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Poor Harry.
If he thought that his uncle would take to having another girl in the house well, Harry was sadly mistaken.
"And what are you doing with another one of these girls! I've had enough! Take that owl of yours and get out! Take your girls with you! And don't come back!" Uncle Vernon was red in the face when he was finished yelling. His fat finger pointed Harry in the general direction of the door.
Leo was looking at Vernon with a mixture of horror and awe. She clutched at Harry during his uncle's rant and was now squirming to be let down.
Harry placed Leo on the ground and she walked up to Vernon Dursley. "Begging your pardon sir," She began, using her best manners, "But I couldn't help but notice your situation. I am here to help you get rid of these pests. I am Leola," she stuck her hand up in the air for Vernon to shake.
Vernon Dursley stared down at the little girl. He mutely took her hand and shook it.
"Now, if you'll please sit down and enjoy your meal, your pest problem will soon be gone." Leo led Vernon to his chair. He sat down, still in awe of this little girl. She was so polite. Unfortunately, she looked a little too much like Harry for his liking. Wait a second, something clicked in the oldest Dursley's head.
"HARRY POTTER!" He bellowed. Even the girls who were chittering with each other stopped talking.
Harry looked at his uncle. "Yes sir?" he stuttered.
Vernon pointed a chubby finger at Harry then at the girl who was busy looking for a knife sharper than a butter knife, "You, explain this," he ordered.
"Well," Harry walked over to where Leo was shuffling through a drawer looking for a knife and picked her up. He sat down at his place at the table with her on his lap, "Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, Dudley, I told Dumbledore about our problem and he sent us my daughter to help us."
A thud was heard throughout the neighborhood as a large number of Mary-Sues and Aunt Petunia fell to the floor.
Leo cackled loudly and clapped.