Name: Kristen
Title: Twin Destinies 6?
Website: http/magical-worlds.us/scribblings
Disclaimer: I do not own anything mentioned in the Harry Potter books. That honor goes to J.K. Rowling. I also don't own anything on the show Buffy the Vampire Slayer. That belongs to Joss Whedon and whoever else has a piece of that pie. No infringement is intended and no profit is being made. This is just for my own amusement and only the plot is mine.
Rating: PG-13/Teen
Pairings: Dawn/Blaise and Harry/Ginny eventually
Spoilers: General Season 5 Spoilers for BtVS and spoilers for all of the Harry Potter books, especially for Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
Summary: Answer to one of my own challenges posted a long time ago, what if the monks had sent Dawn to someone else? Voldemort is after the key for purposes better left alone and the monks send her to Harry Potter for protection.
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Part 4

The ride to Privet Drive was spent mostly in silence. There was no conversation from the Dursleys and only their actions let on that they weren't entirely successful in ignoring the Potter twins. Uncle Vernon was muttering angrily to himself, his face getting redder with each passing mile away from the train station. His hands clenched the wheel so hard his knuckles were white and he looked upon the verge of ripping the wheel loose every time he made an angry turn.

Aunt Petunia's lips were so pursed in disapproval that her face appeared to have frozen that way, as if she could make no other expression. In contrast to Vernon, she had gotten whiter and paler with her anger as if the indignity she had suffered was slowly killing her.

Dudley whimpered and tried to shift his massive bulk further and further over on the seat every time Harry or Dawn made the slightest move, a task that was virtually impossible considering his grotesque size. Harry and Dawn were highly amused by this and would make sudden moves, which only made Dudley whimper piteously in fear, to point out something in the passing scenery to each other all the while making comments about what the wizarding equivalent was or what spell would accomplish the same effect in the wizarding world. As the talk drifted to the latest spells they had learned this year in the DA, Dudley fainted. His massive body slumped forward pushing Uncle Vernon's seat until he was scrunched up against the wheel. He grunted, his face turned purple, and Uncle Vernon opened his mouth to yell then stopped when his wife hissed, "Vernon, they'll know!"

All the while the twins chattered, Uncle Vernon grew redder, Aunt Petunia grew paler, and when he finally roused Dudley tried unsuccessfully to grow smaller.

Harry and Dawn spent the next two weeks keeping to themselves. The Dursleys avoided them entirely when they could which suited the twins just fine. They wrote letters, they watched the Daily Prophet for news of Voldemort's movement, and tried hard not to dwell on Sirius's death, the prophecy, or Dawn's origins. They even studied, anything to keep their minds busy and not focused on this awful waiting. This feeling that something terrible was going to happen, it was only just a matter of time. It was a routine, one they had fallen into over the two weeks they had been back on Privet Drive, and a routine they showed no signs of breaking until something shattered it for them.

Dawn and Harry returned from their walk to the park to an alarming sight. For the most part they kept to the house now that they knew the reasons it was so important for them to be there. And with last year's Dementor attack the house seemed the safest place to be. But cabin fever had set in. They had begun to feel trapped and as if they had to get out of the house that very minute or go crazy. So, they had left the house in a mix of exultation at being free and cautious paranoia that an attack could be lurking around the corner.

And by the looks of it, they had been partially right. It looked as if an attack had taken place at Number Four Privet Drive while they were gone. The front door was hanging tilted looking as if it had been blasted from its hinges. Uncle Vernon and Petunia were frantically piling objects and clothes into a rental car, willy-nilly, with no concern for packing or placement. The one spot of stillness was Dudley, who was curled up on the stoop with a glazed look of pain in his eyes and drool dripping from his chin.

"What happened?" Harry asked in shock.

At the sound of his voice, Uncle Vernon stopped his mad dash to the car in mid step. The pile of clothes heaped in his arms fell to the ground and Uncle Vernon turned toward the sound of his nephew's voice with a look of mottled rage building on his features. "You!" He roared. "You brats! That's what happened. We took you in! Fed and sheltered you and this is the thanks we get? Threats! Destruction! Our precious Dudley attacked!" Each accusation was yelled louder than the one before it as Uncle Vernon stalked toward them. In alarm, Harry and Dawn both drew their wands, but Uncle Vernon ignored them as he yelled in their face, spittle dripping from his lips in his rage. "It's your fault! This is all your doing and I've had enough! They can have you! They're more than welcome to you. Nothing but trouble since we took you in. You're no longer welcome in our home and when we get back, you'd better not be here!"

"Wait," Harry dared to interrupt. "What attack, what threats? What's happened?"

"I'll tell you what's happened," Aunt Petunia hissed, stalking around the car and towards them with fury and hatred blazing in her eyes. "Those freaks showed up, cornered us at the movie theater. Blew up our car! Cursed Dudley!" This last was spit out in a high, shrill voice.

"Cursed?" Dawn whispered in shock.

Petunia's face hardened. "Cursed," She clipped out. "By curseeo, or whatever nonsensical word passes for language with you abominations. They're coming. Oh yes, they're coming," she said in a pleased voice at seeing their alarmed faces. "And I hope they get exactly what they want. You."

With that Petunia Dursley turned on her heel and helped Dudley into the rental car. She hopped into the front seat and slammed her door with indignation. "Let's go, Vernon!" Her shrill voice drifted through the car window.

Uncle Vernon gave the twins one last hate-filled glare then turned on his heel to obey his wife's summons. He hopped into the rental car and backed out of the driveway with a squeal of rubber on asphalt then sped down the street.

Dawn and Harry looked at each other in horror. Death Eaters were coming!

End Part 4