AN/I'm not sure how close to canon I am and so things do get choppy-skippy but yeah.
Chapter two
Like steam without heat white rose and set from the glowing beast, the stag rearing its head, luminescent hooves soundlessly pawing the cobble. The rags of vacuum-like emptiness were wary, recognizing the boy with the scar as a more credible threat than initially thought. If they even thought that is. Or was it more like hunger-driven instinct?
Warmth washed over the two boys, and Harry could actually stand again. Dudley...not so much. His shirt was covered in vomit, chunky green and horrible yellow what was he eating anyway?
Having already tangoed with the glowing beast once, they were not keen on having another go. But the prospect of abandoning a meal was also not very appealing. What to do, what to do...The stag didn't wait for them to make a choice, and galloped full tilt on thin air, forcing the ragged tormentors to cut their losses and spiral screeching into the sky and out of sight.
'They're gone now, Harry, gone, gone, they're gone...' Harry heaved to himself, just now realizing how much magic the stag had taken from him. And was still taking actually. Prongs, unbidden, fizzled out of existence, its work done.
"Don't put your wand away boy! What if they come back?!" Arabella was flustered and angry. Damn that Mundungus Fletcher to hell! Her hands were shaking, she felt the emptiness all the way from her cat-infested house, and worse, unlike Harry, she couldn't do shit about it. Not even if she wanted to. Which is why the one who COULD have done something was going to get an earful, and more if she could manage.
Quickly directing the shaken and now confused boy to drag his large friend, Dudley, was it? , back to Privet drive, she couldn't help but wonder how exactly DEMENTORS OF ALL THE CREATURES appeared on here of all places.
Ah well, eventually it would be none of her business. She was just a squib after all, no one told her anything of consequence.
They took in Dudley's week shaking form with gaping maws and disbelief quickly morphing into a sort of knowing hatred because the FREAK IS THE ONLY logical REASON WHY THIS WOULD HAPPEN TO THEIR PRECIOUS-so precious, innocent-DUDDERS.
"You're one of them aren't you!" Petunia screeched, her hands gripping on Dudley as if he would evaporate otherwise. His face didn't show enjoyment, but his mouth was stuffed with chocolate and he felt so warm now. Arabella turned her nose up disdainfully and promptly left the house and the Dursley's to their devices. Harry's wand was still out and about it, but he wasn't so confident with fat-man looming aboving like a murderous thundercloud about to do some damage.