vernon, while he was eying a red haired beauty. He would love a photo of that one, because she would give him pleasure for many lonesome hours to come at work. That red headed beauty did not seem to wear much, and he could clearly see the outlines of her tits ... Vernon licked his lips.

Petunia looked also at the red headed girl. Somehow she looked familiar, but her attention was pulled to the herald.

"Her Royal Majesty the Queen," he announced formally.

Everyone who sat stood up immediately and faced the large entrance doors, where the Queen, Princes Philip and Charles entered the ballroom.

Petunia was looking like she could faint every moment, while Vernon was glaring at the Queen, and Dudley had only eyes for the tits of Luna, who curtsied at the Queen. The Queen looked around until she met the eyes of Su, who pointed with her head to the Dursley's. A small smile appeared on the face of the Queen and she looked briefly at Prince Philip, who only nodded.

The Queen walked gradually and majestically to the Dursley's. Petunia's eyes went wide, she couldn't believe that the Queen was coming for them! What had she done to deserve such honor? It was already strange that they were invited by the Queen, and Petunia had really expected that it was a hoax or prank, but surprisingly it seemed to be true. And now the Queen was approaching them! Amazing! Wait until the neighborhood would find out!

Vernon started to become nervous. It is nice to see the Queen close up, but talking to the Queen he was not able to do. He had no idea how to address the woman. Maybe with 'highness' or something like that ... he did not want to ask Petunia, because he would hear this for the next twenty years of their marriage, no way. Vernon looked at his son to see what he was doing. But his son was not paying attention, because he was devouring a girl with his eyes ... and a good looking girl as well. The blond girl who was standing before with him disappeared and Dudley was ogling another blond girl with short hair and a nice outfit or dress or what ever it was called what they were wearing.

Vernon snorted. It was good to see his son to have such interest in the females, much better then to be a homo, and to lust after males ... he shuddered when he thought of that. He knew somebody who had such a son, it is unnatural ... as abnormal and perverted as that Potter brat.

Potter! He thought about that unnatural Potter brat! If that Potter could see him now, in front of the Queen, and the thought about the Queen made him feel much better. He would be curious to know how the Potter brat would react if he could know that he spoke with the Queen ... well, he would speak with her in several seconds, because the Queen as almost with them. He felt all the stares of the people in the ballroom on them and the Queen, and he could imagine what everyone was thinking. They must be thinking that they were the most important people of the castle. Vernon's chest became bigger and he felt that he chest was swelling in proud.

"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley," started the Queen, looking to the Dursley's. She noticed the state of Vernon's trousers and she raised an eyebrow.

"Did something happen with your trousers, Mr. Dursley?" asked the Queen.

Vernon looked at his torn trousers, where the white of his underpants was clearly visible.

"Well ... you see ... highness ... I am ... your driver ... he ... ah ... your driver tore my pants," Vernon stammered with a red face.

"My chauffeur did that to you," asked the Queen unbelievingly. She looked briefly to Prince Philip, who was looking very amused. Her son, Prince Charles was looking penetrating to the fat man, but said nothing. It was very clear that her son did not like this man. He looked like a real bully, as was his son.

"Is this your son, Mr. Dursley?" asked the Queen.

Vernon looked at Dudley like he saw him the first time of his life and it took several seconds of processing before he was able to answer the Queen.

"Yeah, highness," Vernon answered and his chest filled out even more. "He is a world champion boxing," Vernon boasted. "He is so strong, that nobody can best him. He might teach your little soldiers here a lesson."

The Queen pulled another eyebrow up. "Is that so?" and she turned to Dudley.

"Dudley is your name, isn't it?" the Queen asked the fat boy.

"Yeah," answered Dudley stupidly.

"It is Your Majesty," corrected Prince Philip, looking penetrating at Dudley.

"What's in it for you?" yelled Dudley.

It was absolute quiet in the ballroom of the castle, and everyone was following the conversation. Special Forces soldiers came closer to the Dursley's in case something would happen and they were on their guard.

Prince Philip paled instantly and his eyes started to glitter dangerously, but the hand of the Queen stopped him.

"Well, Dudley, you suppose to address me with 'Your Majesty', "the Queen said friendly.

Dudley looked at the Queen strangely. "Why? That happens only on videos, not in real life."

"What do you mean, Dudley?" asked the Queen curious.

"Well, the Queen and the Princes do only exist in movies, but in real life you have normal people like us, and abnormal ... those like niggers, pimps, hookers, queers ... and Potter," finished Dudley with a sneer.

"And how do you know that, Dudley?" asked the Queen frowning.

"From Dad, of course," Dudley answered.

"Do you not believe that I am the Queen?" asked the Queen.

Dudley looked helpless at his father, who was looking pointedly at the Queen.

"I guess so," said Dudley.

The Queen looked at a very red-faced Petunia. "Mrs. Dursley, this is your son?" the Queen asked, pointing to Dudley.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Petunia answered curtsying.

The Queen smiled faintly. "Please, do tell why your son is so badly raised."

"Excuse me?" Petunia said flabbergasted. "Your Majesty," added Petunia, because she was almost forgotten.

"I have some questions for you, and you are the only one who seems to be able to answer them," the Queen said frostily.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Petunia answered looking at her shoes.

"Do you know if it is punishable by law to starve a child?" asked the Queen, looking straight at Petunia.

"Of course it is punishable by law, Your Majesty," answered Petunia immediately.

"Locking up a child ... is that punishable by law, Mrs. Dursley?" asked the Queen.

"Of course it is punishable by law, Your Majesty."

"And when a parent is locking a child up and refuse to give food, what do you think must happen with such a parent?" asked Prince Philip.

"They need to be locked up them selves," cried Petunia immediately, the rightness anger clearly visible on her face.

"That's right," said the Queen slowly, and Petunia was smiling happily. You see that the Queen was a nice person who only agreed with her.

"And why did you not feed your nephew and why did you locked him up in the cupboard?" asked the Queen innocently.

Petunia's jaw dropped and she looked accusingly at Vernon. Vernon looked nervously at the Queen, then the Prince, then back at Petunia.

"Vernon, you tell the Queen," Petunia hissed.

"Well, highness, that boy ..." and suddenly Vernon thought it was very suspicious. "How do you know about Potter?" he asked.

"Answer my question, please," commanded the Queen.

Vernon winced, but looked defiantly at the Queen.

"Dudley, what do you have to tell about Harry Potter?" she asked.

"Oh, that's a freak," bragged Dudley.

"You mean to say that he is not a human?" asked Prince Philip.

"Oh he is, but he belongs to ... eh ... freaks, he is stupid, and stinks, he is crazy like you will never see with anyone, he steals, and he is ... well ... very strange," Dudley said thoughtfully. "I always used him as a exercise for my boxing training. That's what my dad told me to do, and why not. They boy is weak, ugly and an idiot."

"Aha," was the only thing the Queen could say.

Vernon was looking proudly at his son, but his wife was not looking so happy. She knew that her husband was very unreasonable towards the boy, but telling such things to the Queen might be a bit too much, and it could cause them trouble and problems. Petunia knew that it was against the law what they did with the boy. He was the son of her sister, but her sister was a freak, as was her son. And freaks were dangerous, because they were unnatural according Vernon, and he was right of course.

When Vernon found the boy on their steps many years ago, she was hesitating in keeping him or bringing him to the orphanage, and there were many moments in her life that she regretted the decision to keep him. But she and Vernon did more then their duty, because they did everything to squeeze the unnaturalness out of the boy.

They did so many good things for the boy. They provided him the space in the cupboard, and in this way they tried to remove all the unnatural things out of his head. She read once in that time they started to put the boy in his cupboard, that the Catholic charge was locking people who were possessed into a small cell. According the magazine, this treatment worked in all cases, and that was what they did with the boy.

She was not sure if it helped, but she was sure that she tried to let the unnaturalness bleed out of the boy. If they would not have done that, then there would have been many more accidents than those accidents of the boy at his primary school. In that time, she and Vernon had discussed how to suppress the unnaturalness out of the boy, and they agreed to keep him in the cupboard and to refuse him anything that their Dudley got; attention, food, gifts ... anything which might look like that his unnaturalness was being rewarded.

"Your Majesty," started Petunia. "The Potter boy is a special case, because he is a boy with a certain history. The church writes about cases like him, and they call the state of the boy as being possessed. Also according the information, a person who is possessed must be treated in a special way. See it as a case of a handicapped child, such child must be treated differently then a normal child. We did all we could to get the possession out of him, and we hope that he and the world in general will appreciate our efforts very soon," said Petunia.

She felt proud on what she had done for the boy, the memory of her sister and the world in general. That unnaturalness must be forced ... no ... squeezed out of the boy.

"Mrs. Dursley, you think that Mr. Potter is possessed?" the Queen asked surprised.

"Yes, Your Majesty, he is possessed for sure," said Petunia. She pulled herself to her full height. I"I personally think that we have the duty to squeeze his unnaturalness out of the boy, and we did as much as we could to do so. My husband did so much for him, and nobody appreciates him for that, because we are normally silent about our good deeds towards this boy. Locking him up in the cupboard was something that the church does when they treat a case of possession."

"Aha," answered the Queen disgusted. "Possession you say?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, possession," answered Petunia satisfied. Vernon was nodding his head in agreement, and Dudley was goggling Zara.

The Queen looked at Su, and Su was shaking her head slowly and almost unnoticeably. The Queen understood that the girls planned a revenge on the Dursley's and now she understood why they wanted to have such a revenge. The problem here was that the Dursley were not suitable as parents, and that their view of reality was ... let's say disturbed and dangerous. Society was supposed to interfere with people like that, and she didn't understand why the authorities had not with people like this.

She had several possibilities now. She could order for their arrest and investigate why the authorities were ignoring such abuse of a child, or she could ignore what she saw and let the girls have their revenge or she could do something else like asking the Secret service to handle this case. It was not the first time she would do such thing, and she knew that it would also not the last time. Such a pigs of people in front of her made her almost sick in disgust, but it was important that those three were being handled accordingly.

She looked again at Su, and she saw that the girl was looking pointedly at the Dursley's and she saw something else. A certain smile on her face, which told the Queen that the girl had special plans for the Dursley's and she decided that moment to wait and see what would happen. If the girl would not be able to handle the Dursley's, she would definitely do so instead.

The Queen signaled her husband and son, and they moved away from the Dursley's. Petunia sighed almost in relive. In a way she felt that there was a danger coming from the Queen, and the expression on the face of the Queen was almost feral for several moments. But she must be mistaken about that, because she was the Queen, wasn't she? The Queen would never do something to harm the common people and they were almost holy people in their quest of the boy.

Suddenly she was thinking about the reason why they were here in this beautiful castle. She got it, now she understood, and a very excited Petunia turned to her husband,

"Vernon, I know why we are here," she said excited and happy. "They are going to give us a prize or something like that, to honor us because of the treatment of the boy. We are heroes and they will give us a reward!"

Vernon looked skeptical at first, but now he thought about it, he could not help himself to agree with his wife. That was the only logical explanation for this whole thing here in the ruddy castle. That was indeed the case, and the only explanation why they were here with the Queen. That was also the reason why they asked about the boy, because who knew about the boy the only them and the freaks?

Vernon smiled proudly. "You are right," he said to Petunia. "And it's about time we get recognition of all the good work we did," he said satisfied. Suddenly he heard music and he looked up.

In the back of the ballroom he could see the musicians playing some kind of classical music and several older people came on the dance floor and started to dance. He led Petunia to a corner and watched the people dancing. Dudley was gone but Vernon was not interested in his son at the moment.



"When do you think do they give us our rewards, because I want t go home, there is soccer on the TV this evening and I want to be home by then," Vernon said. "Maybe they give us a ride with a helicopter, and then we can get home faster, instead of that ruddy driver."

Petunia nodded and watched the dancing people. They were dressed beautifully and she longed for a dance like that. When she was small, she and her sister learned to dance as well, the tango it was at the moment, and she sighed. She looked at her husband, but she knew that Vernon was not able to dance, and he also did not like such things. He was too corpulent to dance, and smiled sadly.

A girl approached them. They girl looked also vaguely familiar, like she saw her before somewhere, but Petunia could not remember where she could have seen the girl.

"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley," said the girl. "May I introduce my self, my name is Ms. Hermione Granger and I like you to show you to your rooms," she said politely.

"I don't want to go to my rooms," said Vernon rudely. "Give us our rewards and we will be on our way to our home."

Hermione looked strangely at the fat man, and remembered her role in the scheme.

"Of course, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley's, if you follow me, there is some refreshments waiting for you in your suite," she said with a smile on her face.

"Refreshments?" asked Vernon, suddenly very interested. "You mean food?"

"Yes, Mr. Dursley, there is food," Hermione said with a polite smile.

"Well, girl, why didn't you say that before? Show us the way and let's go," he said happily.

Hermione, followed by the three Dursley's left the ballroom to the suite of the Dursley's, which was located not far from the foyer opposite the bedroom of Harry.

"Please, tell me again why I must be hidden from the Dursley's, Su?" asked Harry disgruntled, watching the Dursley's go.

"Because revenge is best served cold," Su said with a feral smile on her face. "I want to have them in my power the whole day and night. And I don't want that you do anything rash, I want that you only watch and learn how the Dursley's will receive what they deserve."

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A/N: Editor for the chapter is Dave