It wasn't that the idea was ridicules, it more or less fell upon there laps, or more Diablos's lap.
After almost three days of waiting for something to happen, a sign to show that these muggles were truly horrid (not that they didn't know that) truly gastly people to idea fell upon Diablos at midnight during a wet night, as rain beated upon the window pane, Diablos found herself awake nursing her third coffee, staring out at Privat drive over at number 4.
At first she thought it a mere merage, yet as she stared at the closed door sipping the lingering bitter yet sweet taste it became clear she was not seeing things, for there sat upon the door step shivering cold and drenched to the bone in nothing but a ratty t-shirt and over hung equally ratty jeans was Harry Potter,
It was not mistake; the small slim figure was sat hunched into the door in the middle of the night in the pouring rain!
Diablos found herself sighing, though she knew the truth she silently prayed to the gods that his relatives did care! Yet here was proof once again they did not!
Setting down her mug, grabbing her leather jacket from the back seat of the couch she pulled it on before grabbing her keys and walked out into the rain, it was now or never.
The rain drummed down onto the red headed slim figure as she walked out towards number 4, there once again shivered as she approached, crouching down slowly she watched as Harry cringed away slightly from her "Hey, what you doing out here?"
She spoke softly as she crouched huddled in on herself, a shrug was all the response she received though she could see the fear in his eyes, "Hey you can't stay out here you know" She once again tried to reason with the boy, she found her hand creeping out and gently touching the child's shoulder, it was a mistake, for as soon as her hand settled he cringed and then gasped in pain before his eyes rolled back and Diablos found herself catching the little weighted body as he fell towards her,
"Well so much for talking you into it" Diablos muttered as she stood cradling the child to her chest and striding towards the house willing to get out of the rain as quick as possible!
"What happened?" Danta asked as she strode into the house, setting the drenched small body child upon the sofa "got wet" Diablos Deadpanned as she began undressing the child for modesty would have to wait! "I'll get one of my t-shirts and shorts" Danta quickly decided as he dived back up the stairs in hunt for clothing and a towel!
Diablos was shocked yet not shocked at the bruises that littered the young boy's body, she sighed as she silently hunted through her backpack resting where her jacket was, bruising salve and other patents would be needed this night she admitted to herself as she got to work.