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A/N: Wow! Thank you all for your reviews and your advise!
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Unexpected Visitors
Chapter Two: Privet Drive Rage
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN CAN WE LOOK AFTER THEM?" raged the purple faced man, flecks of spit erupting from his mouth as he bellowed at the crowd. "IS THIS SOME KIND OF A SICK JOKE YOU WEIRDOES WANT TO PLAY?"
He continued to rage, looking at the wizards with disgust. Petunia was clutching Vernon's sleeve, looking a pale shade of green. "I w-want you all out of may house," she stuttered, her little eyes darting around the room.
"Well, we need your help. This is the safest place we know besides Hogwarts—" Lupin continued calmly, seeming not to notice Vernon and Petunia visibly flinch at the mention of the magical school. "—and we really thought it would be a good idea. No one can hurt them within the walls of this house—"
"I don't care whether or not the freaks are safe! They are NOT going to live here!" Petunia continued to protest. "Imagine what the neighbors will think… that we're running some kind of home that takes in freaks!" she finished in an icy-cold tone. Harry wondered where she had gotten the guts for her little out burst… especially with four wands pointed in her direction.
"Well of course you would be paid…." continued Lupin somewhat lamely with a calmness that didn't match his eyes. Having known him for several years now, Harry could tell his eyes were full of anger. "…but we could always force you," he said evenly, pointing his wand at her heart.
"W-what? N-no! You w-wouldn't d-dare!" she stammered, her nerve now lost.
"Well no, we won't do anything as long as you agree to take them in," came Mr Weasley's carefully controlled voice. Harry could see him shaking with anger. He looked to be a bit sick, and Harry knew it was probably because he couldn't believe he was to leave his children in a place such as this.
Harry looked around and the group of angry adults. At this point, he knew some miracle would have to happen for the Dursleys to give in of their own free will.
At that thought, Dumbledore appeared in the room with a gold flash… a single red and gold feather floating down towards the floor. Harry heard Petunia gasp.
"Hello Petunia, dear," Dumbledore said, greeting her with a smile and a twinkle in his eyes.
"H-hello, Pop," she replied, looking at the floor in a way that told Harry that she was ashamed.
'Hang on a minute!' Harry thought. 'Pop??? Why would his aunt call Dumbledore Pop? Unless… No, that was impossible! There was no way his aunt and Dumbledore were related! But then, why call him Pop?' Questions were flying around his head and, from the looks of it, Ron and Hermione were having the same amount of difficulty working it out as well.
"Dear, how are you doing? Its been a long time since we've talked," he addressed Petunia, smiling politely.
"I was doing well until these rude people came stomping into MY house telling me I have to look after their brats!" Petunia huffed angrily.
"Well dear, there has been a lot of trouble at the moment and I really can't tell you how sorry I am to do this to you, but you have to take them in," Dumbledore told her sympathetically. "After all, it is only for the summer, and then they will go back to school."
"But look at the cost! I can't go around feeding all the kids that get neglected by their parents –" she said, casting a glare in the Weasley's direction. Harry could see Moody had pointed his wand at Mr. Weasley's back and was muttering something that made it impossible for Ron's father to attack his aunt. Mrs. Weasley had gone pale at his aunt's remark and was wringing her hands and clutching her apron nervously.
"–and there is no room in this house," Petunia snapped, looking at Dumbledore as if the subject was now closed and they would now leave her home in peace.
"I see no problem," Dumbledore said reassuringly. "You will get enough money to cover the cost, and we will add another room to your house," he replied, leaving no room for refusal.
"Now, I really am in a hurry, so I'll go upstairs and add another room to your house." He turned to the teenagers, his eyes twinkling once again. "It will be in between the bathroom and Harry's bedroom. Oh, and I will make Harry's room a bit bigger, if you don't mind, as he and Ron will be sharing a room." With that, he left the room. His departure left most everyone in the room in awe, except for a purple Uncle Vernon and an angry Aunt Petunia, who were both shaking with rage.
Harry turned towards Ron just as the Dursleys stomped out of the living room, slamming the door behind them.
"Well…" he faltered, looking around at the other flabbergasted people in the room and not knowing what to say.
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[A/N: I hope you liked that chapter. It was a bit short. Sorry… and not much happened, but its going to get interesting now that Ron, Ginny, and Hermione are definitely staying. Well, thank you for reading and please review! Luv, Yasmine]
