Hello, its me Arekkusu, writing this, it felt a tad odd, but needed to be done, i may go over it to fix it, but I hope you enjoy this chapter. and again i do not own KHR or HP, but I will be messing with it to my hearts content~
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The ride over to the Dursley's was tense, Nana gripping a bottle of water until her knuckles where white from the force. She was anxious and worried for the little boy, her mothering instincts humming in alert irritation and bubbling rage. Xanxus was slowly sipping a glass of wine, trying to keep is anger and disgust under control. If those pieces of fucking scummy trash did anything to his new little brother, and his intuition sang at this, Fuck controlling himself, he would murder those pieces of shit. He grumbled under his breath and stuck his empty glass out to his shitty rain. Squalo huffed in slight annoyance but amusement and filled the glass again. Though he also felt tense and irritated, what those pieces of shit did, it made his blood boil.
Lussuria gently pushed up his red rimmed sunglasses up his nose, and continued to read his book on children medical care. He seemed calm on the outside, but to a well-trained eye, you could see the tensed up muscles, and slight set of his jaw. How his brows scrunched together in deep irritation and fury. Lussuria was seething and raging on the inside as he went over the detailed report on the small green eyed boy in his head. Being in his line of work he saw some truly fucked up shit, but his mothering side was in a righteous fury. His doctor side twisted in anguish and barely controlled, undiluted fucking wrath. He took deep calming breaths and he stared blankly at his book. "Fucking Trash." He growled out in a very low whisper.
Now Daniella Vongola, she has lived through many things, seen a lot of fucking shit in her long life. But what she read yesterday, the photos and very detailed reports of the young, young life of her Bambino's grandson. Her…HER blood, her family, being harmed and treated little more than fucking scum rotting at the bottom of the barrel. How these pieces of filth managed to procreate will still be a wonder to her. And from what she read, and the photos she saw of those things child, the kid was a few short grease filled meals from a heart attack. He looked like a little pig with an ugly blonde wig and human cloths on. And his bratty fucking behavior grated on her nerves…Her flames and magic roiled and coursed through her body and blood, deep in her soul. How she wanted to torture those fucking scum that have cause so much harm on her Little Green Doe Eyed Bambino. But, but she would hold back, sweet death, even though it would be oh so slow and agonizing would be too good for them.
Blue Bell, Dahlia and Carnation sighed internally and ever so gently sent soothing and comforting reassurance to their very tense and pissed the fuck off Sky. Those animals in skin clothing will fucking pay, and pay dearly for the damage, harm and trauma they caused their Sky's family. To the last thing her brother left behind.
As they were pulling into the small town of Little Whinging, Surrey. Mother Magic was at work already, twisting and bending the pitiful wards DumbleFuck left behind. Sent DumbleFucks spy, now she had nothing against the old Lady Miss Figg, she did try to help, sent in reports and basically begged for her Childes safty, but was always ignored, it was too much for her old age. She sent the old, caring but very tired old lady off on a trip to Hawaii to a small family reunion. She made sure to modify the wards and monitoring fields as well. It was easy as pie, considering her status and all. Now the blood wards, she spat out angrily in her mind, took longer than expected, but she managed to change them and set in her illusions. What that old goat licker was going to suffer when he died, fucking blood wards with only one magical fueling them…she grumbled out, there was a damn good reason this shit was stopped and lost to the world and banned. She kept grumbling but stopped as her head snapped to the deeply shrouded house in vile and disgusting malice. Her mothering instincts screeching at her, and she followed them, and what she saw, made her blood run cold and face go sickly pale. It seems that her protections was overrun and broken by that Whale of a man's anger.
She watched in object horror as Vernon beat Harry, a mad and deranged gleam in his eye. She was about to step in and stop it her magic crackling fiercely as his back wounds opened again and spilled his precious blood. But she stopped, as loud and sharp knocking got her outta her rage, and Vernon to stop.
Vernon's face purpled dangerously as his stress relief was interrupted. Fucking new guy taking his damn important contract, showing him, the all mighty Vernon Dursley up. Little fucking snot and his uppity bitch, he roughly grabbed the fucking freak of a boy, wretched open the cupboard door and threw him in with force. A satisfied smirk on his face from the sickening wet crack he heard, when the freaks back hit the wall. He quickly closed the door, locking all the bolts and haphazardly cleaned the floor with the mop. He dropped it in the bucket, but what he did not notice, was a very small trail of blood in front of the door when he called for his lovely, normal wife to open the door when he rushed up the stairs to freshen up.
Petunia Dursley watched with a small smile as her darling Vernon showed that little freak his place. She sniffed lightly as she went to get the door, a shrill, "Coming!" escaping her lips. She smoothed her unshapely floral sun dress and fixed her hair. She really had no time for this, she had to get her darling something strong to drink, while she finished his favorite dinner. She was still pissed that, that pretty boy got the contract her sweet heart deserved and then his uppity, clearly worked on wife just rubbed it in everyone's faces. She sniffed again before smoothing her expression into what she thought was a gentle smile. "Who is it? What do you need?" She called out again in her shrill harpy voice as she opened the door, to only stared slacken jawed and eyes wide. Because standing in front of her was one of the most well-dressed looking bunch of foreigners she has ever seen. Though her eyes did narrow ever so slightly at the clearly gay young man behind a sharply dressed in black younger man with eerie wine red eyes, and the older women with the awful flower tattoo on her face. But when her eyes caught glimpse of the Limo, then she looked the group in front of her better, a slight greed and envy swirling in her blueish brown eyes when she looked over the beautiful Asian women standing a little behind the well-dressed but freakish boy with red eyes.
While they were making their way through the god awful, normal looking, cookie cutter neighborhood. Nana, Daniella, Lussuria and Xanxus instincts, intuition and magic flared wildly. A horrid feeling filling the pit of their stomach, the driver sensing the slight killing intent, speed up a bit and stopped in front of Number 4. He quickly got out and opened the door, as everyone got out, ignoring the nosy busy bodies of the neighborhood with ease. They quickly walked up the pristine and normal home. Xanxus quickly and sharply knocking on the door, his hands twitching to reach for his concealed weapons from the horrid and shrill voice that was heard beyond the door. He stepped back when the door opened and a horse like women came into view. Xanxus irritation flaring more as she scrutinized his Nonna and Sun, more so, if the jealous and envious look he was sending Nana. He really wanted to put a bullet through this ugly woman's brows.
Blue Bell, Carnation and Dahlia tensed as the horse women slightly malice towards there Sky, disgust filling them when they saw the Greed and Envy filling them once she looked them over again, especially Nana. Nana merely sent the shrewd woman a tight smile, her body tense but it relaxing a tiny bit when Xanxus stepped closer to her. Daniella huffed in irritation and stepped in front of everyone. She cleared her throat, she held back a snort when horse face eyes focused on her, and the slight disgust in her eyes because of her Tattoo.
"Mrs. Dursley?" her voice was curt and slightly frosty. Petunia's eyes narrowed at the older women, she did not like the tone she spoke to her with. She sniffed lightly and replied in an arrogant and shrill voice. "Yes, what do you want?"
Daniella's eyes narrowed at the horsed faced bitch, she straightened up, her whole demeanor changing. From slightly tense and relaxed to pissed and powerful. Her face smoothed into a blank mask her voice becoming cold. "My name is Daniella Vongola, I am here on business to discuss some matters with your husband Vernon."
Petunia eyes widen and she gulped loudly after a few moments, her mind working into over drive as she recognized the name Vongola. They were rich and powerful, they owned many businesses around the world, all top quality. And they came here personally too talked to her Vernon, she smiled brightly and fussed a bit fixing her dress. "Oh yes, yes excuse my manners, please, please do come in." she opened her door extremely glad she had that freakish boy clean the house proper. Everything was in place and perfect, she simply knew that they must have heard of her darling's good work, and wanted to hire him. Oh she could not wait to brag about this later. A small greedy smile spread on her lips as the last of these powerful people walked into her home. She just knew that there time would come.
Oh, how right and wrong Petunia was.