Authors Note: Wow another new chapter in one day, I must be on a roll. But to be fair I haven't updated this story in ages so I guess it's only fair that I post few new chapters. Plus shorter chapters mean faster posting. Well as always Read, and please, please Review, and most importantly Enjoy!
Chapter 3
"Come on! Quick, before someone sees!" Hissed a mans voice.
"Oh will you shut up!" Hissed another, this time a woman's and she sounded very bored. "They're not going to see us, they're muggles."
"And lazy muggles at that," Whispered a second slightly frantic sounding woman. "They never get up until at least eight in the morning."
"Not the woman," chimed in another woman, though she sounded much calmer than the others. "She's always up early cooking and cleaning. Don't know why, this place could do with a bit of mess and that son of hers needs feeding like I need a splinter in my butt."
Someone snickered and was promptly shushed into silence.
"Let's just quit arguing and get to work all right?" said the man.
The others nodded in agreement. Silently and unseen the small group crept over the back hedges of Number Four Privet Drive and approached the neat little house. The back door was locked but that was swiftly dealt with an alohomora spell and they were in.
They wasted no time looking about the sterile muggle home and went straight through to the front room. The discordant sound of someone humming off key reached they're ears as they approached the stairs. As one they flattened themselves against the wall.
Petunia Dursley stepped down off the final creaking stair and rounded the corner and bustle off into the kitchen. Someone snorted quietly, another shook their head as Petunia disappeared into the kitchen seemingly unaware that there four people flattened against her pristine wall.
To be fair all four people were disillusioned, but even a muggle could see through a disillusion charm if they tried. Fortunately for their group this particular muggle wasn't very observant.
"Come on," Whispered the man, he was closest to the stairs "And be careful of that first step it creaks."
The others nodded and followed him, careful to skip the bottom stair lest they alert someone to their presence. Once on the landing they all looked cautiously about, all the doors were closed save for one. They looked uneasily at each other and approached the doorway.
There was no one inside the smallest bedroom.
"Where is he?" asked the frantic woman "We didn't see him leave the house."
"Calm down, he's in the shower" said the bored woman an equally bored voice, not even bothering to whisper.
"Will you be quiet!" hissed the frantic one.
"Pfft!" the bored woman snickered waving a dismissive hand "No ones going to here us over that racket."
That racket, being the thunderous snores coming from the room next to the smallest one and its enormous occupant.
"It's locked," said the man, he had tip toed over to the bathroom where it did indeed seem as though someone was showering. "Alohomora!"
The locked clicked and the door creaked open a sliver before it hit something very solid.
The man peered in and turned back quickly to the others. "He's fainted!"
The others rushed over in a flurry of shuffled footsteps, they glanced up and down the landing again and carefully squeezed into the bathroom one by one, careful not to tread on the unconscious boy. The door closed silently behind them and the lock clicked back into place.
As one the group bent over the boy, the frantic sounding woman kneeled at his side and put her hand to his forehead.
"Do you think he's all right?" She asked now taking his pulse "What if we got here too late? What if the fevers taken him? What if-"
"The fever hasn't taken him" Said the calm woman slowly as she observed the boy "He would be in a much worse state if it had."
"She's right" agreed the man who had entered first "And we should be thankful he did faint, if he hadn't we'd have a lot more work to do here. No thanks to someone who just had to hold us up!"
The drawling woman leaned against the counter shrugged and went about inspecting her disillusioned nails.
"Never mind, help me sit him up." The man ordered the frantic woman, together they pulled the lanky teen up into a sitting position. The boys head lolled backwards and hit the wall with a slight thump.
"Careful," the frantic woman admonished.
The man stood and went to the calm woman's side "Well" he said in an expectant voice gesturing to the still unconscious boy.
The woman stared at the boy, he looked so peaceful, she couldn't remember the last time she'd seen him that way. His life had gotten so difficult these past two years, and she worried for him so. Dark circles rimmed his eyes, his cheeks were sunken as usual, and his skin was pale as usual. But everything was not as it usually as it appeared; he had changed literally overnight, changed into something that he would never see again.
It saddened her to see him go, to have to change him back, it had been so long since she'd seen him, the real him. But she had gotten used to and grown to love the new him as well, and besides changing him back was for his own good.
"Well" The man repeated.
"Yes" said the woman in a distracted voice and then more clearly "Yes, right. Here we go."
Seemingly from no where a wand appeared and pointed itself at the unconscious form of Harry Potter. "Facadieo!"
A flash of bright purple light shot from the end of the wand and hit Harry straight in the chest. Almost at once the light spread outwards from its point of impact until Harry was glowing bright purple all over.
"Quick, the potion!" said the woman, she kept her wand aimed at Harry and held it tightly with both hands. A beam of purple light flowed from its end, reinforcing the spell on Harry.
The drawling woman pulled a small vial from her pocket and tossed it to the frantic woman still kneeling next to Harry. She uncorked it and tipped the contents down Harry's open mouth and then held it firmly shut to make him swallow.
Harry coughed and for a moment it seemed as though he had woken but then his head fell back onto shoulders limply. The light surrounding him went from purple to gray and then collapsed in on itself, disappearing into his chest.
The group leaned in expectantly over the boy, even the bored woman could not stop herself from watching the spell do its work.
"It's done." Said the woman who had performed the spell, there was a slightly sad note to her voice as she observed her handy work.
"It's for the best" The bored woman said kindly, placing a hand on the others shoulder.
"But the spots, they're still there." Said the frantic woman, frantically.
"Can't change biology, love" chuckled the man.
They all watched the boy silently for a bit longer.
"Well come on, we can't stay here." Ordered the bored woman as she was the first to regain her composure, "We finished our task."
"Yes," agreed the calm woman distractedly.
And one by one the disillusioned group slipped out of the bathroom, down the stairs, through the kitchen, past a completely oblivious Petunia, out the back door, and over the garden hedges where they had started. Together they raised their wands discreetly
"Silencio."
And with a muffled crack they disappeared.
Authors note: Yes I know it's short but I'm just getting started. Don't worry things will start to reveal themselves soon enough.
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