Harry stared at the small girl before him. She was fuming. He had thought Mr. Dursley was frightening when he was mad, but he was nothing compared to this girl. Mr. Dursley, he noted, was also fuming. But Mr. Dursley wasn't in a straight jacket. Harry didn't stop to wonder if Mr. Dursley could fit into a straight jacket.
The girl was struggling against the white jacket, and her arms were in extra long sleeves that were buckled in the back. Harry didn't want to know where the Dursley's got a straight jacket from. Any bondage fetishes involving the Dursleys weren't going to involve Harry, and hopefully not this girl either.
Her hair was short in the back and longer in the front. Her green hair and red face made her resemble one of Harry's favorite holidays. She had a strained look on her face, yet she looked fairly at home. She seemed to be accustomed to the jacket, something that unnerved Harry. It was like a rabbit who spent it's life in a cage, and then the cage was opened. After running around the block three times, it's owner had caught it and stuck it back in the cage. Harry wondered if they had straight jackets in Azkaban. They shouldn't need them, one would think. The girl wobbled over to the couch and flopped down. She wasn't facing Harry, and to his knowledge she hadn't seen him, but he couldn't help feeling she was staring at him.
Vernon grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him into the kitchen.
"You've been getting letters, boy. And this thing showed up. Is she some experiment of yours gone wrong? Your homework, perhaps? We aren't going to deal with it Harry. I want you to clean the house, fix the furniture, and KEEP THAT BLOODY THING AWAY FROM MY FAMILY! It's your responsibility. Keep it in your room. Bring it back to that confounded school of magic of yours, and keep it there. If it does one more thing..."
Vernon had been slowly advancing on Harry. Harry found himself back up against the kitchen wall.
"What do you want me to do, Uncle Vernon? Shove her in my bird cage? Keep her in that straight jacket? I don't know anything about her! She's from Azk.." Harry remembered that he shouldn't ever say anything about magic or his world. "She's from my people's jail. She might kill me!" Harry knew Vernon probably wouldn't care if the girl killed him or not.
"DONT YOU TALK BACK TO ME!" Mr. Dursley roared. "She's one of your ruddy people and your going to take care of her, ya hear? I don't care what you do with her, but KEEP HER AWAY FROM US NORMAL PEOPLE!!"
Harry tried to keep his temper. There was no denying it. The girl would probably be better with Harry than Mr. Dursley. A cheap jar of peanut butter was safer with Harry and Mr. Dursley. He nodded and stepped back out into the wrecked living room.
The girl was sitting there, humming tunelessly to herself and rocking back and forth. Her head was lolling lazily about, and though she was unconscious, but still moving. Her skin color had gone from red to a pale pink. She had bruises all over, and her eyes were red. Apparently she had bonked her eyes on something hard enough to have a layer of blood under the skin of her eyes. It was a creepy sight. Beside that, she was grinning. A wide, maniacal grin. Harry feared it would take the top of her head off if it got any bigger.
Harry cleared his throat, but she didn't look up. She started humming louder. Harry decided it was probably safe enough to get near her. He shuffled cautiously over to the ripped couch and sat down next to her. He looked at her for a moment. She was completely ignoring him. He put his hand on her thin shoulder, and her head shot up to face him. Her Grin got wider.
"Fweeeee!!!! Hayyee Pahher!! Waugh!!" She would have wrapped her arms around him, if they hadn't been wrapped around herself. Instead she fell forward into Harry's lap. Harry patted her in the head awkwardly and pushed her back up by the shoulders.
"Hi. Er. What's your name?" Harry looked at her a little uncertainly, but he was a bit more confident this time. Maybe she was just a female Creevey.
"Lacci," she said, nodding. She bounced a little, and blinked carefully, so as not to hurt her sensitive eyes. "Lacci Lacci Lacci Lacci. Lack-ee. Lacci. Lacci De." She Grinned again.
"Lacci D.? Hi Lacci. What does D. stand for?"
"Not D. De. Lacci De. Laaaaccii Deeee Vrijj. Vreeg. (a/n: soft g.) Hee," Lacci said this rocking viciously back and forth, singing it out. "Laaaccci wants to knoooow about Haaayyyee Paaaaahheerrr... Lacci waaaannts to kn.." Harry put his fingers to her mouth to shush her, and she bit playfully at them. He quickly withdrew them. "That's not nice!" He said. It seemed the only way to react was to talk to her like you would a dog.
"You want to know about me?" Harry asked. "What do you want to know?"
She smiled and fell forward into his lap again, in a sexually obscene position. Harry lifted her thin body. She flopped forwardly, unconscious.
"Oh bugger," Harry exclaimed, And lifted her up over his shoulder. She was smaller than he was, and much much lighter. She weighed about as much as all his books and supplies and things together in their trolley. As he dragged her up the stairs, he could see Dudley peeking at him through the kitchen door. He was smiling, and stuck his tongue out. Harry ignored him.
The girl was struggling against the white jacket, and her arms were in extra long sleeves that were buckled in the back. Harry didn't want to know where the Dursley's got a straight jacket from. Any bondage fetishes involving the Dursleys weren't going to involve Harry, and hopefully not this girl either.
Her hair was short in the back and longer in the front. Her green hair and red face made her resemble one of Harry's favorite holidays. She had a strained look on her face, yet she looked fairly at home. She seemed to be accustomed to the jacket, something that unnerved Harry. It was like a rabbit who spent it's life in a cage, and then the cage was opened. After running around the block three times, it's owner had caught it and stuck it back in the cage. Harry wondered if they had straight jackets in Azkaban. They shouldn't need them, one would think. The girl wobbled over to the couch and flopped down. She wasn't facing Harry, and to his knowledge she hadn't seen him, but he couldn't help feeling she was staring at him.
Vernon grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him into the kitchen.
"You've been getting letters, boy. And this thing showed up. Is she some experiment of yours gone wrong? Your homework, perhaps? We aren't going to deal with it Harry. I want you to clean the house, fix the furniture, and KEEP THAT BLOODY THING AWAY FROM MY FAMILY! It's your responsibility. Keep it in your room. Bring it back to that confounded school of magic of yours, and keep it there. If it does one more thing..."
Vernon had been slowly advancing on Harry. Harry found himself back up against the kitchen wall.
"What do you want me to do, Uncle Vernon? Shove her in my bird cage? Keep her in that straight jacket? I don't know anything about her! She's from Azk.." Harry remembered that he shouldn't ever say anything about magic or his world. "She's from my people's jail. She might kill me!" Harry knew Vernon probably wouldn't care if the girl killed him or not.
"DONT YOU TALK BACK TO ME!" Mr. Dursley roared. "She's one of your ruddy people and your going to take care of her, ya hear? I don't care what you do with her, but KEEP HER AWAY FROM US NORMAL PEOPLE!!"
Harry tried to keep his temper. There was no denying it. The girl would probably be better with Harry than Mr. Dursley. A cheap jar of peanut butter was safer with Harry and Mr. Dursley. He nodded and stepped back out into the wrecked living room.
The girl was sitting there, humming tunelessly to herself and rocking back and forth. Her head was lolling lazily about, and though she was unconscious, but still moving. Her skin color had gone from red to a pale pink. She had bruises all over, and her eyes were red. Apparently she had bonked her eyes on something hard enough to have a layer of blood under the skin of her eyes. It was a creepy sight. Beside that, she was grinning. A wide, maniacal grin. Harry feared it would take the top of her head off if it got any bigger.
Harry cleared his throat, but she didn't look up. She started humming louder. Harry decided it was probably safe enough to get near her. He shuffled cautiously over to the ripped couch and sat down next to her. He looked at her for a moment. She was completely ignoring him. He put his hand on her thin shoulder, and her head shot up to face him. Her Grin got wider.
"Fweeeee!!!! Hayyee Pahher!! Waugh!!" She would have wrapped her arms around him, if they hadn't been wrapped around herself. Instead she fell forward into Harry's lap. Harry patted her in the head awkwardly and pushed her back up by the shoulders.
"Hi. Er. What's your name?" Harry looked at her a little uncertainly, but he was a bit more confident this time. Maybe she was just a female Creevey.
"Lacci," she said, nodding. She bounced a little, and blinked carefully, so as not to hurt her sensitive eyes. "Lacci Lacci Lacci Lacci. Lack-ee. Lacci. Lacci De." She Grinned again.
"Lacci D.? Hi Lacci. What does D. stand for?"
"Not D. De. Lacci De. Laaaaccii Deeee Vrijj. Vreeg. (a/n: soft g.) Hee," Lacci said this rocking viciously back and forth, singing it out. "Laaaccci wants to knoooow about Haaayyyee Paaaaahheerrr... Lacci waaaannts to kn.." Harry put his fingers to her mouth to shush her, and she bit playfully at them. He quickly withdrew them. "That's not nice!" He said. It seemed the only way to react was to talk to her like you would a dog.
"You want to know about me?" Harry asked. "What do you want to know?"
She smiled and fell forward into his lap again, in a sexually obscene position. Harry lifted her thin body. She flopped forwardly, unconscious.
"Oh bugger," Harry exclaimed, And lifted her up over his shoulder. She was smaller than he was, and much much lighter. She weighed about as much as all his books and supplies and things together in their trolley. As he dragged her up the stairs, he could see Dudley peeking at him through the kitchen door. He was smiling, and stuck his tongue out. Harry ignored him.