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Chapter 54
This is a real harem story. Not the ones you can find everywhere about a bunch of kids having a go with Harry and Harry with them, but an official harem like the old Sultans from Turkey ages ago wi...
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The Heritage - Chapter 54
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A/N: Editor for the chapter is Dave
A/N: Scene from the last chapter.
Suddenly Mr. Dursley came out of his daze and he noticed the little green creatures and he started to roar ... he attacked one of the elves ... he hit the elf straight in the face, and the body of the little elf flew against the wall and the sound of sickening crashing was very noticeable. The elf collapsed on the ground and was not moving anymore. The enraged man attacked the next elf and kicked the little creature in the chest, and she flew four meters away against a magical painting, and collapsed against the floor ... also not moving anymore.
The man was crackers! And that might be a potential dangerous situation when the man would lose his marbles and the Prince's hand went into his pocket to get his SIG P226. If needed, he would shoot the man!
Vernon was still roaring, but this time the elves were prepared, and the pointed their little fingers at the enraged man and six thin beams of grayish light collapsed on Mr. Dursley and he collapsed on the ground with a lot of sound.
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Harry was pacing before the door of the infirmary and he was murmuring something. Su and Thea were looking worriedly at Harry, because they knew that he was angry.
"Hurting my elves ... that brut!" yelled Harry in anger. "That was uncalled for!"
"But Harry, we don't know the details of what happened exactly," said Thea. Su was saying nothing. The fact that Vernon hurt the elves was a grave mistake for him, and it might end very badly for the brute. She understood now a little bit better of what happened with Harry all those years he was living with that derailed family as a young boy. In her opinion she would contact her father and let him sent some thugs and finish the Dursley's off.
But that was also very unsatisfying, because a real revenge must be applied slowly and with a lot of torture, which everyone of that family deserved. She grinned when she thought about their son. Eunuch he was ... his little thing could not be attached anymore, because it was crushed. Magically it was possible to attach his willies again, but without the organ it self, the only thing what could be done was making Dudley a girl!
A girl! That was the perfect idea.
"Gidi" she said.
Gidi appeared next to her.
"Gidi, I want that Dudley to be changed into a girl," said Su with a feral grin on her face.
Gidi was looking shocked at her Mistress.
"He lost his willies and he will be a Eunuch. It is better that the boy becomes a girl, and in this way he might marry a nice and good looking man, what do you think?" Su asked innocently.
Gidi looked thoughtful for a moment.
"The Mistress wants to have the baby whale changed into a girl?" Gidi asked incredible.
"Can the medical elves do this?" asked Su.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Gidi, still looking thoughtfully.
"Then do it," she said.
Gidi stared to grin evilly. "Yes, Mistress, and she plopped away."
"That's evil, Su," said Harry, but his eyes were twinkling.
"It is, isn't it?" smirked Su. Thea was looking anxiously at Su. "You are scary sometimes, Su," whispered Thea. "I'm happy that we are not enemies."
Harry smiled at Thea and turned to Su. "How did you get Dudley to panic?" Harry asked curious.
Thea was laughing loudly, while Su was smirking evilly. "I borrowed your little pet-snake," said Su, and looked briefly at Thea. Hermione and Thea helped with that one.
"Borrowed? You borrowed Nagini?" Harry asked incredible.
"Yes, we did. We moved Nagini into the bathtub of Dudley, and when he took a bath, he discovered Nagini hovering above him, and he panicked and bolted. The only thing we did not count on was the fact that he became lost in the corridors, until he had the fatal collision with his mother," Su smirked.
"How did you manage that?" asked Harry questioningly.
"Managed what? You mean his parents?" asked Su with her eyebrows raised.
"Yes?"
"We didn't," answered Su. "We did not even manage the thing with the Queen," she said, laughing softly.
"How is the Queen?" asked Harry anxious. He needed to speak with the Queen, but when she is upset ..."
"Well," said Thea uneasy. "The problem with the Queen and Princes are that they saw everything from the beginning until the end, and the Queen is rather upset at the moment."
"Is she upset with us?" asked Harry carefully.
"Not with us, but with the Dursley's," laughed Su.
"How did they react on the presence of the House Elves?" asked Harry.
"Well, now they don't remember the house elves anymore, but when the elves appeared, Mr. Dursley went nuts."
"And they still did not make any connection with the castle and me?" asked Harry unbelievable.
"That's right," answered Su with a smile. "We want to wait till the last moment, the final confrontation between the Dursley's and everyone else. I want to see their eyes plopping out of the sockets!"
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"The thing is, Your Majesty," said Hermione," that Harry was raised in a terrible way, something that not many boys would be able to survive."
The Queen looked thoughtful.
"But to change the boy into a girl is a little too extreme, don't you think, Ms. Granger," asked Prince Philip calmly.
"When Harry was one year old, his parents were killed and Harry was hit by the killing curse as well. The evil wizard Voldemort lost his body and he continued his life as an evil spirit. In the mean time the baby was taken from his home and placed with his abusive Aunt and Uncle. From that moment, Harry had not a safe home anymore, and he was hunted down, abused, tortured and mistreated by those monsters, and there was nothing and nobody who was looking out for a baby."
Hermione looked at the Queen, but she Queen waved her hand to continue.
"When a social worker started to investigate claims from neighbors, she had her memory altered and sent away by the Headmaster, who was very aware what was going on. But by unknown reasons he even promoted the abuse to be continued on a harmless little boy. Over the years the boy grew up in an abusive household until he came to Hogwarts. But there was his suffering not ended, because the Headmaster took care that the boy got shock after shock nonstop. He was never protected, never loved by anyone and anything, and up to now there were no parents who could protect and love him like a normal child deserved. "
Hermione looked pensive for a moment.
"I know, because I was there as well, and many adventures made me sick and worried as well, but I had loving parents who took care of me. Ron, our other friend had a similar environment and his parents took care that he had care as well. I know that he got help from his parents by sending him to a doctor. With me was the same, and my parents sent me to a therapist, because it was a terrible ordeal. But Harry was censored by the Headmaster and sent away to an abusive household. The fact that Harry did not end up as a dark wizard is a miracle. "
"But that still does not explain why you want to have that Dudley figure change into a girl," said Charles with a vague smile on his face. He understood why she wanted to do that, because revenge at this moment sounded very interesting. He knew of the abuse that happened to the Lord-Baron and he was thinking on justice. Let the Authorities handle those people.
"It is revenge, Your Highness," said Hermione. "Simple revenge, because there are not many things what the authorities can do anymore, because all proof is gone and the only thing what can be done is telling the stories of abuse," said Hermione. "Harry will never tell what happened at the Dursley's, because he is like all the abused children; they seldom talk about it, and he will never go into details about that horrible time, because it would be too painful for him. Knowing him, he will refuse to do that. And that means that the Dursley's would go free with their crimes."
"And do you think that changing Dudley into a girl would help?" asked the Queen.
Hermione turned to the Queen. She was very serious now, because she truly thought that would be for the best.
"Your Majesty," began Hermione. "I personally think that in the long term it would be for the best. He is now not able to begin any relationship with anyone, and when he is a girl, he can get used to it, and after some time he might find a life as a woman," she answered.
The Queen agreed quietly with Hermione, but still she is the Queen and normally she can't allow something like that to happen. As Queen she was the Head of State, and she was not allowed to abuse her power by playing private games with citizens like the Dursley's were. But on the other side, those Dursley's were obviously derailed, and something must be done against those creatures, but legally she knew there was not much what could be done against them, unless the Lord-Baron would press charges. She decided that it would not be in the interest of her and the State that she interfere with anything. Let the young people decide what they wanted to do, as long as she would not know. She smiled sadly.
"Ms. Granger, I will look the other side when something might happen, only don't make it fatal, shall we?" said the Queen carefully.
Hermione looked anxiously.
"What is the matter, Ms. Granger?" asked the Queen somewhat worried.
"I need to tell you, Your Majesty, that Harry would react very strongly on situations, where he thinks that he is manipulated. The reason is because of the ex-Headmaster of Hogwarts, who was manipulating him from the moment that he was with the Dursley's till he was removed as Headmaster," said Hermione, looking at her shoes. She expected that the Queen might become upset with her.
The Queen smiled. "That I can see myself. I plan to have a more active role to support the Lord-Baron, and I think I can help him with many things," the Queen said. She patted Hermione's shoulder. "Don't worry my dear, everything will work out, you will see."
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Vernon Dursley awoke slowly. The first thing he was aware of was the smell ... the hospital smell. He was in a hospital? How could that happen and he tried to think what had happen. He did not remember anything special and the last memories were that he was in that ruddy castle in the suite with his wife ... his wife!
Suddenly the memory of hearing screams, yelling and wailing came back to him, and he opened his eyes. He looked at a white ceiling ... this time a normal ceiling without paintings and little statues and strange impossible colors, and he felt a little bit calmer now. He looked around and he noticed beds in several rows. This was a sickbay like you could see in a sickbay in a ship! He noticed Petunia lying next to him ... but she seemed to sleep!
A wailing sound brought him out of his trance and he looked up. He saw a large girl standing in front of a mirror on the wall. She looked very well, her hair was medium long and falling on her shoulders, she was not thin, but healthy fat, her boobs were huge and she had nice fat shaped legs ... a bit short, but they would do very nice and he licked his lips.
That was a nice girl for his Dudley, he thought. The girl had an arse like a horse, only bigger. Perfect for his Dudley, he thought again, and he was eyeing the girl appreciating. Maybe not only for Dudley ... for him as well! That piece of meat looked much better then his skinny Petunia, what a lot of flesh and he was already starting to have wet daydreams about grabbing that amazing looking arse and squeeze it with all his power and then he would take that pussy in his other hand and rub it ...
The good looking girl whaled again while still looking in the mirror, and Vernon decided to help the girl ... you never know ... maybe he could get something at this moment. He stepped carefully out of the bed and walked towards the girl.
"What's the matter, honey," he said with his most charming voice. "Shall I kiss the pain away," he swooned.
The girl looked at him with despair on her face, and Vernon was taken aback for a moment. What despair, he thought and suddenly he looked closer at the face of the girl. She was strangely familiar, but that would be impossible, because if he would have noticed her before, he would remember it for sure.
The nice looking girl started to cry and opened her sexy mouth to say something. Vernon loved it, and he was already fantasying that he could give her something to feel better, like a French kiss he wanted to try out for already so long.
"Oh Dad," wept the girl in a deep male voice. "Look what those monsters did with me."
Vernon's jaw dropped at the ground and his brain could not process what he heard. Firstly of all, his good looking girl had a voice of a man ... no ... a boy. And secondly that voice was the voice of Dudley. That means ... Vernon's eyes rolled in his sockets and he fainted.
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"What is now on the menu, ladies?" asked Harry.
Hermione and Su were looking irritated at Harry and Thea huffed. "We are doing this for the common decency, Harry. What they did goes beyond limits, and I want to see them suffer," said Thea.
Su smiled evilly and Hermione smirked.
"We let them all sleep until eleven o'clock this evening. In this way they can't go home. And then nightmare on elm street, episode two begins for them," said Hermione with a special glance in her eyes.
"Can you tell me what is going to happen?" asked Harry anxiously.
"No, we can't. We know or we think we know how they will react on their last happenings," said Su.
"We know for sure that Vernon Dursley will blame Petunia for the loss of Dudley's willies, and I expect that he wants to hurt her, knowing the bully type. If he does, we let Petunia escape and we hope that Vernon will try to hunt her down."
"And what about Dudley?" asked Harry.
"What about him ... or rather her?" asked Su.
Harry laughed. "Is there something special on the menu for her?" asked Harry.
"No, I don't think so. I think she is already punished enough for the evening. Tomorrow morning we have something special in mind for her," answered Su with a grin.
"You don't let Aunt Petunia being hurt by Vernon, aren't you?" asked Harry worried.
"Nah," answered Hermione. "But both of them will suffer, and we are not responsible for any mishap which might happen on their way through the castle."
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Petunia woke up with a shock. She did not know where she was, and she had no recollection of what happened and why she was laying in a strange bed in such a large room in white and ... many beds? This looks like a hospital! What happened with her?
She looked further through the room and the first thing she noticed was the large windows and a large blood-red moon was shining, lighting the room with its dimmed red light. Everything seemed to be encapsulated in reddish light ... it was almost like everything was covered in ... blood?
Petunia's eyes widened. She was always afraid in the dark, and now everything looks even scarier then normal. Where in gods name was she and how did she came here in the hospital. She thought back ... what could she remember before ... and suddenly she saw two figures in beds next to her. She looked more carefully and she recognized Vernon ... strange, he is not making much noise. Normally he was snoring as loud as possible, but now ... is he alright? They were all in the hospital, because next to Vernon lay her Dudley.
What happened with them? Did they have a car accident?
Petunia froze. The sound of a wolf through the night! A werewolf! That was a werewolf and she thought immediately about her nephew ... werewolves existed! She knew that, and proof was obvious for her, because her nephew went to that school for freaks.
"Oh gods, Vernon please wake up," she wailed in desperation.
The lone wolf howled with its paralyzing and penetrating voice through the lonesome and quiet night, and was immediately answered by the wails of many other wolves.
"Oh god, have mercy on my soul," cried Petunia. "What did I do to deserve this?"
The crying of the wolves came closer and Petunia jumped out of bed and wanted to close the window before the wolves would come for her. She bowed over and tried to reach for the window handle, when suddenly she saw right below her something glimpsing ... white and ... and white teeth snapped at her, and Petunia screamed and pulled back from the window as fast as she could.
She turned with one flashing turn and bolted towards one of the beds. Behind her she heard the wolf gnarling and bawling and without realizing what she did, she dove on the closest bed with a male ... her son or husband, she thought.
She landed with a thud on a fat body ... she could feel his fat belly under her body, and she sighed.
Suddenly the body under hers stirred and Petunia looked straight in the face of Vernon.
"Vernon," she whispered. "There are werewolves here."
Vernon looked unbelievable at her, and snorted. "Woman," he growled. "It is about time that we slept together. It's more then sixteen years ago we had something together." Vernon was grinning widely and he licked already his lips.
Petunia's eyes went wide in horror and disgust, wolves and werewolves totally forgotten.
"No way!" she yelled and tried to get off from Vernon, but Vernon was holding her tightly. "No, woman," he said hotly. "The only way you can escape is after our little fuck," he grinned, but suddenly he became aware of the strange smell and the sound of bellowing.
He looked over the body of Petunia and saw a shadow and two reddish lights flashing at him and he froze.
"What the hell is that?" Vernon yelled.
"Let me go, Vernon," squealed Petunia. "That are wolves," she breathed. "Werewolves!"
Vernon's first reaction was laughing, then to hit something for this sick joke, but he saw that a second shadow joined the first one, and both were bellowing evilly, and he swallowed.
"How they came here, and where are we?" asked Vernon, his voice lightly shaking.
"Let me go, Vernon," squealed Petunia again, and suddenly Vernon released her indeed. Petunia moved out of bed and bolted for the door, opened it and disappeared, slamming the door closed behind her.
"Godforsaken woman," yelled Vernon and he looked at Dudley ... or what he assumed was Dudley, because he still did not seem to move. And suddenly he saw the two wolves crawling towards him, and the first reaction was run! And that was what he did, run for everything he had, and he managed the reach the door and disappeared behind it, being very sure to close and lock the door behind him.
Well, better Dudley them him, he thought. I can always try to make another child.
He turned and almost waltzed over Petunia.
Petunia was looking wide eyed at him ... but it was clear that she did not se anything. And suddenly she started to scream and Vernon became afraid that she lost her marbles, because her screaming sounded like the screaming of crazy people and she did not stop.
Then Petunia started to gag ... she bowed over and she put a finger in her throat ... but clearly nothing came out. It looked like she ate something bad? He did not understand what was going on with his Petunia.
"WHAT DID I DO?" she screamed hysterical.
Vernon looked very strange at his wife, and he thought that she meant Dudley with the wolves.
"There is nothing you can do about it, Petunia," said Vernon, trying to calm her down. "The wolves have him now and ..."
Suddenly Petunia jumped towards the door where the werewolves were with Dudley and opened the door, Vernon was too slow to stop her and wanted to run as fast as possible into the opposite direction.
"Dudleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey," screamed Petunia and she burst into the hospital room where Dudley woke up because of the ear-piercing blaring of his mother.
Petunia ran to Dudley's bed, wolves and Vernon totally forgotten.
"Oh my baby, I'm so sorry," she screamed and hugged Dudley, but that went different then she had thought, because his huge breasts were in her way, and Petunia released the boy and looked confused at Dudley.
"What is that?" she shrieked, pointing to his chest, clearly visible in the reddish moonlight.
"Those are my breasts, mum," yelled Dudley as loud as he could. "You changed me into a woman."
Petunia looked confused at Dudley.
"I remember now," yelled Vernon behind her. "You bit off his willies, you evil woman," he roared, and Vernon stepped quickly closer to Petunia and lifted his arm to hit her. Petunia had many years of experience with the violent behavior of Vernon Dursley and could easily avoid the approaching fist by ducking.
Petunia stepped back from the bed and she could see what Dudley meant with breasts. His big breasts were dominating his body, and Petunia was confused. How ... what is that? She had no idea why Dudley had suddenly breasts! Was this a sick joke?
"I did not ... I never could do something like that!" she exclaimed pointing to the breasts of Dudley, but Vernon did not listen to her. He came after her and tried to hit Petunia again with his ham sized fists, and missed only centimeters from her face.
"When I awoke I found Dudley as a woman, you bitch!" he screamed at her. "And you bit his willies off, it's your fault."
Petunia started to run to the door again and disappeared with a raging Vernon on her heels. That man is mad, absolutely mad. How could she bite his willies off? And how could Dudley change into a woman? And suddenly it came back to her. The memories of that disgusting thing in her mouth, and all that blood and the Queen! Oh my god, all of that in front of the Queen. Oh she was so ashamed and she began spitting on the floor, because of the sudden taste of something dirty in her mouth. She spit again, and looked over her shoulder and saw the mad looking Vernon approaching her very fast, his ham sized fists waving dangerously, and the expression on his face did not promise well for her. And she increased the tempo and walked as fast as she could into the corridors deep into the castle.
Both Dudley's parents left the hospital room, and Dudley started to cry. How was it possible that he was changed into a woman? And he was a woman now, because he felt the breasts him self and when he looked carefully, he saw that his willies was replaced by ... nothing! He had a vagina or something like that! This was so disgusting, something or somebody made a crude joke with him.
Dudley thought it was his mother in a way, because she bit his cock off, and now he had totally nothing, not even his balls. But how was it possible that he was a woman? And that all so fast? He had one time heard Pierce, his friend, telling about sex operations, where they changed a boy into a girl, but that was a real operation and it would take a long time before the body was healed, and breasts were only created by hormone injections and it would take months before the breasts would be grown into something like this!
Dudley could not help to think about Potter. If he would not know better, then he would say that Potter was involved in this scheme in a way, the same as his pigtail, which was later removed by the doctor. But that removal of the pigtail took six weeks to heal. He did not understand and was confused. If his memory was still correctly working, the whole shit happened yesterday ... or maybe today?
Suddenly Dudley froze. Right in front of him he saw two red eyes shining in the darkness and a vague shadow of a big dog. It was hard to see in the light of the strange red moon, but he could see a shadow there. The dog started to gnarl and bawl, and now Dudley was sure. It was a big and large dog straight in front of him, and Dudley started to move carefully towards the door. When he was close to the door, he bolted through the door and closed it behind him as fast as he could.
Behind the door he heard a body slamming against the door and Dudley was in panic. That dog was not an innocent dog, it would attack him! And he started to run behind his father. He did not realize that he or she only wore a thin nightshirt, hardly covering her bum.
Petunia was running through the corridors, which had huge paintings of all kind of stuffy people, who were already dead for ages. The paintings were all dark except the person on the paintings. Those portraits were giving her the creeps ... they all looked like to follow her with their eyes. She passed already several doors, but those doors seemed to be closed, because she could not open them. Not that she had time to open them, because Vernon was close behind her, and she did not want to be trapped with him in one room, and unknown room with god knows what was there behind those doors. She shuddered when she thought about the werewolves. What was going on? Werewolves were not supposed to be here in the castle of the Queen!
She continued running, until she came into a big vestibule with several closed doors and a large corridor, which led to a hall with a lot of Victorian styled furniture ... she halted and tried to make up her mind where she must go now. Behind her she could hear the puffing of her angry husband and she decided to head for the hall. She walked slower now, because she knew that Vernon was becoming exhausted, and that would dim his temper and make him calm again.
She walked quickly through the corridor towards the large hall, and passed again many paintings with all kind of stuffy old men, and suddenly she noticed that one of the paintings was moving! A moving painting and she shrieked in fear and looked closer to the painting. The painting was not moving, but the figure in the painting was!
"My dear woman," the painting said with a low voice. "Why are you in such hurry?"
Petunia shrieked again and she froze. Is it possible that she was dreaming this? Was this a nightmare? Talking paintings were impossible, so the only explanation was that she was going mad, she was going crazy like that old white bearded man with the name of Dumbledore. As barmy as that old man from the school of Potter and she took several steps back away from the mad painting.
Behind her she could hear Vernon approaching, he was breathing heavily, and when she looked at him, his face was deeply red of all that unusual exercise ... but still looked murderous.
"Booo!" said the painting, and Petunia bolted with all her power and speed that her long legs could manage.
Vernon was approaching his wife, and he was planning to turn her long neck several times, when suddenly he was aware of the painting, which was moving.
A television with a frame, he wondered, just like an old painting? Those rich stinking people were all barmy; they had much too much money to invent all this kind of nonsense.
"Booo!" said the painting turned into a TV, and Vernon looked dirty at the television. "You electronic misfit," Vernon screamed at the magical painting, and the figure in the painting dropped its jaw in surprise. How could such obvious Muggle not be afraid of a magical painting?
He saw the woman bolting away, but the fleshy man not, he only looked even angrier then he looked already before.
Vernon was very angry, and this television was something to vent his anger on. He grabbed one of the many chairs against the wall of this corridor, lifted it and slammed it against the television. The strange thing what happened was that the man on the television seemed to be afraid of the fast approaching chair, and before the chair slammed against the television, the man dove away out of the television, and the chair slammed against the painting with great force.
The chair broke into pieces, and the television broke in two and dropped on the floor. Vernon looked at the television, but he saw only the backside of a heavily damaged painting. Where was the television now? What kind of spooky shit was this? Vernon started to become very uneasy. Something was off with this ruddy castle, and he did not want to find out. He regretted it that he went after Petunia ... instead he supposed to leave the castle and to go home. But how was he going to do that, because it was night and he did not have a car.
He was brought out of his musings when he heard the shrieking sound of his wife, who was screaming like banshee. He walked slower and more careful now towards the hall at the end of the corridor, and he was not curious to see what was going on now with his piece of shit of a wife. He regretted it that he did not listen to his father, who said that Petunia is not a good wife for him when he married her more then sixteen years ago.
When he entered the hall, he stopped. The hall was not empty, but filled with people. His eyes lightened up, because he saw many girls, good looking girls. Then there was that girl he met before, and that Chinese girl as well, good looking and she was wearing something very interesting, a dress, which sticked on her like a second skin.
Petunia was standing about two meters from him and he moved to his wife. When he reached her, he was aware of her stiff body, but at that moment he did not care. He grabbed her in the neck with his large hand and wanted to squeeze the life out of this woman.
"Mr. Dursley, what do you think you are doing?" the Queen said with a hard and unforgiving voice.
Vernon released Petunia's long neck in fright and looked more closely at the people in the hall, and he discovered the Queen and her Princes. He hesitated for several moments. For sure the Queen could not harm him, because he was a good citizen, and he did nothing wrong.
"May I introduce you to the owner of the castle, Mr. Dursley?" the Queen announced.
Vernon looked up confused. Who gives a shit about the owner of this hellhole of a castle? In honest he saw everything what needed to be seen and he wanted to go home to his television.
"May I introduce you to Lord-Baron Harry James Potter-Gryffindor-Slytherin-Ravenclaw-Black-Bones-Zabini-Evans-Malfoy," the Queen pronounced loud and clearly.
Vernon had lost the treat of the announcement right after the name Potter and he looked up in surprise.
"Potter?" he yelled. "You mean that freak?" and Vernon started to laugh. "Yeah, right!"
Petunia turned her head to him. "It is really him, Vernon. He is standing there," she said and pointed to a man in black clothing, surrounded by several girls. The man wore glasses and had black hair, and his eyes were a bright green and ...
"OH SHIT, POTTER!" Vernon shrieked and became instantly purple in the face. "NOW YOU WENT TOO FAR, BOY. NOW I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!"
Harry smirked.
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A/N: Editor for the chapter is Dave
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A/N: Editor for the chapter is Dave
A/N: Scene from the last chapter.
Suddenly Mr. Dursley came out of his daze and he noticed the little green creatures and he started to roar ... he attacked one of the elves ... he hit the elf straight in the face, and the body of the little elf flew against the wall and the sound of sickening crashing was very noticeable. The elf collapsed on the ground and was not moving anymore. The enraged man attacked the next elf and kicked the little creature in the chest, and she flew four meters away against a magical painting, and collapsed against the floor ... also not moving anymore.
The man was crackers! And that might be a potential dangerous situation when the man would lose his marbles and the Prince's hand went into his pocket to get his SIG P226. If needed, he would shoot the man!
Vernon was still roaring, but this time the elves were prepared, and the pointed their little fingers at the enraged man and six thin beams of grayish light collapsed on Mr. Dursley and he collapsed on the ground with a lot of sound.
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Harry was pacing before the door of the infirmary and he was murmuring something. Su and Thea were looking worriedly at Harry, because they knew that he was angry.
"Hurting my elves ... that brut!" yelled Harry in anger. "That was uncalled for!"
"But Harry, we don't know the details of what happened exactly," said Thea. Su was saying nothing. The fact that Vernon hurt the elves was a grave mistake for him, and it might end very badly for the brute. She understood now a little bit better of what happened with Harry all those years he was living with that derailed family as a young boy. In her opinion she would contact her father and let him sent some thugs and finish the Dursley's off.
But that was also very unsatisfying, because a real revenge must be applied slowly and with a lot of torture, which everyone of that family deserved. She grinned when she thought about their son. Eunuch he was ... his little thing could not be attached anymore, because it was crushed. Magically it was possible to attach his willies again, but without the organ it self, the only thing what could be done was making Dudley a girl!
A girl! That was the perfect idea.
"Gidi" she said.
Gidi appeared next to her.
"Gidi, I want that Dudley to be changed into a girl," said Su with a feral grin on her face.
Gidi was looking shocked at her Mistress.
"He lost his willies and he will be a Eunuch. It is better that the boy becomes a girl, and in this way he might marry a nice and good looking man, what do you think?" Su asked innocently.
Gidi looked thoughtful for a moment.
"The Mistress wants to have the baby whale changed into a girl?" Gidi asked incredible.
"Can the medical elves do this?" asked Su.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Gidi, still looking thoughtfully.
"Then do it," she said.
Gidi stared to grin evilly. "Yes, Mistress, and she plopped away."
"That's evil, Su," said Harry, but his eyes were twinkling.
"It is, isn't it?" smirked Su. Thea was looking anxiously at Su. "You are scary sometimes, Su," whispered Thea. "I'm happy that we are not enemies."
Harry smiled at Thea and turned to Su. "How did you get Dudley to panic?" Harry asked curious.
Thea was laughing loudly, while Su was smirking evilly. "I borrowed your little pet-snake," said Su, and looked briefly at Thea. Hermione and Thea helped with that one.
"Borrowed? You borrowed Nagini?" Harry asked incredible.
"Yes, we did. We moved Nagini into the bathtub of Dudley, and when he took a bath, he discovered Nagini hovering above him, and he panicked and bolted. The only thing we did not count on was the fact that he became lost in the corridors, until he had the fatal collision with his mother," Su smirked.
"How did you manage that?" asked Harry questioningly.
"Managed what? You mean his parents?" asked Su with her eyebrows raised.
"Yes?"
"We didn't," answered Su. "We did not even manage the thing with the Queen," she said, laughing softly.
"How is the Queen?" asked Harry anxious. He needed to speak with the Queen, but when she is upset ..."
"Well," said Thea uneasy. "The problem with the Queen and Princes are that they saw everything from the beginning until the end, and the Queen is rather upset at the moment."
"Is she upset with us?" asked Harry carefully.
"Not with us, but with the Dursley's," laughed Su.
"How did they react on the presence of the House Elves?" asked Harry.
"Well, now they don't remember the house elves anymore, but when the elves appeared, Mr. Dursley went nuts."
"And they still did not make any connection with the castle and me?" asked Harry unbelievable.
"That's right," answered Su with a smile. "We want to wait till the last moment, the final confrontation between the Dursley's and everyone else. I want to see their eyes plopping out of the sockets!"
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"The thing is, Your Majesty," said Hermione," that Harry was raised in a terrible way, something that not many boys would be able to survive."
The Queen looked thoughtful.
"But to change the boy into a girl is a little too extreme, don't you think, Ms. Granger," asked Prince Philip calmly.
"When Harry was one year old, his parents were killed and Harry was hit by the killing curse as well. The evil wizard Voldemort lost his body and he continued his life as an evil spirit. In the mean time the baby was taken from his home and placed with his abusive Aunt and Uncle. From that moment, Harry had not a safe home anymore, and he was hunted down, abused, tortured and mistreated by those monsters, and there was nothing and nobody who was looking out for a baby."
Hermione looked at the Queen, but she Queen waved her hand to continue.
"When a social worker started to investigate claims from neighbors, she had her memory altered and sent away by the Headmaster, who was very aware what was going on. But by unknown reasons he even promoted the abuse to be continued on a harmless little boy. Over the years the boy grew up in an abusive household until he came to Hogwarts. But there was his suffering not ended, because the Headmaster took care that the boy got shock after shock nonstop. He was never protected, never loved by anyone and anything, and up to now there were no parents who could protect and love him like a normal child deserved. "
Hermione looked pensive for a moment.
"I know, because I was there as well, and many adventures made me sick and worried as well, but I had loving parents who took care of me. Ron, our other friend had a similar environment and his parents took care that he had care as well. I know that he got help from his parents by sending him to a doctor. With me was the same, and my parents sent me to a therapist, because it was a terrible ordeal. But Harry was censored by the Headmaster and sent away to an abusive household. The fact that Harry did not end up as a dark wizard is a miracle. "
"But that still does not explain why you want to have that Dudley figure change into a girl," said Charles with a vague smile on his face. He understood why she wanted to do that, because revenge at this moment sounded very interesting. He knew of the abuse that happened to the Lord-Baron and he was thinking on justice. Let the Authorities handle those people.
"It is revenge, Your Highness," said Hermione. "Simple revenge, because there are not many things what the authorities can do anymore, because all proof is gone and the only thing what can be done is telling the stories of abuse," said Hermione. "Harry will never tell what happened at the Dursley's, because he is like all the abused children; they seldom talk about it, and he will never go into details about that horrible time, because it would be too painful for him. Knowing him, he will refuse to do that. And that means that the Dursley's would go free with their crimes."
"And do you think that changing Dudley into a girl would help?" asked the Queen.
Hermione turned to the Queen. She was very serious now, because she truly thought that would be for the best.
"Your Majesty," began Hermione. "I personally think that in the long term it would be for the best. He is now not able to begin any relationship with anyone, and when he is a girl, he can get used to it, and after some time he might find a life as a woman," she answered.
The Queen agreed quietly with Hermione, but still she is the Queen and normally she can't allow something like that to happen. As Queen she was the Head of State, and she was not allowed to abuse her power by playing private games with citizens like the Dursley's were. But on the other side, those Dursley's were obviously derailed, and something must be done against those creatures, but legally she knew there was not much what could be done against them, unless the Lord-Baron would press charges. She decided that it would not be in the interest of her and the State that she interfere with anything. Let the young people decide what they wanted to do, as long as she would not know. She smiled sadly.
"Ms. Granger, I will look the other side when something might happen, only don't make it fatal, shall we?" said the Queen carefully.
Hermione looked anxiously.
"What is the matter, Ms. Granger?" asked the Queen somewhat worried.
"I need to tell you, Your Majesty, that Harry would react very strongly on situations, where he thinks that he is manipulated. The reason is because of the ex-Headmaster of Hogwarts, who was manipulating him from the moment that he was with the Dursley's till he was removed as Headmaster," said Hermione, looking at her shoes. She expected that the Queen might become upset with her.
The Queen smiled. "That I can see myself. I plan to have a more active role to support the Lord-Baron, and I think I can help him with many things," the Queen said. She patted Hermione's shoulder. "Don't worry my dear, everything will work out, you will see."
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Vernon Dursley awoke slowly. The first thing he was aware of was the smell ... the hospital smell. He was in a hospital? How could that happen and he tried to think what had happen. He did not remember anything special and the last memories were that he was in that ruddy castle in the suite with his wife ... his wife!
Suddenly the memory of hearing screams, yelling and wailing came back to him, and he opened his eyes. He looked at a white ceiling ... this time a normal ceiling without paintings and little statues and strange impossible colors, and he felt a little bit calmer now. He looked around and he noticed beds in several rows. This was a sickbay like you could see in a sickbay in a ship! He noticed Petunia lying next to him ... but she seemed to sleep!
A wailing sound brought him out of his trance and he looked up. He saw a large girl standing in front of a mirror on the wall. She looked very well, her hair was medium long and falling on her shoulders, she was not thin, but healthy fat, her boobs were huge and she had nice fat shaped legs ... a bit short, but they would do very nice and he licked his lips.
That was a nice girl for his Dudley, he thought. The girl had an arse like a horse, only bigger. Perfect for his Dudley, he thought again, and he was eyeing the girl appreciating. Maybe not only for Dudley ... for him as well! That piece of meat looked much better then his skinny Petunia, what a lot of flesh and he was already starting to have wet daydreams about grabbing that amazing looking arse and squeeze it with all his power and then he would take that pussy in his other hand and rub it ...
The good looking girl whaled again while still looking in the mirror, and Vernon decided to help the girl ... you never know ... maybe he could get something at this moment. He stepped carefully out of the bed and walked towards the girl.
"What's the matter, honey," he said with his most charming voice. "Shall I kiss the pain away," he swooned.
The girl looked at him with despair on her face, and Vernon was taken aback for a moment. What despair, he thought and suddenly he looked closer at the face of the girl. She was strangely familiar, but that would be impossible, because if he would have noticed her before, he would remember it for sure.
The nice looking girl started to cry and opened her sexy mouth to say something. Vernon loved it, and he was already fantasying that he could give her something to feel better, like a French kiss he wanted to try out for already so long.
"Oh Dad," wept the girl in a deep male voice. "Look what those monsters did with me."
Vernon's jaw dropped at the ground and his brain could not process what he heard. Firstly of all, his good looking girl had a voice of a man ... no ... a boy. And secondly that voice was the voice of Dudley. That means ... Vernon's eyes rolled in his sockets and he fainted.
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"What is now on the menu, ladies?" asked Harry.
Hermione and Su were looking irritated at Harry and Thea huffed. "We are doing this for the common decency, Harry. What they did goes beyond limits, and I want to see them suffer," said Thea.
Su smiled evilly and Hermione smirked.
"We let them all sleep until eleven o'clock this evening. In this way they can't go home. And then nightmare on elm street, episode two begins for them," said Hermione with a special glance in her eyes.
"Can you tell me what is going to happen?" asked Harry anxiously.
"No, we can't. We know or we think we know how they will react on their last happenings," said Su.
"We know for sure that Vernon Dursley will blame Petunia for the loss of Dudley's willies, and I expect that he wants to hurt her, knowing the bully type. If he does, we let Petunia escape and we hope that Vernon will try to hunt her down."
"And what about Dudley?" asked Harry.
"What about him ... or rather her?" asked Su.
Harry laughed. "Is there something special on the menu for her?" asked Harry.
"No, I don't think so. I think she is already punished enough for the evening. Tomorrow morning we have something special in mind for her," answered Su with a grin.
"You don't let Aunt Petunia being hurt by Vernon, aren't you?" asked Harry worried.
"Nah," answered Hermione. "But both of them will suffer, and we are not responsible for any mishap which might happen on their way through the castle."
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Petunia woke up with a shock. She did not know where she was, and she had no recollection of what happened and why she was laying in a strange bed in such a large room in white and ... many beds? This looks like a hospital! What happened with her?
She looked further through the room and the first thing she noticed was the large windows and a large blood-red moon was shining, lighting the room with its dimmed red light. Everything seemed to be encapsulated in reddish light ... it was almost like everything was covered in ... blood?
Petunia's eyes widened. She was always afraid in the dark, and now everything looks even scarier then normal. Where in gods name was she and how did she came here in the hospital. She thought back ... what could she remember before ... and suddenly she saw two figures in beds next to her. She looked more carefully and she recognized Vernon ... strange, he is not making much noise. Normally he was snoring as loud as possible, but now ... is he alright? They were all in the hospital, because next to Vernon lay her Dudley.
What happened with them? Did they have a car accident?
Petunia froze. The sound of a wolf through the night! A werewolf! That was a werewolf and she thought immediately about her nephew ... werewolves existed! She knew that, and proof was obvious for her, because her nephew went to that school for freaks.
"Oh gods, Vernon please wake up," she wailed in desperation.
The lone wolf howled with its paralyzing and penetrating voice through the lonesome and quiet night, and was immediately answered by the wails of many other wolves.
"Oh god, have mercy on my soul," cried Petunia. "What did I do to deserve this?"
The crying of the wolves came closer and Petunia jumped out of bed and wanted to close the window before the wolves would come for her. She bowed over and tried to reach for the window handle, when suddenly she saw right below her something glimpsing ... white and ... and white teeth snapped at her, and Petunia screamed and pulled back from the window as fast as she could.
She turned with one flashing turn and bolted towards one of the beds. Behind her she heard the wolf gnarling and bawling and without realizing what she did, she dove on the closest bed with a male ... her son or husband, she thought.
She landed with a thud on a fat body ... she could feel his fat belly under her body, and she sighed.
Suddenly the body under hers stirred and Petunia looked straight in the face of Vernon.
"Vernon," she whispered. "There are werewolves here."
Vernon looked unbelievable at her, and snorted. "Woman," he growled. "It is about time that we slept together. It's more then sixteen years ago we had something together." Vernon was grinning widely and he licked already his lips.
Petunia's eyes went wide in horror and disgust, wolves and werewolves totally forgotten.
"No way!" she yelled and tried to get off from Vernon, but Vernon was holding her tightly. "No, woman," he said hotly. "The only way you can escape is after our little fuck," he grinned, but suddenly he became aware of the strange smell and the sound of bellowing.
He looked over the body of Petunia and saw a shadow and two reddish lights flashing at him and he froze.
"What the hell is that?" Vernon yelled.
"Let me go, Vernon," squealed Petunia. "That are wolves," she breathed. "Werewolves!"
Vernon's first reaction was laughing, then to hit something for this sick joke, but he saw that a second shadow joined the first one, and both were bellowing evilly, and he swallowed.
"How they came here, and where are we?" asked Vernon, his voice lightly shaking.
"Let me go, Vernon," squealed Petunia again, and suddenly Vernon released her indeed. Petunia moved out of bed and bolted for the door, opened it and disappeared, slamming the door closed behind her.
"Godforsaken woman," yelled Vernon and he looked at Dudley ... or what he assumed was Dudley, because he still did not seem to move. And suddenly he saw the two wolves crawling towards him, and the first reaction was run! And that was what he did, run for everything he had, and he managed the reach the door and disappeared behind it, being very sure to close and lock the door behind him.
Well, better Dudley them him, he thought. I can always try to make another child.
He turned and almost waltzed over Petunia.
Petunia was looking wide eyed at him ... but it was clear that she did not se anything. And suddenly she started to scream and Vernon became afraid that she lost her marbles, because her screaming sounded like the screaming of crazy people and she did not stop.
Then Petunia started to gag ... she bowed over and she put a finger in her throat ... but clearly nothing came out. It looked like she ate something bad? He did not understand what was going on with his Petunia.
"WHAT DID I DO?" she screamed hysterical.
Vernon looked very strange at his wife, and he thought that she meant Dudley with the wolves.
"There is nothing you can do about it, Petunia," said Vernon, trying to calm her down. "The wolves have him now and ..."
Suddenly Petunia jumped towards the door where the werewolves were with Dudley and opened the door, Vernon was too slow to stop her and wanted to run as fast as possible into the opposite direction.
"Dudleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey," screamed Petunia and she burst into the hospital room where Dudley woke up because of the ear-piercing blaring of his mother.
Petunia ran to Dudley's bed, wolves and Vernon totally forgotten.
"Oh my baby, I'm so sorry," she screamed and hugged Dudley, but that went different then she had thought, because his huge breasts were in her way, and Petunia released the boy and looked confused at Dudley.
"What is that?" she shrieked, pointing to his chest, clearly visible in the reddish moonlight.
"Those are my breasts, mum," yelled Dudley as loud as he could. "You changed me into a woman."
Petunia looked confused at Dudley.
"I remember now," yelled Vernon behind her. "You bit off his willies, you evil woman," he roared, and Vernon stepped quickly closer to Petunia and lifted his arm to hit her. Petunia had many years of experience with the violent behavior of Vernon Dursley and could easily avoid the approaching fist by ducking.
Petunia stepped back from the bed and she could see what Dudley meant with breasts. His big breasts were dominating his body, and Petunia was confused. How ... what is that? She had no idea why Dudley had suddenly breasts! Was this a sick joke?
"I did not ... I never could do something like that!" she exclaimed pointing to the breasts of Dudley, but Vernon did not listen to her. He came after her and tried to hit Petunia again with his ham sized fists, and missed only centimeters from her face.
"When I awoke I found Dudley as a woman, you bitch!" he screamed at her. "And you bit his willies off, it's your fault."
Petunia started to run to the door again and disappeared with a raging Vernon on her heels. That man is mad, absolutely mad. How could she bite his willies off? And how could Dudley change into a woman? And suddenly it came back to her. The memories of that disgusting thing in her mouth, and all that blood and the Queen! Oh my god, all of that in front of the Queen. Oh she was so ashamed and she began spitting on the floor, because of the sudden taste of something dirty in her mouth. She spit again, and looked over her shoulder and saw the mad looking Vernon approaching her very fast, his ham sized fists waving dangerously, and the expression on his face did not promise well for her. And she increased the tempo and walked as fast as she could into the corridors deep into the castle.
Both Dudley's parents left the hospital room, and Dudley started to cry. How was it possible that he was changed into a woman? And he was a woman now, because he felt the breasts him self and when he looked carefully, he saw that his willies was replaced by ... nothing! He had a vagina or something like that! This was so disgusting, something or somebody made a crude joke with him.
Dudley thought it was his mother in a way, because she bit his cock off, and now he had totally nothing, not even his balls. But how was it possible that he was a woman? And that all so fast? He had one time heard Pierce, his friend, telling about sex operations, where they changed a boy into a girl, but that was a real operation and it would take a long time before the body was healed, and breasts were only created by hormone injections and it would take months before the breasts would be grown into something like this!
Dudley could not help to think about Potter. If he would not know better, then he would say that Potter was involved in this scheme in a way, the same as his pigtail, which was later removed by the doctor. But that removal of the pigtail took six weeks to heal. He did not understand and was confused. If his memory was still correctly working, the whole shit happened yesterday ... or maybe today?
Suddenly Dudley froze. Right in front of him he saw two red eyes shining in the darkness and a vague shadow of a big dog. It was hard to see in the light of the strange red moon, but he could see a shadow there. The dog started to gnarl and bawl, and now Dudley was sure. It was a big and large dog straight in front of him, and Dudley started to move carefully towards the door. When he was close to the door, he bolted through the door and closed it behind him as fast as he could.
Behind the door he heard a body slamming against the door and Dudley was in panic. That dog was not an innocent dog, it would attack him! And he started to run behind his father. He did not realize that he or she only wore a thin nightshirt, hardly covering her bum.
Petunia was running through the corridors, which had huge paintings of all kind of stuffy people, who were already dead for ages. The paintings were all dark except the person on the paintings. Those portraits were giving her the creeps ... they all looked like to follow her with their eyes. She passed already several doors, but those doors seemed to be closed, because she could not open them. Not that she had time to open them, because Vernon was close behind her, and she did not want to be trapped with him in one room, and unknown room with god knows what was there behind those doors. She shuddered when she thought about the werewolves. What was going on? Werewolves were not supposed to be here in the castle of the Queen!
She continued running, until she came into a big vestibule with several closed doors and a large corridor, which led to a hall with a lot of Victorian styled furniture ... she halted and tried to make up her mind where she must go now. Behind her she could hear the puffing of her angry husband and she decided to head for the hall. She walked slower now, because she knew that Vernon was becoming exhausted, and that would dim his temper and make him calm again.
She walked quickly through the corridor towards the large hall, and passed again many paintings with all kind of stuffy old men, and suddenly she noticed that one of the paintings was moving! A moving painting and she shrieked in fear and looked closer to the painting. The painting was not moving, but the figure in the painting was!
"My dear woman," the painting said with a low voice. "Why are you in such hurry?"
Petunia shrieked again and she froze. Is it possible that she was dreaming this? Was this a nightmare? Talking paintings were impossible, so the only explanation was that she was going mad, she was going crazy like that old white bearded man with the name of Dumbledore. As barmy as that old man from the school of Potter and she took several steps back away from the mad painting.
Behind her she could hear Vernon approaching, he was breathing heavily, and when she looked at him, his face was deeply red of all that unusual exercise ... but still looked murderous.
"Booo!" said the painting, and Petunia bolted with all her power and speed that her long legs could manage.
Vernon was approaching his wife, and he was planning to turn her long neck several times, when suddenly he was aware of the painting, which was moving.
A television with a frame, he wondered, just like an old painting? Those rich stinking people were all barmy; they had much too much money to invent all this kind of nonsense.
"Booo!" said the painting turned into a TV, and Vernon looked dirty at the television. "You electronic misfit," Vernon screamed at the magical painting, and the figure in the painting dropped its jaw in surprise. How could such obvious Muggle not be afraid of a magical painting?
He saw the woman bolting away, but the fleshy man not, he only looked even angrier then he looked already before.
Vernon was very angry, and this television was something to vent his anger on. He grabbed one of the many chairs against the wall of this corridor, lifted it and slammed it against the television. The strange thing what happened was that the man on the television seemed to be afraid of the fast approaching chair, and before the chair slammed against the television, the man dove away out of the television, and the chair slammed against the painting with great force.
The chair broke into pieces, and the television broke in two and dropped on the floor. Vernon looked at the television, but he saw only the backside of a heavily damaged painting. Where was the television now? What kind of spooky shit was this? Vernon started to become very uneasy. Something was off with this ruddy castle, and he did not want to find out. He regretted it that he went after Petunia ... instead he supposed to leave the castle and to go home. But how was he going to do that, because it was night and he did not have a car.
He was brought out of his musings when he heard the shrieking sound of his wife, who was screaming like banshee. He walked slower and more careful now towards the hall at the end of the corridor, and he was not curious to see what was going on now with his piece of shit of a wife. He regretted it that he did not listen to his father, who said that Petunia is not a good wife for him when he married her more then sixteen years ago.
When he entered the hall, he stopped. The hall was not empty, but filled with people. His eyes lightened up, because he saw many girls, good looking girls. Then there was that girl he met before, and that Chinese girl as well, good looking and she was wearing something very interesting, a dress, which sticked on her like a second skin.
Petunia was standing about two meters from him and he moved to his wife. When he reached her, he was aware of her stiff body, but at that moment he did not care. He grabbed her in the neck with his large hand and wanted to squeeze the life out of this woman.
"Mr. Dursley, what do you think you are doing?" the Queen said with a hard and unforgiving voice.
Vernon released Petunia's long neck in fright and looked more closely at the people in the hall, and he discovered the Queen and her Princes. He hesitated for several moments. For sure the Queen could not harm him, because he was a good citizen, and he did nothing wrong.
"May I introduce you to the owner of the castle, Mr. Dursley?" the Queen announced.
Vernon looked up confused. Who gives a shit about the owner of this hellhole of a castle? In honest he saw everything what needed to be seen and he wanted to go home to his television.
"May I introduce you to Lord-Baron Harry James Potter-Gryffindor-Slytherin-Ravenclaw-Black-Bones-Zabini-Evans-Malfoy," the Queen pronounced loud and clearly.
Vernon had lost the treat of the announcement right after the name Potter and he looked up in surprise.
"Potter?" he yelled. "You mean that freak?" and Vernon started to laugh. "Yeah, right!"
Petunia turned her head to him. "It is really him, Vernon. He is standing there," she said and pointed to a man in black clothing, surrounded by several girls. The man wore glasses and had black hair, and his eyes were a bright green and ...
"OH SHIT, POTTER!" Vernon shrieked and became instantly purple in the face. "NOW YOU WENT TOO FAR, BOY. NOW I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!"
Harry smirked.
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A/N: Editor for the chapter is Dave
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