(a/n: I like to get a bit of perpective from everyone.) Dudley woke up, feeling sick to his stomach. And there is plenty of stomach to be sick with, too. He moaned and rolled over, pulling his blanket, sheet and comforter over his shoulder. But it was too hot. He kicked off his covers.
"Muuummm.." He whined loudly. No one answered. "Muuuuuumm.." he said a little more persistantly. No answer. "MUUUUUUUUUUMM!!!" He wailed loudly, kicking his feet. A door opened, and Mrs. Dursley hurried into the room. She took one look at Dudley's red face and rushed to hsi side.
"Duddy-baby, are you alright? Oh! You're burnign up!! Here, lie back down, and I'll get you an cold pack and some ice cream." The worried woman ran out of the room, carefully shutting the door behind her. Dudley gave a smug look and rested back into his 4 down pillows.
Awakened by the noise, Lacci crept into Dudley's room. He was just lying there, arms folded over his chest (a very difficult endeavor for him). Lacci prowled across the floor and hid under the foot of his bed. She wrapped her bare arms around her bare legs. She hadn't bothered to get clothing on, she never really needed it anyway.Petunia came back.
"Mum, I think I heard something crawling around on my floor," Dudley said worriedly. Petunia smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "Dont worry dear, it's probably just your imagination. Eat yur ice cream." Mrs. Dursley move the pillows and propped Dudley up against them so he could sit. He began to eat his ice cream.
"Here baby, here's your cold pack. Put this on your head if it hurts. And call me if you need anything. Anything at all, allright angel-cakes?"
Dudley nodded, his mouth full of food. Petunia continued. "Good. Today is a saturday, so you can get up any time you like. It's only 8 am right now. Get some sleep. Night Night, honey." She kissed him on the forehead and left the room.
***
Lacci smiled to herself, and climbed up the end of the bed. She Grinned maniacally in Dudley's face. He screamed, and tried to back up to the end of the bed. Here was this evil, magical, naked girl on the edge of his bed giving him a look that could kill.
Petunia came rushing in, followed this time by Mr. Dursley. Their eyes widened at the site, and Vernon was hesitant to attack Lacci this time. Not only was she naked, but last time she had nearly ripped his throat out with her teeth. "My baby!!" Petunia cried helplessly.
***
Harry woke up to the sound of Dudley screaming. He thought for a moment maybe Dudley had had a nightmare, but when Harry noticed Lacci was gone he knew what had happened. He jumped out of bed and scittered across the hall barefoot and in his jammies. He flung open the door, and saw the girl naked on the bed and the large boy curled up on the edge of his bed, with ice cream spilled all down his nightshirt.
Petunia grabbed Harry by the shoulders and shoved him at Lacci. "You take care of that.. monster!! Oh my poor little Dudley.."
Harry stumbled forward and fell into Lacci. Her automatic response was to twirl around and attack whatever it was that had just fallen on her. She rolled over on harry and raised her hand to strike. Harry tried to protect his face with his arms.
"WAI!!" Lacci cried, crawling off of Harry quickly and curling into a ball. She put her hands over her head and started talking such fast and fluent gibberish that I couldn't possibly write it all down.
Harry stared. Dudley cried. Petunia rushed to her son and hugged him. Lacci continued speaking utter nonsense. Vernon stomped up to Harry, every step vibrating on the floor boards Harry sat on. He just glared down at Harry, too mad to say anything. He grabbed Harry by the arm and dragged him to his feet. "Boy," was all he could manage to get through his clenched teeth. He pulled Harry out of the room quickly. Lacci got up and followed, slowly.
"Look," said Mr. Dursley, so mad his face had gone purple, "You know what I told you about that girl."
Harry nodded slowly. "But it wasn't my fault, I didnt know she went in there!"
"Have you got any idea what she could have done to Dudley?!" Vernon screamed, slapping Harry's cheek. Harry flinched and grasped the side of his face. It stung like hell. He hadn't been hit by Vernon since he was in his 3rd year. "Its not my bleeding fault!!" Harry yelled back. He took a step backwards and stumbled into Lacci.
Lacci looked shameful and scared. She cringed and quickly moved out of Harry's way. "My fault!!" she yelled at Vernon, in perfect english. She copied Harry's words. "My fault!! I went in there!! My bleeding fault!! Hayyee gute." Vernon stared blinking at Lacci. He didn't have anything to say to her. He didn't want to interact with her. It was much easier to yell at Harry. He pushed her out of the way and bore down on Harry again.
But now Harry had come up with a defense. "Just get us out of here, Uncle Vernon! Send us away! Give us bus money, I dont care, let us away from this house!!"
Vernon didn't object. He threw two pounds at Harry and stared him in the eye. "Go. Go away. Now. I never wanted your kind in my house, and god damnit, I never am." With that, he turned on his heel and stormed back into Dudley's room. Harry turned back to Lacci. He gave her a look that clearly said, 'Why did you have to go and do that? why?'
A tear formed in Lacci's eyes, and dripped down over her face. It was red. She bit her lip again, and then turned her head away from Harry. Without a word, she walked quietly back into Harry's room and went about fixing the buckle on the straight jacket.
Harry came in a few moments later and picked up the jacked. Lacci gave a glimmer of hope. Is he going to say I dont need it? she wondered.
Harry pulled out his wand and murmered a spell under his breath. The buckle was fixed. He pulled Lacci up by her shouders and fitted her into it. After he had finished dressing her in the straigh jacket and some white jeans, he put a sweat shirt over the jacket and walked her out the door, staring feircely ahead and not saying anything. Softly, Lacci started to cry again.
"Muuummm.." He whined loudly. No one answered. "Muuuuuumm.." he said a little more persistantly. No answer. "MUUUUUUUUUUMM!!!" He wailed loudly, kicking his feet. A door opened, and Mrs. Dursley hurried into the room. She took one look at Dudley's red face and rushed to hsi side.
"Duddy-baby, are you alright? Oh! You're burnign up!! Here, lie back down, and I'll get you an cold pack and some ice cream." The worried woman ran out of the room, carefully shutting the door behind her. Dudley gave a smug look and rested back into his 4 down pillows.
Awakened by the noise, Lacci crept into Dudley's room. He was just lying there, arms folded over his chest (a very difficult endeavor for him). Lacci prowled across the floor and hid under the foot of his bed. She wrapped her bare arms around her bare legs. She hadn't bothered to get clothing on, she never really needed it anyway.Petunia came back.
"Mum, I think I heard something crawling around on my floor," Dudley said worriedly. Petunia smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "Dont worry dear, it's probably just your imagination. Eat yur ice cream." Mrs. Dursley move the pillows and propped Dudley up against them so he could sit. He began to eat his ice cream.
"Here baby, here's your cold pack. Put this on your head if it hurts. And call me if you need anything. Anything at all, allright angel-cakes?"
Dudley nodded, his mouth full of food. Petunia continued. "Good. Today is a saturday, so you can get up any time you like. It's only 8 am right now. Get some sleep. Night Night, honey." She kissed him on the forehead and left the room.
***
Lacci smiled to herself, and climbed up the end of the bed. She Grinned maniacally in Dudley's face. He screamed, and tried to back up to the end of the bed. Here was this evil, magical, naked girl on the edge of his bed giving him a look that could kill.
Petunia came rushing in, followed this time by Mr. Dursley. Their eyes widened at the site, and Vernon was hesitant to attack Lacci this time. Not only was she naked, but last time she had nearly ripped his throat out with her teeth. "My baby!!" Petunia cried helplessly.
***
Harry woke up to the sound of Dudley screaming. He thought for a moment maybe Dudley had had a nightmare, but when Harry noticed Lacci was gone he knew what had happened. He jumped out of bed and scittered across the hall barefoot and in his jammies. He flung open the door, and saw the girl naked on the bed and the large boy curled up on the edge of his bed, with ice cream spilled all down his nightshirt.
Petunia grabbed Harry by the shoulders and shoved him at Lacci. "You take care of that.. monster!! Oh my poor little Dudley.."
Harry stumbled forward and fell into Lacci. Her automatic response was to twirl around and attack whatever it was that had just fallen on her. She rolled over on harry and raised her hand to strike. Harry tried to protect his face with his arms.
"WAI!!" Lacci cried, crawling off of Harry quickly and curling into a ball. She put her hands over her head and started talking such fast and fluent gibberish that I couldn't possibly write it all down.
Harry stared. Dudley cried. Petunia rushed to her son and hugged him. Lacci continued speaking utter nonsense. Vernon stomped up to Harry, every step vibrating on the floor boards Harry sat on. He just glared down at Harry, too mad to say anything. He grabbed Harry by the arm and dragged him to his feet. "Boy," was all he could manage to get through his clenched teeth. He pulled Harry out of the room quickly. Lacci got up and followed, slowly.
"Look," said Mr. Dursley, so mad his face had gone purple, "You know what I told you about that girl."
Harry nodded slowly. "But it wasn't my fault, I didnt know she went in there!"
"Have you got any idea what she could have done to Dudley?!" Vernon screamed, slapping Harry's cheek. Harry flinched and grasped the side of his face. It stung like hell. He hadn't been hit by Vernon since he was in his 3rd year. "Its not my bleeding fault!!" Harry yelled back. He took a step backwards and stumbled into Lacci.
Lacci looked shameful and scared. She cringed and quickly moved out of Harry's way. "My fault!!" she yelled at Vernon, in perfect english. She copied Harry's words. "My fault!! I went in there!! My bleeding fault!! Hayyee gute." Vernon stared blinking at Lacci. He didn't have anything to say to her. He didn't want to interact with her. It was much easier to yell at Harry. He pushed her out of the way and bore down on Harry again.
But now Harry had come up with a defense. "Just get us out of here, Uncle Vernon! Send us away! Give us bus money, I dont care, let us away from this house!!"
Vernon didn't object. He threw two pounds at Harry and stared him in the eye. "Go. Go away. Now. I never wanted your kind in my house, and god damnit, I never am." With that, he turned on his heel and stormed back into Dudley's room. Harry turned back to Lacci. He gave her a look that clearly said, 'Why did you have to go and do that? why?'
A tear formed in Lacci's eyes, and dripped down over her face. It was red. She bit her lip again, and then turned her head away from Harry. Without a word, she walked quietly back into Harry's room and went about fixing the buckle on the straight jacket.
Harry came in a few moments later and picked up the jacked. Lacci gave a glimmer of hope. Is he going to say I dont need it? she wondered.
Harry pulled out his wand and murmered a spell under his breath. The buckle was fixed. He pulled Lacci up by her shouders and fitted her into it. After he had finished dressing her in the straigh jacket and some white jeans, he put a sweat shirt over the jacket and walked her out the door, staring feircely ahead and not saying anything. Softly, Lacci started to cry again.