Incandescence
Part Four
Everything
Disclaimer: I didn't own Harry Potter in the prequal, so it stands to reason I still lack ownership. Pity, the money I'd make would pay my tuition. sigh
Warnings: Contains SLASH! You have been warned. . . yet again.
Author's Notes: All beta'd now! Please enjoy the corrected version! I love my beta, PrincessXXMoonXX!
Dana: I just thought I'd let you know, there are only three sets of twins. . . and Phy and Cye, but they don't count. With a family that large, it makes sense, and since twins are genetic, you can guess it came from th eLugovalos side! Lol.
Yana5: I don't know all the pairings yet, though this one took even my by surprise. I didn't have it planned, but. . .well, there it is. I know it seems like I'm in a mad scramble to match everyone up, but I'm really not. It just sort of happens. Oops. Don't worry, though. Most of the other characters have their moment to shine and fade back in the woodwork. I am working on some drabbles about the others, though, that I might post, eventually.
To the Anders Lovers: I'm glad you like him. I wasn't prepared for the guy (poor Anders) but he just. . . worked, somehow. I'm glad you all liked him so much! It makes me very happy!
To Everyone: I'm going to remind you, again (though I could probably stop by now) that this story is laden with OC's. I love your comments, and the more reviews this has, the more readers it draws. Constructive critcism is most welcome, I take it all in mind. In fact, someone mentioned something about Pyrotechnics that I'm currently trying to figure out how to revise. So please, review with your criticism. It really helps.
Now, I've rattled long enough. Enjoy part four!
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Anders strolled in after a full day and, fortunately for Percy, a shower, with Phyrrus in tow. Harry immediately ran for his boyfriend, kissing him soundly. Percy looked at Anders uncertainly for a moment, and Anders shifted ever-so-slightly, holding out his arms. It wasn't enough anyone would see, so if Percy didn't want to greet him as Harry did Phyrrus, no one would every be any wiser. Percy smiled, then flung himself at Anders, kissing him soundly. "Hey, lover." Anders' deep voice purred, making the rest of the Weaselys and Hermione gasp.
"Oh come on," Cyrrus, who had followed them in, rolled their eyes. "Like no one saw that coming."
"With Percy?" Ron snorted.
"He's such a prude!" Ginny agreed as the twins looked at their older brother in awe.
"Never thought you'd finally do it, brother!' George crowed.
"Yeah. George, you owe me ten knuts!" Fred waved. "I told you he'd find someone."
"You took bets?" Percy's face went white, and Fred rolled his eyes.
"George was insistent that you would never greet anyone like that in public. I just had to take it." Fred grinned. "And you won me ten knuts. Thanks, bro."
Percy groaned and buried his face in his hands. "Chin up," Anders whispered. "They're always like this, right? You should feel good you showed one of them up for their stupid misconceptions."
"Thanks, Anders." Percy nodded, tucking himself into Anders' side and smiling up at the taller man. Anders grinned in reply and dropped a kiss on Percy's hair.
"You weren't kidding when you called him lover, where you." Ginny croaked.
Anders gave her a strange look. "It's not a word to throw around." He admitted, quietly. "Is that an issue?"
"No, but he's known you four days! Four!" Ginny shouted.
Percy's eyes narrowed, but it was Grandma Lugovalos who broke in. "Percy is a grown man," She told them, raising an eyebrow. "He can take care of himself. What he chooses to do with his love life is not your concern. Now, none of you will tell Molly until Percy has a chance. Until he misses his chance, it is not fair game. And if you disobey me, I can assure you that you will wish you had never been born. Am I understood?" Grandma Lugovalos smiled sweetly.
Everyone nodded, shivering, excluding the Lugovalos. "She's creepy," Hermione muttered to Ron and Harry, who laughed and nodded in agreement. Percy moved closer to Anders and Anders smiled.
"She's a hellcat," He agreed. "Grandma, if you're done threatening them? I'm really hungry."
"Yeah, Grandma," Phyrrus and Cyrrus both nodded.
"All right, spoil my fun," Grandma Lugovalos laughed, then tense atmosphere disappearing readily as Leon called them to the table. Dishes clinked and chatter abounded as they talked of lighter things, occasionally questioning Percy and Anders about their relationship, but the Lugovaloses treated it the same way they treated Leon and Severus–nosy, but knowing better than to be overly so--and left it at that.
When it was time for Mr. and Mrs. Weasely to finally call, they shoved Percy to the head of the line. "You're oldest," George explained. Percy grumbled, but moved to the fireplace. Anders gripped his hands, and the twins easily saw how nervous Percy was.
"If you don't want to start, you don't have too," Fred offered, and Ron stared, gaping.
"But he has to go first!"
"He does not have to," George broke in. "He's your brother, Ron! You should be a little more concerned about his feelings!"
Everyone stared at the twins. That was the most mature thing anyone had ever heard them say. Fred crossed his arms, and Grandma Lugovalos hid a smile. The twins, it seemed, were growing up. Grandma Lugovalos was proud of them. There was nothing wrong with mischief making, as long as they knew when to draw the line. And the twins, it seemed, understood the line. At least, they did now.
The fire began to glow green, and Molly Weasely's face soon appeared. Percy waved sickly, and Anders gave his hand a squeeze. "Percy, who is that?" Molly screeched. Arthur, who had managed to squeeze in, patted his wife's shoulder.
Percy took a deep breath. "This is Anders Lugovalos. My lover."
The room was silent enough to hear a pin drop. "Excuse me?" Molly's voice was frigid.
"I told you." Percy answered, gaining confidence. "This is Anders Lugovalos. My lover."
"You're too young to have a lover, Percy," Molly admonished. "You're only eighteen. And you've only known him four days."
"I'm an adult, Mother. I made the decision of my own free will. And I know I've only known him four days. But we're both willing to work this out. We went over that before anything ever happened. He loves me." Percy chewed his lip as Molly began to stew. They all knew it, could see how red her face was getting, and Anders wrapped an arm about Percy for support.
"You!" Molly shouted at Anders, who stood there stolidly and took the brunt of the woman's anger without flinching. "You turned him into some kind of whore! Oh my poor, poor boy! I bet you messed with his head! Raped him even!"
At the last accusation, Anders set his jaw. "I would never," He growled, stepping protectively in front of Percy, "rape anyone, never mind my lover. Do not accuse me of such a heinous act ever again."
"Did he pay you?" Molly demanded of Percy. "Where did I go wrong?"
"Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Everyone turned to see Ron standing in front of his elder brother, arms crossed. "Don't you dare say that about Percy! He would never do something like that for money and you know it! Just because you're upset doesn't mean you can make him cry!"
Their focus turned to Percy, who was silently sobbing into Anders' chest. Anders left his arms wrapped around Percy, glaring at Mrs. Weasely, as her son's shoulders shook with silent sobs. "I love your son, Molly Weasely," Anders voice was sharp and cold. "No matter what you may think."
"What do you know of love?" Molly demanded. "You're what, eighteen? Nineteen? You don't know anything about love!" Anders held Percy closer as Molly continued. "Percy, you stay away from him, do you hear me? He's messing with you! He doesn't love you. Come home, Percy, and we'll get this all fixed. You know it's true. He doesn't love you, he can't. He's too young to understand love. You're both too young to understand love."
Grandma Lugovalos stormed in when Molly was done, her blue eyes blazing with anger. "How dare you?" Grandma Lugovalos thundered, making Molly cringe. "How dare you accuse my grandson of rape and how dare you belittle their feelings for one another! You are a grown woman and you must recognize that your son is a grown man, able to make his own decisions!"
"What would you do?" Molly demanded. "Four days is not long enough to find love!"
"Perhaps not in your mind," Grandma Lugovalos agreed. "But that means nothing to them." Her voice was cold and Percy clung more tightly to Anders, wondering why Grandma Lugovalos was defending him. He wasn't part of their family, he was nothing to her.
"And you would be all right if one of your children did the same?"
"What do you think Leon did?" Grandma Lugovalos asked. "And not just Leon, but also my son, Varius, and my daughter, Maia, did? And I accepted that. Because they are adults and able to make their own decisions. Now, Molly, is this worth losing your son over?"
"Losing him?" Molly demanded. "He would come home--"
"Don't make him choose, Molly." Grandma Lugovalos sounded so weary. "You will not like the outcome, no matter his choice. I tried, once, to make Varius choose. He didn't want to. In the end, I couldn't make him. Do you love Percy enough not to make him choose, Molly?"
The woman sat there, staring at Grandma Lugovalos, then looked at Percy, who was staring at her with tear-stained eyes and wet cheeks. Anders was holding him, soothing him, and wiping away the tears that escaped every now and then. All her other children were staring too. Fred and Geroge each gripped a shoulder, Ron had a hand at Percy's waist, and Ginny was rubbing his back gently. They had never banded together for Percy before, partly because Percy had always run to her. But Molly knew she'd be in for a fight if she made Percy miserable, and if she lost Percy, she likely lost the rest of her children too.
"I--" Molly began, but Grandma Lugovalos held up a hand, cutting her off.
"I am not the one to tell." Grandma Lugovalos told her, her voice sharp as steel. "And if you ever accuse one of my grandbabies of rape or mind games again, you will regret it." And then the old woman was gone from the room, the air crackling with her passage. Percy leaned into Anders, staring at his mother, trepidation in his eyes.
"M-mum?" Percy asked, and Molly stared. For the first time in her memory, Percy was terrified of her. Terrified of what she would tell him. She nearly sneered at him, for doing such a thing to her, but Grandma Lugovalos' words rang in her head. Do you love Percy enough not to make him choose, Molly? She shook her head and backed away from the fire, letting Arthur take over. Percy buried his head in Anders' chest, and Arthur sighed.
"Percy, come here," Arthur's voice was firm but gentle. The voice he used to command his children. Blindly, as he had as a child, Percy obeyed.
"No matter what, I accept you." Arthur told him gently. "I'll talk to your mother, I think she's just in shock, but that's no excuse for what she said. Anders, you hurt my boy, and I'll castrate you so you can't hurt anyone else, understand?"
"Sir." Anders nodded, still holding Percy. Percy offered his father a watery smile and Arthur blew him a kiss.
"I love you, Percy. Now, let me have a chat with the others, all right?" Arthur smiled. "I promise I'll talk to your mother. And Anders, you will visit as soon as you can. I want to meet the man that stole Percy's heart."
"Not the only thing he stole," Fred muttered, and Percy managed to laugh with everyone else. The mood considerably lightened, Arthur sat down to listen to their days.
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Molly refused to speak to Percy for the rest of the time they were at the farm. Percy refused to stay away from Anders, with encouragement from all his siblings. Even Charlie and Bill, who called after hearing everything from their mother, encouraged him to stick with Anders. The Lugovaloses were wonderful, and everyone had a great time.
Over the course of the next couple of weeks, the visitors learned to drive four-wheelers, trucks, tractors, and various other farm equipment. Cyrrus and Phyrrus taught them how to milk the cows, and various other members of the family took them around both the farm and the continent, showing off America. Rosella Gaston, one of the sisters, took Hermione and Ginny to New York and Chicago for shopping. Several of the Uncles took the boys to car and gun shows (or any other show that involved fast vehicles and dangerous objects) around the country.
"America is amazing," Fred shouted, throwing up his arms when they went to a concert. The band was good, but the fireworks afterwards were amazing.
The last night on the farm found everyone up late, playing with sparklers and making home-made ice cream, which was, of course, the best kind. Someone brought out a stereo, and soon their late night turned into a party, complete with dancing. Sirius and Remus finally faced off against Leon and Severus in their impromptu contest, which surprised everyone. Severus didn't seem like the type to know how to dance, and everyone had been convinced Leon would have two left feet.
In the end it was declared a tie and the winners all got to launch the last four bottle rockets, to Sirius' delight. Remus only rolled his eyes, but launched his soon after, grinning at Sirius' childish antics. Anders smiled at Percy, kissing him softly. "I don't want to say good-bye," Percy admitted, hiding his face in Anders' shoulder.
"Then I guess I have good news," Anders grinned. "River and Rayne don't want to go back yet. They'd rather stay here longer. Aunt Chara offered me their place on the port-key. Leon will bring them back later. And we can all go to the quidditch world cup together."
Percy grinned. His secret weakness was quidditch. "Really?"
"Yup." Anders waggled his eyebrows. "There's something else, too." He chewed his lip nervously.
"What?" Percy wrung his hands, sure it was going to be Anders telling him he was worthless and not worth going out with.
"My university has a program with one of the English universities," Anders explained. "The major I want, it's better to get into the university in London. I applied over the spring, before I even met you, but I got my paperwork today. I'll be in London next year for school."
Percy mouthed wordlessly, finally managing to squeak out, "What?"
"Part of the reason I'm going," Anders admitted. "I need to find a flat. I was thinking we could rent it. I know you work in London, at the ministry, and with me going to school there. . . it would be convenient, and having someone to help pay rent never goes amiss."
Percy kissed Anders soundly, grinning all the while. Anders grinned in reply. "I knew you'd be happy."
"I love you so much," Percy admitted, and Anders smiled.
"Hopefully as much as I love you," the other agreed, and Percy smiled, kissing him again. How much happier could he be?
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"Home sweet home!" Sirius announced as the threw down his bags. Remus sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Sirius. We were gone for three weeks. Honestly."
Harry chuckled. "You sounded like Hermione when you said that."
Remus raised an eyebrow. "I hope not. That would be strange."
"I know." Harry shrugged. "Are you really that glad to be away from the farm?"
"Transforming there was nice," Remus admitted. They had let him into one of the empty pastures, given him wolfsbane, sent in Sirius, and let them enjoy themselves. The pasture was big enough to run in, but small enough to keep them both out of trouble. Harry could hardly blame him for enjoying himself. And Remus and Sirius had absolutely thrived around the Lugovalos family. Then again, so did Harry.
Now they were home for awhile, and then it was off to the world cup, and then to school. "I think this has been my favorite summer," Harry admitted, dragging his things upstairs. "No irritating family, vacation after vacation, life is pretty great."
"You forgot the boyfriend," Sirius called.
"No I didn't," Harry called back. "He's just around for more than the summer."
Remus and Sirius traded looks and rolled their eyes. That was not the point. Of course, now Cyrrus had moved in with Chara and her family, taking up the final room in the house, and Anders had come back with them. Sirius offered to let him stay with them, but Anders had declined. He was headed to London for a few days with Percy to find a flat, and then it wouldn't matter. He'd have a place to sleep. Fortunately he had enough for a down payment, saving his money at his job through the school year, and was going job hunting after the world cup.
Harry slid down the rail and looked from Sirius, to Remus, and then to their luggage before dragging that up the stairs as well and sliding down a second time. "I'm hungry."
"We're going out tonight." Remus informed, not allowing argument. "There is no food here."
"We should call Chara, then. Our treat," Sirius turned to the telephone Harry and Chara had taught him and Remus to use. Much more convenient than sticking one's head in the fireplace. At least, Sirius and Remus both thought so.
"What?" Chara's voice sounded oddly tinny though the receiver, and Sirius felt his eyebrows raise.
"Hello, Chara. Is everything all right?"
"When isn't it?" Chara grumbled, rolling her eyes. "I'm fine. Cyrrus and Phyrrus were just being stupid. What do you need, Sirius?"
"Well, we have no edible food here. You want to go out with us to find something to eat?"
"That sounds lovely," He could practically hear Chara's nod. "We'll be over in ten, that good?"
"Fine, fine. See you then."
"Right. Bye."
"Bye." Sirius hung up the phone, glancing at Remus. "Ten minutes."
"Good." Remus yawned and made his way upstairs, changing into black trousers and a green polo shirt. "I was tired of smelling like cow," Remus muttered as Harry laughed. No one had any doubt that Phyrrus and Cyrrus would smell of farm for quite some time, not that Harry minded. He had grown to like the smell.
When the Lugovaloses showed up, Chara had Phyrrus and Cyrrus by the ears. "Here." She passed Phyrrus off to Harry, who blinked in confusion. "Just don't let go." She told him, shaking Phyrrus' ear firmly. The boy grunted.
"What did he do?" Remus raised an eyebrow. "We haven't been home that long."
Chara offered him a Look. "Do. Not. Ask." She commanded, growling, and marched out the door.
Remus raised his hands in surrender. "Was it something I said?"
Phyrrus shook his head as best he was able and followed Harry, who was dragging him along as Chara had ordered. Remus and Sirius followed behind, eyebrows raised, but guessing it didn't matter. They would find out. Someday. And if they didn't, they probably really didn't want to know.
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Sirius yawned and snuggled into Remus, his eyes half closed as he drank in the sight of his mate. "That was an interesting trip," Sirius admitted, glad he had the chance to get to know some of the strange Lugovalos family. And learn that inanity was a family trait, not an odd habit Chara and her brood had picked up.
"They're strange," Remus agreed aloud with Sirius' inner musings, and Sirius rolled his eyes. Pressing a kiss to his mate's lips, he nodded in agreement.
"But no stranger than us."
"Just different," Remus agreed, allowing Sirius to bear him backwards onto the bed, settling his weight on Remus' body and kissing and licking his way up his mate's neck. "And what did you think of Percy and Anders?"
"That was weird. Percy's such a prude." Remus gasped and arched as Sirius found a sensitive spot. Growling, Remus flipped them.
"I'm attempting to talk to you!" Remus growled, and Sirius sighed, not bothering to fight his mate.
"Okay, I'm sorry. I was just more interested in you."
Remus offered Sirius a Look, and Sirius fell limp, letting Remus cuddle up to him and sigh softly. "I was just so surprised that Percy gave himself to an almost stranger."
"They did spend a lot of time together. And he is a grown man."
"True. Do you think Harry and Phyrrus did anything?"
"Nothing past making out, I bet. They're pretty well raised, Chara's kids, and really honorable. I wouldn't worry about Harry jumping over his head," Sirius shrugged.
"You sound like you've thought through this."
"I had to. Having them alone and together worried me. But Grandma and I talked it over." Sirius shrugged. "She's a good person to talk to. And spirited."
"Sure. Think about what she had to deal with." Remus laughed, and Sirius snorted, flipping them back. This time Remus didn't protest and Sirius' hands pinned him to the bed and he started to kiss and nip and the pale skin of Remus' throat. The werewolf moaned and allowed Sirius to have his way, drawing him up for a deep kiss and gasping when Sirius slid a leg between his own.
Sirius waggled his eyebrows. "We're still on vacation for three more days," Sirius murmured.
Remus arched against him. "Let's use it wisely." He breathed, and Sirius proceeded to do just that.
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Harry yawned when he woke and turned in time to see Sirius headed into his room. "Time to get up!" Sirius sing-songed, pulling the covers from Harry. "It's your birthday!"
"What the hell?" Harry muttered, considering what Sirius just said. Green eyes shot open as he grabbed the calender. "It is my birthday!"
He had lost track of the dates when crossing the Atlantic, and spending time on the easy going farm didn't help his sense of time. They had arrived home two days ago, and it never even occurred to Harry that his fourteenth birthday was so close. Both were interrupted by an owl pecking at his window, and Harry offered it a sigh and took the Hogwarts letter in it's beak. Prying the seal open he glanced over what he'd need for the next school year and frowned.
"Dress robes?"
"Oh, yeah." Sirius nodded importantly. "There's a huge to do at Hogwarts this year. You'll probably want to stay for Christmas."
"I'm coming home for Christmas." Harry frowned.
"No, we'll be there." Sirius grinned. "Severus invited us all to stay in the castle. Christmas will be great fun."
"Um. . . okay," Harry frowned and handed the letter to his Godfather. "When are we getting my school stuff?"
"Hm. . . good question. We have the world cup next week, so I guess we're going tomorrow." Sirius nodded to himself. "Did you get a hold of Ron?"
"Yeah, his dad and Draco's dad got us all seats in the top box. He said throwing your name around didn't hurt either. And Chara's. Because the Minister is still scared shitless about the Lugovaloses."
"Just goes to show that anything can be overpowered with sheer numbers. Even Fudge's immense ego." Sirius grinned and Harry nodded. "I was going to offer to take Cyrrus and Phyrrus with us to Diagon Alley. River and Rayne will need stuff, but Chara said Anders and Percy were going to take them tomorrow. Then we'll all head straight to the world cup--well, the twins'll go back to the farm, but we'll head straight to the world cup. How's that sound?"
"Beyond exciting." Harry clapped and Sirius drug him out of bed.
"Let's get breakfast." Sirius rubbed his hands together and Harry could almost see him drooling.
"Let me dress." Harry shoved his Godfather from the room, dressing hurriedly in shorts, a tee shirt, and sandles, and found Sirius pacing the hall, waiting for him. Sirius drug his godson down the stairs and into the back garden where everyone--and Harry did mean everyone--was waiting.
"SURPRISE!" They yelled, handing him presents and hugs and, occasionally, kisses.
"I owe you birthday kisses later," Phyrrus whispered huskily in his ear. Harry nodded and pressed a quick kiss to his boyfriend's lips as Molly rushed forward. Percy and Anders were there, but Molly was staying well away from them, though the rest of the Weasely family didn't seem to have a problem with Percy. Bill and Charlie were there too, congratulating Harry on surviving another year and grinning. They had come home for the world cup and were quite excited for it.
"Too bad England's out, though," Charlie moaned.
"But Ireland and Bulgaria are good teams. I like Ireland myself," Phyrrus admitted.
"You're an American nutcase with no pride in their quidditch team." Percy waved a hand as the Lugovaloses all laughed.
"Well, yeah, but Quid is the sport there. We follow the Ireland Quidditch team, my family," Phyrrus pointed out. "Ireland for pro quidditch and Illinois State University for college Quid. Our two teams."
"I still the think Chudley Cannons are the best." Ron grumbled.
"Oh please, Ron, they haven't won a game in ages," Hermione muttered, making the boys stare.
"When did you start following Quidditch?" Ron blinked.
"It's Flame's fault," Hermione grumbled. "He started stealing the sports sections of my paper, they run the American stats in it, and then he'd rattle them off to me. I can't help remembering. That doesn't mean I'm interested." She hurried to add, glaring at all the boys. Ginny laughed and shook her head.
"This has to be the strangest conversation ever," Ginny admitted. "Hermione and Quidditch."
"No stranger than Flame and his Quid." Ron muttered.
"You liked that when we played it at the Farm," Phyrrus reminded him smugly. "Full contact, what could be better? That and since there's not really anyone around for miles we don't have to worry about flying to high."
"Seriously?"
"The only people for miles that fly are my uncles because they do crop dusting." Phyrrus shrugged. "So no, there's really no concern there. We're in the middle of the county, for crying out loud."
"He's got a point." Chara agreed. "Middle of nowhere."
"Middle of middle of nowhere," Rayne agreed and River nodded.
"Whatever. Point is, no one's around." Phyrrus agreed, and Harry laughed.
"Didn't see you complaining." Harry pointed out.
Phyrrus tackled him, kissing his face all over. "Of course not. You were there."
Harry shoved Phyrrus off him and laughed, running across the yard as Phyrrus followed. The rest of the group watched them race down the street and Sirius rolled his eyes. "So much for my hope they'd grow up."
"He gets it from James." Remus agreed, nodding.
"It could be Lily's," Sirius retorted.
"No." Remus rebuffed flatly.
Sirius spent the next several minutes pouting.
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Phyrrus caught Harry at the end of the street, sweeping Harry into his arms and giving him a long, leisurely kiss. Harry melted into it, kissing back eagerly, and the two stood there, at the street corner, content to hold each other and kiss each other for several long moments.
It was, unfortunately, Dudley that interrupted them.
"Ugh, fags," Dudley sneered, and Phyrrus raised an eyebrow.
"I heard oinking," Phyrrus grumbled and Harry grinned.
"Arudo, the farm is on the other side of the Atlantic," Harry scolded, eyes glittering.
"Yeah, but I swear I heard oinking." Phyrrus frowned as Dudley stared in annoyance. Phyrrus turned to face him. "Oh, that was you. Sorry, I thought it was a pig."
"But Arudo," Harry whined playfully. "He's too fat to be a pig."
"That's true," Phyrrus agreed, glancing Dudley over. "Oh well. We've got a party to get too. Ready for some cake?"
"It's ten in the morning!"
"Sure! Ready for some cake?"
"Hell yeah!" Harry grabbed Phyrrus' hand and drug him back towards the Lugovalos residence as Dudley glared at him.
"You better watch your back, Potter!" Dudley screamed. Harry turned and stuck out his tongue.
"That's what Phyrrus is for!"
"And I assure you, Dursley, it's a pretty one!" Phyrrus called as they turned into the garden, then collapsed with laughter.
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