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It is new that i get my chapter back so soon than that. I have new beta, thanks for you Turquoise. I was almost waited for sending this but truth is i can't wait. This chapter was too good for waiting. I like that one chapter pretty much more than my other chapters. I was almost cried while i was writing that one. And thought about waiting, is too bad. So here this is then.

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Petunia was stricken with terror when she looked at the view in front of her. She turned to look around her and couldn't even get a sound out. She only looked around with her mouth hanging open for a long time before she realized what she was doing, and closed it. The vestibule was
completely messed up, a shoe rack was lying on its side and all of the shoes had fallen down around the vestibule. That wasn't even most shocking thing there, half of the shoes were full of blood, as was the floor. She could only look at it, and think about how she was going to clean up all of the blood, and half of her shoes would have to be thrown away for sure. During the same time she was wondering about cleaning up of vestibule, another thought occurred to her. At first, she couldn't understand what it was; she only knew that something was disturbing her for some reason. Something that she had forgotten when she had seen all of this mess, it took a couple of minutes to realize what she was forgotten. When she realized what she had forgotten, it was miracle that she didn't shriek again.

Where was Vernon? Instantly she was looking around her searching hectically to see if she could see him anywhere. All of house was far too silent, and it couldn't mean anything good. Panic was twirling in her mind when she thought all of what could have happened to her husband. She tried to get her legs to cooperate with her brain and go forward to search places for Vernon, but she was so scared that her legs couldn't to move properly. It was hard to get even one leg to move even one inch. Slowly she was got her legs go along with her and move forward like her brain was trying to say. Slowly but surely she was moving forward downstairs, jerkily. And when she was done, she halted, and looked around for anything suspicious. When she saw the blood closer, but it occurred to her that it could have come from Vernon. There was lot of blood. All was far to
quiet when she was managed to sneak to bloody vestibule. She thought that all couldn't be all right...

When she reached the bloody shoes in the vestibule, she couldn't walk to any longer. She looked at the bloody footprints that were leading to the door, actually there were two sets of bloody footprints and she paled even father. She followed those steps to the door and her shaking became even fiercer. She trying to not think about what could be behind the door, when she heard Vernon talking, and she let out a deep sigh. So Vernon was in shape to talk, so everything had to be all right. She half ran the rest of the way to see Vernon. When she actually saw him, he was looking at her with a scared expression. Most importantly, he looked to be all right otherwise. Petunia saw that Vernon was getting up from ground and started to run hastily
towards him, but before she could touch him, she saw something kept her from doing it. Vernon was covered all over with blood, although it doesn't look like he was really hurt, he only looked scared. She was halted before him, and looked at him loathingly, though she tried to fight against
it, but blood was so disgusting that she could only spit out:

"Darling, are you all right?"

Vernon was startled when he first heard shrieking behind him, but at once he realized that it was only Petunia. He heard that she wasn't too near yet, so he kept pressing on Harry's forehead. He simply had to, because it was leaking so much. He was still listening while Petunia walked
toward to him, and halted. He could only imagining what Petunia was thinking about how their valuable home had become stained with blood, and all of her beautiful shoes were spoiled with it too. She had always been very uptight about things like that. Vernon whispered to Harry:

"I promise to you, I will talk to her for you! I'm sure she'll listen me."

Instantly he heard how Petunia started to run, and he started to get up. Soon he could to see her in running to him with. Petunia was almost hugging him when he saw how Petunia
halted and only looked at him with loathing in her eyes. It was absolutely not a good start. Apparently she was fighting not to care about his bloody appearance, he could
see it when Petunia tried to say something to him. Then she let out of her mouth:

"Are you all right, darling?"

Vernon watched while Petunia was fighting against his bloody clothes, and looked like she tried to do something. He realized Petunia didn't know that anything happened to Harry. His thoughts were rushed back to the Harry again and he turned his head to see how he was now. And he
thought about what he could say about Harry to Petunia, so she could realize that they needed help. Instantly he felt Petunia was rush to him and hug his neck. Apparently she
had won the battle with herself. Then Petunia started sobbing on Vernon's shoulder and tried to say something to Vernon in the middle of her crying. When Vernon was focused better he heard what she was saying.

"I was so worried about you! Did you catch the burglar? Are the police coming now?"

Now he tried to think hastily about what he could say to Petunia, in truth, it wouldn't be so easy. He glanced at her curly hair and stroked it soothingly. He did that for some time till she was started to calm down little. Now he tried to start talking, but instantly when he opened his mouth he couldn't think of anything to say, and closed it again. He thought about how he could get Petunia to understand how serious this situation was, and glanced at Harry again. Now there was a big pool of blood because he couldn't be there stopping it from flowing for such a long time. That got him to rush, so he withdrew from Petunia's embrace and placed his hands on her shoulders. Then he looked into her eyes, took deep breath, and started to talk with hushing tones.

"Darling, it wasn't a burglar!"

He looked at her eyes and waited for her reaction. While she was looking at him, he waited calmly for her answer. He knew better than say anything right away, she wouldn't like it for sure. But perhaps she could understand if he took it slowly and calmly. Harry needed help and quickly, perhaps from his friends even. Vernon was observing Petunia who looked like she was thinking about what to say. Her eyes were unfocused and her forehead was crinkled. After
about a minute Petunia's eyes flew open from shock and her mouth opened in silent scream. Then her eyes narrowed to little too slits, and only one word came out of her mouth.

"Him?"

Then Petunia remained quiet and awaited Vernon's answer, and when she saw how Vernon was hesitant to answer, it told her everything that she wanted to know, and she repeated herself again, only this time it wasn't a question anymore.

"Him! Not again, tell me where the plague is then I'll show him how to mess up our vestibule. I

should have known that earlier. He will clean up our vestibule to very same state than it was

earlier."

Vernon was listened when she was started ranting, and when he realized how badly that had gone, he rubbed his forehead and interrupted her ranting quickly.

"Harry isn't really all right just now, actually he will need the doctor," now he looked at

Petunia beggingly and added "Petunia-dear!"

Petunia listened Vernon's astonished and forgot to look at him for some time. During this Vernon was worried about Harry and he turned back to him. He grabbed Petunia's gloves again from the ground where they were dropped some time earlier. At same time Petunia was only gaping at
him with her mouth open. But Vernon couldn't care about it, he only pressed Harry's forehead now harder than earlier.

Petunia could only look while Vernon was using her expensive gloves for this, and other thing was that anyone could have seen while Harry was bleeding to death in front of their door. When Petunia glanced at neighbors, every window of the houses had a light on. In every house she
could see at least one human looking shadow in front of light, some houses was had more shadows too. The same second that she realized this, she whispered to Vernon
quietly:

"Take the damn boy inside the house instantly, he can bleeding to death inside if he really

wants to. The most important thing is that nobody sees it anymore. Why didn't

you take him in earlier?"

Now Vernon glanced up the street hopefully to see if anyone was coming to help, but nobody was there and he turned at Petunia again. This began to be little too much for Vernon, as he glancing at Petunia being irritating, he clenched his teeth together powerfully, and snapped to her.

"Hell, don't you realize how bad a condition he clearly in. Every time when I don't press his

forehead, he is getting more and more pale. Do you seriously want him to die in front of our

eyes?"

Petunia glared at Vernon angrily this time, and for his own attitude what was really surprising, and spit back to him:

" Don't you see what the damn boy has done to our vestibule and to all of our valuable

possessions, no, of course not. You yourself are using my best gloves, which were bought

from Paris, not less. And why, you are pressing the boy's forehead to stop bleeding. Don't you

know that those gloves were from our wedding-trip? And why the hell are you calling him by

his first-name anyway? What hell is wrong with you now? You are playing some kind of

angel to the devil-boy? He has caused only problems to our house since he was brought to

our front door. Don't you know how much Dudley has suffered because of him? Dudley is

your own dear boy at least! Now get him to house within this second, then let's see what we

should to do with him, at least nobody could see him anymore."

Now Vernon began to think about what Petunia was saying and thought that if they were in the house, Petunia might be a little more willing to get help for Harry. It couldn't keep going on any longer or Harry was going to die. Inside the house they could discuss what they were to do for Harry. So he quickly picked Harry up with his left hand, and kept pressing his forehead right hand. It hadn't been that difficult at all; he was so small and light. And once again guilty thoughts started pressing on his mind when he remembered why Harry was actually so small. Now he was
climbing of ground with Harry in his left are, and he walked inside the house to the couch, to have Petunia halt him by going in front of them.

Petunia was glaring at Vernon while he was picking the boy up like he could have done with Chinese porcelain, and how Vernon couldn't take his hand off of Harry's forehead. Before he stood up with the boy, a couple of minutes had gone pass and even walking in he house didn't go quickly. She could only look with disgust while all of this was happening. She was waiting at the door ready to close it at any second when they came in. It was taking too long for Petunia and she was tapping the doorframe with her fingers while she waited. After a painful amount time, when Vernon was finally inside, she almost slammed the door close, but she hadn't done it. That would have dragged even more attention on them so she only set it close quietly, they should keep up their decorum in front of neighbors. Though it was already lost, thanks to Vernon. After this Petunia saw how Vernon was trying to walk into the living room for some odd reason. Petunia was saw red and dashed in front of Vernon thinking that he was going to see that
don't fail "Evens' honor". Her eyes were flashing while she was looking at Vernon now, and she snapped at Vernon pointing out with every word:

"Take that freak to his old room this instant. Then we're going to sleep if you can get some

blood to your brain tonight. Then tomorrow we'll talk about some things."

One look at Petunia's burning eyes was enough to tell that there was no point in arguing this time. Instantly Vernon glanced at Harry and tried to see what would happen if he would stop pressing on Harry's forehead, but it was still bleeding. Though it had calmed little, but it was not
enough, not nearly enough. So he looked at Petunia begging and in second she looked back at him with her eyes dangerously narrow. He didn't dare to look any longer at her and he instantly dropped his eyes away from her. He turned around and was walked to the medicine cabinet
in the vestibule. He grabbed some tourniquets and kept on walking to Harry's old room.

It was really miserable to walk away and every step was felt heavier. He glanced at Petunia hopefully to see if she was a little softer, but when Petunia saw him looking at her,
Petunia's lips tighten even father. So Vernon turned around again and his chin came down on his chest in disappointment. Desperation was filled him at same time when he saw Harry's cadaverous face again. The last steps were almost impossible to take because his legs felt so
heavy. When he was at the door of cupboard, he glanced at Petunia one more time, but before he even saw her face, he turned around again. It was enough that her arms were crossed on her chest and she was drumming on the floor with one of her feet.

So Vernon looked at door that he was about to open. When he took his hand away from Harry's forehead, he saw how much his hands were trembling. It was really hard to place it to door handle and when he finally got it to the door, it was compressed so much that all the blood appeared to be drained from his hands, and they were as pale Harry's face was at the moment. Slowly he pressed his hand downward and opened the door. He clenched his teeth together and
glanced at Petunia one last time while his lips were trembling and he felt odd burning in the corners of the eyes. He saw how Petunia's fists were tightly pressed together and he reluctantly turned to cupboard again. Vernon took the last steps with his eyes closed as he clambered over to
the bed in the cupboard. He then placed Harry on the bed so Harry's legs were a little twist in front of him. He would simple have to do, because the bed was too short for Harry now, he had grown up so much. With trembling hands, he tried to get a tourniquet around Harry's head and slowly he slipped it into place. As soon as it was done though, he couldn't stand in it anymore but burst into tears. This time it wasn't only a couple of tears, he was crying hard. With a heavy heart, he dropped his head on Harry's chest and just cried. He heard how Harry's heart was pulsing too quickly, and then he stammered:

"I'm so sorry I can't help you! I'm so sorry! I didn't want this to happen!"

And so, he remained lying on Harry's chest listening to Harry's pulse throb too quickly.