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Scales, Wings and War	By : PaintTheLily Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 13757 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 2: Packing

It was nearly time. Harry sat on the edge of his bed in Dudley’s second bedroom, looking around the room that had been his home for the past six years. The bed was stripped of its sheets, leaving the bare mattress the only thing that occupied the wooden frame. It was nearly time to leave. The Order would be sending people to pick him up later that day. This was the last time he would ever be in his bedroom – the last time he would have to look at these walls with a sense of sadness, dread and longing.

Harry was being sent to The Burrow two days before his 17th birthday, when the blood wards would come down from around his relatives’ house and he would no longer be safe. The blood wards confused Harry. Dumbledore had insisted after his fourth year that he return to the Dursleys, even though Voldemort now shared his blood. Harry didn’t know if that would affect the protection he received from it or not, but he was fairly sure that he shouldn’t have had to return for these holidays. Dumbledore was dead. Any magic of his would be falling apart, including the blood wards on his aunt and uncle house. Harry sighed and returned his thoughts to current events.

The Order had wanted to make sure that he was in a safe place when he came of age, since once the wards were down, anyone would be able to get in. Harry’s aunt, uncle and cousin were being sent away as well, so that they wouldn’t be killed by Death Eaters looking for Harry. Harry didn’t really care, as long as he was far away from them.

It also meant that Harry would be at The Burrow for Bill and Fleur’s wedding. The couple had gotten together last year, having met when Fleur started working at Gringotts. She had found something attractive in Bill’s wild appearance and roguish charms. Harry still remembered her from the Tri Wizard Tournament, and was happy that she had found someone who saw her for more than just her Veela charms. He was glad the eldest Weasley was happy too, although he had only met the man once, in his fourth year, as Bill spent the rest of his time working in Egypt, and, for the past year, Gringotts.

Dudley’s second bedroom looked only slightly emptier than usual. There were no clothes in the wardrobe; nothing had been left under the loose floorboard beneath the bed. The piles of broken toys that had been present since Harry became an occupant of this room were all in the bottom of the wardrobe, where they had been living for the past six years. Harry’s Hogwarts trunk was packed and waiting near the door, with Hedwig’s empty cage on top of it. The beautiful snowy owl that had been Harry’s first every birthday present was already winging her way towards The Burrow. Harry had sent her ahead, meaning he could shrink down her cage along with his trunk when the time came.

Harry could hear his only remaining family arguing downstairs. Aunt Petunia was trying, in vain, to explain to her husband why it was necessary that they leave their home of more than 17 years, and to not take all of their furniture and other belongings with them.

Vernon Dursley was fuming. How dare those freaks order them around! It was bad enough that they’d left that good for nothing demon spawn on their doorstep 16 years ago, but now they were asking, no, demanding, that he leave his home of the past 20 years, without his possessions, because a freak they couldn’t control might hurt Vernon and his family. That wasn’t a good enough reason in Vernon’s mind, and he had told his wife so, repeatedly, as they were packing their clothes into suitcases.

Now, as his wife and son stood with him in the hallway, about to walk out the front door, he decided to give it one final go, to try and convince his family that there was no need to leave their pristine home in Little Whinging.

“It’s not our problem,” he started, his voice already at a high pitch, his face the horrid shade of purple it always turned when he was in a rage, “if they can’t control their own kind. We don’t ask them to control ours.” His breathing was heavy and laboured, and in that moment he looked a prime candidate for a heart attack.

“Dudley,” Vernon Dursley’s tone was sharp as he turned to his only son. “Go up to your room and unpack; we aren’t leaving!” The man’s eyes were glowing with rage, and his bulk appeared more intimidating than usual. “We can’t let them push us around like this. It is not their place to demand things of us.”

Dudley began to move towards the stairs, fear in his eyes, much like it had been when his father had seemed mad the year Harry got his letter. One step forward, and he stopped, the gentle hand his slight mother had placed on his shoulder telling him that he was not to follow the order his father had given. Now the large blond boy was confused. His mother was usually so meek and mild that she dare not oppose anything his father decreed. The one time she had, a couple of years ago when Harry was nearly expelled from school, she had been thoroughly beaten two days later for her insolence. Dudley shuddered at the memory. The woman had been afraid to spy on her neighbours, as had been her daily habit for as long as Dudley could remember, because she was afraid that they would see the bruises and talk about her. “He did the right thing,” she would mutter, whenever Dudley asked if she was okay. The large boy hoped that this occasion wouldn’t end up a repeat of last time.

The small woman’s firm but resigned voice broke through the quiet that had descended upon the hallway as she had given the silent command to her son. “No, Vernon. We cannot disobey them.”

“They’re freaks!” her husband bellowed, turning a darker shade of purple. “They have no say in what I should or shouldn’t be doing!”

The woman’s quiet answer broke through the man’s rage, at least temporarily. “I remember,” she said, her voice quaking slightly in anger, “when Lily first came home and showed our parents what she could do. I remember being scared. The things she was capable of were beyond my imagination.” She paused and took a shaky breath, then held up her hand when Vernon began to talk again. “The things she could do – she showed them all the wonderful things, the tricks that produced the most wonderful results.” Petunia took another breath. “She showed me, when I asked, what else could be done. She brought me books, with moving pictures of the grievously wounded, the dying and the dead. Each picture showed how the curse was cast, the effects it would have on its victim. What this man does, the one who might come after us, is more horrific than you could ever imagine.” Her voice had gained strength throughout her tale, and Petunia was now yelling at a volume nearly matching that of her husband’s previous rant. “We have to go, because if we don’t, there will be nothing left for them to find. Yes, Vernon,” she said, pre-empting her husband’s next question, “worse than that family torn to pieces and scattered across the county. There. Will. Be. Nothing. Left.” She emphasised each word so strongly that a tear rolled down her face.

“We can’t let him find us,” she whispered.

Vernon Dursley was shocked. His wife had never seemed this scared, never had such a strong conviction before, and for that reason he was determined to believe her.

“Come on Dudley, let’s get these bags out to the car.” The large man strode out of the house, not willing to face his wife at that moment, and intent on getting his family to safety as soon as possible.

Thanks to everyone for the reviews - especially to Cain who pointed out that Harry's eyes were green, not brown (I do know this! Honest!)

Hope you enjoyed the latest chapter. I will try to update more regularly from now on.

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