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You're Not Allowed To Leave Me

The very second Petunia Dursley stepped into her own house, she knew something had gone awry. "Dudley, darling, go ahead up to your room. I'll just go check on Harry and our guest and get some supper ready."

Dudley, however, knew that the tone of his mother's voice betrayed her calm composure. Something was wrong, and he could feel it. "Yes, mum," he said after a moment. There was no point in trying to stop his mother. She was far too stubborn for that. And besides, the doctor had given Dudley a rather large pill that was finally beginning to take affect. With a few more days of rest, he would be as good as new; furthermore, he was utterly useless while under the drug's effects. With a slow turn, he headed to the stairs. His father was probably home and in a foul mood...

"I'll be up shortly, dear!" Petunia called with a smile as Dudley weakly trudged up the stairs. Once he was out of sight, Petunia allowed her posture to change- her eyes hardened, she clenched her fists at her sides, and her pale lips turned down in stern frown. The sharp tap of her heels on the hardwood floor echoed down the hall as she marched to her husband's study. She was not happy...

The moment she walked throught the front door she had smelled them- the lemon drops. That man was here... And Vernon knew how Petunia felt about having that man in her house. He was not welcome. Ever.

"Vernon Archibald Dursely," Petunia said clipped tones as she pushed through the door to her husband's study without so much as a knock. "What do you think you are doing?"

"Oh, h-hello, P-petunia, dear," Vernon said as he jumped up in surprise. The lights in the study were dim, the main source of them coming from the fireplace where two chairs were placed. Vernon hastily stood from his chair while the other figure remained seated without a single glance back.

"Why is that man in house, Vernon?" Petunia spat as she pushed her husband's meaty hand away from her. "You know I do not ever wish to see his face here."

"I know, sweetheart, but we were only talking," Vernon tried to explain.

"Talking about what, sweetheart?" Petunia glared.

"Why, the weather! Of course!" the figure said as he turned to smile at Petunia. His half-moon spectacles nearly hid his twinkling blue eyes with the glare from the fireplace shining on them. "Care for a lemon drop?" he offered.

Petunia scoffed with the most bitter glare she could manage in the man's direction. "No, Mister Dumbledore, but I do want you out of my house." Dumbledore simply chuckled and stood from his seat.

"As you wish, Petunia, dear," he said with a nod. "Thanks for the drink, Vernon. And with that, I'll be on my way."

"Albus!" Vernon called. "Can I count on you?"

"But of course," Dumbledore said with a wink. He made like he was tipping a hat before finding his own way to the front door. Once he was gone, Petunia rounded on her husband.

"What in the bloody world was that... that man doing in this house!"

"I-I simply needed his help with some business," Vernon stuttered out.

"Whatever sort of business can you have with the likes of him?"

"Its that blasted blonde upstairs!" Vernon yelled back. He could hold it in no longer. Petunia had no right to yell at him. He was trying to protect his family! She needed to know that the blonde was dangerous! And residing under his ruddy roof! "He's dangerous! Nearly killed me when I got home!"

"He was unconscious when I left this morning!" Petunia exclaimed. "He lost so much blood last night that I-"

"You don't understand, Petunia!" Vernon interrupted. "He... He... I walked in on him and Harry being indecent! For heaven's sake! They were in the li-"

"So that's what this is about, is it?" Petunia asked, her voice getting softer. Vernon paled at the tone. "Vernon, I think it's best that you spend the night somewhere eslse tonight... After you've had some time to cool down."

"I don't need to calm down," Vernon muttered.

Petunia gave him a look that could have cut glass. "Do not come back to this house until you can accept Harry- our nephew- for who he is... Or... unless you have a lawyer with divorce papers."

"But Petu-"

"Out," Petunia said raising an elegant finger to silence her husband. "Right now. Get out. I will not stand for such poison under this roof."

Vernon knew that he would not change his wife's mind. He would just have to prove to her how dangerous the blonde really was... "Alright, I'll leave." Without a glance back, he was gone.

Petunia took a deep breath to calm her heart and let it out shakily. She had never been so angry at her husband. She supposed it was about time she gave him a piece of her mind. How could he feel so negatively about Harry? Making up stories too! Petunia smoothed out her clothes and left the study. She would go check on Harry and the stranger before preparing dinner. Perhaps Harry could help her. She wondered if the blonde had woken up yet as she made her way to the stairs...

DrarryTLA

"Harry..."

Harry sighed in content and snuggled into the warmth surrounding him.

"Harry..."

He then proceded to ignore the sound of his name being called. He was having the most amazing dream. The sun was shining on his skin, its rays warming him in the cool ocean breeze. He definitely did not want to be pulled out back into consciousness.

"Harry..." And this time, Harry recognized the voice. It was Draco. What was the blonde doing at the beach? He should have been resting. Reluctantly, Harry opened his eyes; he was no longer on the beach. "Good morning," Draco chuckled.

"Hello," Harry blushed as he sat up to wipe his eyes. Draco handed him his glasses and remained standing next to the bed.

"Your aunt is back," Draco said. "She came in a few moments ago to see if you were awake."

"I bet she was confused as to why you were here," Harry chuckled.

"Just surprised," Draco replied. "She's gone down to prepare dinner. She wants you to meet her if you're up to it."

"Will you go with me?"

"Of course."

Harry smiled in relief. He just felt as if he would be able to explain the incident with his uncle better if Draco was there with him. Somehow, the blonde's presence was comforting to him. "I wonder if Uncle Vernon is gone yet...?" he whispered.

"If he knows what's best for him..." Draco whispered darkly.

Harry could barely hear him, but noticed that his silver eyes darkened considerably at the mention of his uncle. "Did you say something?" he asked curiously.

"Only that you need not keep your aunt waiting," Draco said smoothly. His eyes returned to normal and he held out a hand to the smaller teen. Harry took the hand with a smile. He only hoped his aunt wasn't too upset with him for making Uncle Vernon so angry...