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The next day, as I went to the door to get the post, I saw a pair of glowing cat eyes through the mail slot. I was so startled, I jumped, then I realized it was a cat. With unusual markings around its eyes kind of like glasses…
I realized who it was, then opened the door and crouched down in front of the cat.
"Professor?" I said quietly so that the Dursley's couldn't hear.
The cat nodded and went towards the road and looked back, as if motioning me to follow. I put down the letters on the porch and closed the door quietly behind me. The cat ran towards the street and I followed. We went around the corner into an alley. Then the cat transformed into a woman with a stern face and an authoritative vibe. She was wearing green robes and her hair was tied up in a tight bun which was concealed under a pointed hat.
"Professor McGonagall!" I said in relief.
"Yes, Ms. Custos. I am here to inform you that I will be giving you weekly updates from the Wizarding World. If you see me outside then you should know to come out immediately." she said.
"Yes, Professor." I said, taking in every word. McGonagall nodded and handed me a newspaper before turning back into a cat. She then leapt onto a trashcan and onto the window sill and then on top of a building and ran out of sight.
I ran back to the Dursley's house and quietly came in, picking up all the letters when Mr. Dursley's putrid voice rang through the hall, "ANGEL! WHAT THE DEVIL ARE YOU DOING! I ASKED YOU TO GET THE POST, NOT START A BUSINESS!"
I almost forgot about the Dursley's and rushed in with the letters in my hands and handed them to Mr. Dursley.
"Sorry, Mr. Dursley, a cat was ruining Mrs. Dursley's flowers, I was shooing it away." I said. Mr. Dursley glared at me and grunted in approval.
I ran upstairs quickly to put the paper away. I would read it later. I ran back down stairs and was instructed to make breakfast. I fried bacon and cooked up some eggs. Dudley scarfed his large portion down quickly, while Harry barely got anything. I didn't get a very large portion myself.
I went back upstairs while Mr. Dursley set of to work, and sat on the small bed that was mine. I pulled out the newspaper and looked at the news.
There was nothing interesting. Regular Ministry elections (A new man named Fudge), a man named Gilderoy Lockhart was publishing books on the adventures he had killing magical beast, Rita Skeeter had written another article about the prosecution of Death Eaters, not very interesting. I put the paper in the box with Harry's initials on it and went down stairs to see what needed to be done, where Mrs. Dursley was standing there and looking at a list of chores.
"Now Angel. I'm going to see a friend today. The house needs to be cleaned by the time I get home. Harry can do it, he knows the deal." She shoved the cleaning supplies into Harry's hands and he went upstairs to clean the bathrooms. "Same food portions as yesterday, and don't feed that boy any more than I said. I will be back around four. Have tea ready." He pecked Dudley on the cheek and closed the door behind her with a jerk.
"Harry!" I called up stairs. "You can come down!" Dudley was the first one to say something.
"But Angel, Mummy said-"
"I am not Mummy." I turned back to Harry who had poked his head out the door. "I will clean, Harry. You can come down here and watch telly with Dudley. I have the perfect show."
"BUT-" Yelled Dudley.
"Shush! Harry, tell me if he doesn't share. And you can sit on the couch if you want." I went to the kitchen and slid in a DVD of a show I had watched in the orphanage that I had been sent to eight years ago after my adoptive father was sent to Azkaban. I shuddered at the thought of him. It was such a terrible idea that a man would betray his best friends. The show was Doctor Who, something that we had watched almost every week. I put in the very first episode, The Unearthly Child, and Harry was immediately absorbed into the wacky old time traveler and his granddaughter. Dudley on the other hand, was whining about how unfair this was, and how boring. But five minutes in, he wasn't complain any more.
I went up to my room and pulled out a long, thin, locked box. I pulled out a chain on my neck. At the end there was a spade like key. I put it in the hole and the lid popped up. Inside, nestled in velvet, was my wand. I loved my wand. In curly letters it said Twenty-five And Four Tenths, Acacia, Dragon Heart String and the inside of the top lid. I pulled it out and tucked it up my sleeve, and went to the bathroom.
The bathroom was amazingly clean. It was shinny white, and almost painful to look at. I pulled out my wand and waved it around. Immediately, the mirror was wiped of, the counter was swiped, and the toilet was scrubbed.
It was all so clean already, it didn't take long to clean everything up. I went to the next room, the master bedroom. Again the room was immaculate. The bed had been made and there wasn't a speck of dust anywhere. I wasn't going to snoop around my employer's bedroom, so I moved on.
Dudley's room was an absolute mess. Food was everywhere, dirty clothes scattered the floor, and a television stood on a dusty dresser covered with dust. The bed was unmade, it was smelly, and you could barely see the floor so many toys were everywhere. It might take hours to clean without magic. I went, put my wand back in my room, and went down stairs.
"Dudley, do you ever clean your room?" He didn't even look up at me. He shook his head and said in a monotone, "Nobody ever goes in there but me. It doesn't need to be clean."
"And what would you do if I cleaned it?"
"Probably punch you in the face like I do with Harry." This was absolutely too much for me to take. I pulled on Dudley's collar and pulled him up so he was facing me.
"Oi! I'm watching the telly!"
"What did you say?" I growled, not letting go.
"I said I would punch you in the face like I did with Harry." He said indifferently.
"Your parents may turn a blind eye to you, but not under my watch. If you EVER hurt Harry, ever even TOUCH him I will turn you into a pig or so help me Merlin put you through pain you count even fathom!" I yelled at him. I then turned to Harry, who was looking at me a little frightened. "Now you tell me if this great lump ever hurts you" I let go of his collar violently, giving him a small push back onto the couch, and he looked at me with an expression on his face that was a mixture of fear and hate and disbelief.
He scrunched his fat face up and made a the most disgusting sound I have ever had the misfortune of hearing. He wasn't actually crying, I knew that, but I still had to do something about it. This fat, spoiled, pink blob had to be stopped. I ran upstairs and grabbed my wand of my bed, ran back down the stairs, pointed it at Dudley and in my head said Silencio. I was very good at silent spells, if I say so myself. Harry looked at me in the most bewildered way, and Dudley found that he no longer could make noise.
It was hilarious to watch, it seemed as if he had gone mad, he was running around the house, but no matter how hard he tried, no noise came out. I felt a small tugging at my sleeve, and I looked down at Harry.
"You should probably stop." he said, to my amazement. This kid who had been bullied his whole life, defending his attacker..
"Stop? Harry, he tortures you, he deserves this! He's lucky I didn't do the Bat-Bogey Hex on him!"
"What's a Bat-Bogey Hex?"
I suddenly realized what I'd done. I had performed magic. In front of a Muggle! I panicked and thought what to do and a solution immediately came into my mind. But it was tricky, and I'd never practiced it.
I gathered my concentration, pointed my wand at Dudley and muttered "Obliviate".
A small beam of light hit Dudley and suddenly he was standing still. I quickly slid my wand up into my sleeve and asked him "Dudley, are you okay?"
Dudley stared at me and grunted, saying, "Get me some cake." I pointed the tip of my wand out from under my sleeve and obliviated Harry was well. He blinked sat back down, looking at the telly like nothing had happened at all.
"I'll go get that cake." I said and went into the kitchen. That was a close call. I decided if anything like that ever happened again, I would just obliviate them. I opened the fridge and looked pulled out the cake that Dudley had wanted. After putting a slice on a plate, I went back to the living room too give the cake too Dudley. I ate quickly, even licking the plate. I was discussed.
The rest of the day was fairly normal. I cleaned the rest of the house and prepared tea for Mrs. Dursley, I cooked dinner, I did the dishes. I made a sandwich and visited Harry in the middle of the night again.
"Angel, something happened today." He told me, after finishing his sandwich. "Something important. But I can't remember what it was. You yelled at Dudley, but I can't remember what you said exactly. Then you went up stairs, and I don't remember anything after that. Next thing I know, Dudley is eating cake and I'm watching telly." I fidgeted uncomfortably. I didn't know how to explain what had happened.
"Maybe you just had a memory lapse. Happens too me all the time. Don't worry about it." He could tell something was up, clever boy. "I should go." I hastily picked up the plate and opened the door.
"Angel." He said, I turned around. "Why aren't you telling me what happened?" I didn't want to lie, but I couldn't tell the truth either.
"Everyone hides something. You just have to figure out what it is." He looked at me, confusion written all over his face. I slipped out the door without another word and went back to my room, where a night of troubled sleep met me.
School started back up! I'm having a good time, and I hope you are to. Please comment, ohmytimeturner, the co-author of this story, really enjoy reading them. Thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed!