Petunia was enraged. The brat and the pink headed maid bitch had gotten her husband hauled off to an asylum! They were going to pay for this... The woman stormed down to Harry's cupboard and threw the door open. Virgo once again fell onto her head on the floor and calmly got back to her feet. The maid turned to face the horse-like woman, her stoic demeanour ever-present.

"...My master requires a proper bedroom." She said calmly. "I would highly suggest that you begin work on it."

"The only thing that freak deserves is a smack across the face!" Petunia snapped at the maid. "I refuse to make a room for him! The cupboard is more than he deserves!"

"I fear you are mistaken." Virgo replied. "That was not a request. It was, in fact, a direct order. Failure to comply will result in consequences."

Harry watched in awe as Virgo defended him. He finally felt...safe.

Petunia, on the other hand, began trembling with sheer rage. First she beats her husband, then she gets him institutionalized, and then she starts demanding a room for the freak?! "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, OR I WILL CALL THE POLICE!" She screeched. Virgo tilted her head.

"Are those not the same people that took your husband?" Petunia faltered at this. Calling the police could result in Virgo returning to her key and her also getting put away...It seemed there was no other option but to get rid of her with brute force. The horse-like woman grabbed the maid by the collar of her outfit and pulled as hard as she could.

Virgo blinked and tilted her head as Petunia failed to so much as budge her. "...What, may I ask, are you attempting to accomplish?" Petunia ignored her as she continued to pull. "...You are trying to force me out. ...I am not leaving." And with that, the maid grabbed the other woman's arm and squeezed. Petunia gasped at the intense pressure Virgo was applying to her arm. And then, Virgo lifted her over her head and calmly tossed her into a nearby wall. Petunia fell to the floor and pulled herself to her feet, staring at the maiden in terror. Virgo stared back, eyes betraying no emotion. "...That bedroom, if you would." Terrified, Petunia rose to her feet and limped up the stairs, really having no idea how she was going to set about putting a bedroom together...

Virgo nodded in satisfaction at her victory...then she turned back to the cupboard. Her master wasn't there. The maiden blinked in confusion, then her ears picked up the familiar sound of a vacuum cleaner. Curious, she moved in the direction of the noise, and then saw a very sad sight indeed. Harry, who could barely even reach the handle of the vacuum and was still injured from his last beating, was attempting to vacuum the house. Virgo frowned. This simply wouldn't do. Calmly, she approached the working boy, and placed a hand on his shoulder, blinking when he flinched at the physical contact. Harry nervously looked up to see who touched him...and his tension eased when he saw it was only Virgo.

"H-Hi, Miss Virgo..." He greeted softly.

"You do not need to refer to me as Miss Virgo, master." Virgo assured. "I will gladly accept it if you simply refer to me as Virgo."

"S-Sorry, Virgo..." Harry whispered. "Sh-Should I be p-punished...?" Virgo felt an odd twinge in her heartstrings at the question, but shook it off quickly and shook her head.

"Of course not, master." She replied. "You have done nothing wrong. ...May I ask a question?" Harry nodded shyly. "Why are you doing such a strenuous activity in your condition?"

"I-It's my j-job..." He replied softly. Virgo shook her head.

"It shall be your job no longer, master." She said simply. Harry looked up at her. "I shall relieve you of this task. You are far too young to be doing a job such as this."

"B-But..."

"Please, master. I request that you allow me to do this for you." Virgo said, a surprising amount of gentleness in her voice that clashed with her stoic facial expression. "You are injured, and in no condition to be doing chores." Harry hesitated...and then the sounds of sirens sounded from outside. Harry and Virgo looked to see the ambulances pulling into the driveway. Virgo smiled down at Harry, then went back inside her key. Harry picked the object up...then heard the door open, and noticed a shadow looming over him. Nervously, he looked up...and saw a man smiling kindly down at him.

"Hello there, little fella." He said gently. "How are you feeling? Looks like the fat man really did a number on you..." Harry had no idea how to respond. The man gently put a hand on his shoulder. "Come on. We'll give you a lift to the hospital. They'll fix you right up, nice and proper! You'll be back on your feet in no time!"

"C-Can I bring my k-key?" Harry asked timidly.

"I don't see why not." The man replied, grinning broadly. "C'mon, mate, let's get you patched up." And with that, the man gently scooped Harry into his arms and carried him out to the ambulance. Harry nervously looked back at the house. "No worries, kid, we'll bring you right back after we finish treating you!" And with that, Harry was placed in the ambulance, and it drove off.

Petunia was emptying out Dudley's second room to make room for Harry. Dudley walked in to see what was going on.

"...Mum...What the heck happened?" He asked as calmly as he could under the circumstances.

"I don't know, dear. I don't know." Petunia replied calmly as she continued her work.