Mrs. Fight helped us bring Dudley home, muttering all the way about how she was going to kill Mundungus Fletcher.
"Er, Mrs. Figg," Harry said "Is there someone watching us at all times?"
"What? Oh, yes. Dumbledore has an around the clock watch on you two. Except for when you're changing if course. Ah! We're here! I'll be leaving you now."
"Wait! Mrs. Figg, how did we never know that there was another wizard here?"
"Well dear, I'm a Squib so I cannot do magic." She said quietly
"Oh. Er, sorry I asked." I said awkwardly but she was already halfway down the street.
We opened the door and hauled Dudley in, putting him on the sofa by Aunt Petunia who went into hysterics.
"WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM!" Uncle Vernon shouted at us
"Oh my Dudders." Aunt Petunia sobbed
"Who did this to you son? I'll sue them. I'll have them arrested!"
"Diddy, Diddy, who did this?"
"Them." Dudley pointed towards Harry and I as we slowly crept up the stairs.
"GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!" uncle Vernon screamed, face purple and spittle flying everywhere. Harry and I slowly retreated down the stairs.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY SON!"
"Nothing, we didn't do anythin-" Harry stopped as an owl came flying through the window and hit him on the head, the letter flying right by me. I reached out, grabbed it and looked at it
To Mr. Harry James Potter and Ms. Sephira Lily Potter of number four Privet Drive.
I turned and gulped.
"Harry, it's from the Ministry." I said in a shaky voice.
"Oh dear," he said, standing up and straightening his glasses "What does it say."
"Lets see." I tore open the letter and read aloud,
Dear Mr and Ms Potter
We have received intelligence that you both performed the Patronous Charm at twenty-three minuets past nine this evening in a Muggle-inhabited area in the presence of a Muggle. The severity of this breach of the Decree of the Reasonable Restrictions of Underage Sorcery has resulted in the both of you being expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ministry representatives will be calling at your place of residence shortly to destroy your wand. As you both have already revived an official warning for a previous offense under section 13 of the International Confederation of Wizards' Status of Secrecy, we regret to inform you that your presence is required at a disciplinary hearing at the Ministry of Magic at 9 A.M. on August 12
Hope you are well, yours sincerly
Improper use of magic office, Ministry of Magic
Me and Harry exchanged horrified glances.
"Ex-expelled?" I croaked
"You've been kicked out of the mad house?! Not even they want you any more!" uncle Vernon said gleefully "an now you've got no where to go!"
"SHUT UP" Harry roared, pointing his wand at Uncle Vernon who was now pale.
"You-you can't do anything to me." he stammered
"Well the madhouse has thrown me out, u said it yourself! What have I got to lose?!" Said Harry. "You've got three seconds. One- two-"
CRACK another owl flew in and hit Harry in the face. I hurried over and took off the scrap of parchment attached to its leg
Do not leave the house and DO NOT USE MAGIC. Dumbledore is at the Ministry sorting it out.
"It's from Mr. Weasley. He said not to use magic and not to leave the house. Dumbledore is at the ministry." I said looking over at Harry who was just getting up.
"Ministry?" Uncle Vernon laughed "People like you have a ministry?! This world has gone mad! What did you two get expelled for anyways?"
"For underage magic."
"Aha! So you did do something to Dudley."
"They did." Dudley spoke from the chair that he was sitting in while Aunt Petunia stroked his forehead.
"What happened Diddy darling? What did they do to you?"
"For the last time we didn't do anything to hi-"
"SHUT UP!" Uncle Vernon screamed, a vein on his forehead bulging. "What did they do to you, son."
"I-I felt cold. I felt as though there was no happiness in the world. And then I heard voices." Dudley was shaking
"Well there. You've done it. You've driven him mad!"
"We didn't do anything! It was Dementors!" I yelled
Aunt Petunia gasped
"Deflutzers? What?" uncle Vernon asked confusedly
"De-men-tors" said Harry slowly
"They guard the wizard prison, Azkaban." Aunt Petunia said quickly. We all turned and gaped at her, even Dudley managed to pull himself away from puking to look at her with wide eyes.
"How do you know about Dementors and Azkaban?" I asked quietly
"I-I heard that-that wretched, dirty boy telling her about them once." She spat out.
"You mean our parents?" asked Harry curiously but aunt Petunia ignored him, as she seemed terribly flustered by the whole thing.
"So these-er. Deme ties are real then?" Uncle Vernon asked
Aunt Petunia nodded. Uncle Vernon looked from his wife, to Dudley and finally to Harry and I, looking as though he was hoping one of us would jump up and yell "April fools!" When no one did, he opened his mouth but before he could speak an owl flew in and, once again hit Harry in the head and dropping the letter at my feet.
"It's from the Ministry again!" I cried
"Haven't they already done enough damage?" groaned Harry from the floor.
"What else can your lot do?" Asked uncle Vernon "Life sentences? Juvenile delinquent centers? Death penalties?" He said the last one very hopefully
"Well, we'll just have to see, won't we." I responded, tearing open the letter
Dear Mr and Ms. Potter
Further to our letter of approximately 22min the Ministry of Magic has revised it's decision to destroy your wand forthwith. You may retain your wand unit your disciplinary hearing on the 12 of August at which time an official decision will be taken.
Following discussions with the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry the Ministry has agreed that the question of your expulsion will also be decided at that time. You should therefore consider yourself suspended from school pending further inquiries.
With best wishes yours sincerly
Improper Use of Magic office Ministry of Magic
Me and Harry looked at each other with wide eyes.
"So we aren't expelled?" I said in a whisper
"Apparently not!" Harry yelled, jumping up
"Shut up. Son, what happened." Uncle Vernon looked at Dudley expectantly, not that Dudley could answer as he was rocking back and forth puking.
"We were in a dark alley way and three Dementors appeared and attacked. Sephira and I conjured our Patronus' and chased off our Dementors when we turned around and Dudley's Dementors was about to give him the Denentors Kiss." Harry explained for Dudley
"Ah, gave him a little one-on-one there Dudley and why exactly would a Dementors kiss Dudley?" Uncle Vernon patted Dudley on the back
"You can't do one-on-one with a Dementor. And a Dementors Kiss is where they suck out your entire soul. Me and Harry told our Patrones' to chase him off and they did." I explained, exasperated.
"So what were these dementoids doing in little Winging. Don't they protect the prison?" Uncle Vernon asked
"Yes, they do protect the Azkaban and we have no idea what they were doing here." Explained Harry.
"You must know why they were here, you two are the only you-know-what's for miles!" Hissed Uncle Vernon
"We don't know why they were he-" I was cut off by an tawny owl, yet again using Harry's head as a landing strip.
"IVE HAD ENOUGH OF THE GOD DAMNED OWLS FLYING THROUGH MY HOUSE!" Uncle Vernon yells "IF ANOTHER ONE FLIES THROUGH I'LL GO MAD!"
Arthur's just told us what's happened. Don't use magic and don't leave the house.
"It was Sirius," I told Harry "he said not to use magic or leave the house."
"What were the dementons doing in Little Winging?" Uncle Vernon demanded "Is the law after you, not that I'd be surprised."
"No." I said, crinkling my eyebrow "Unless. Bloody hell! Harry! Could it have been him?" I asked, turning to Harry, my eyes wide.
"'Him' who's 'him'?" Uncle Vernon asked from his place on the couch
"Lord Voldemort." It was quite strange, seeing these Muggles who flinched at the words magic, broomstick and wizard but didn't do anything when the name of the darkest wizard on the wizarding world was said.
"Who is that?" asked Uncle Vernon "I think I've heard his name before. Is he that bloke that-"
"That killed our parents, yeah, he is." I finished for him.
"I thought he was dead."
"Well he's back, and still trying to kill us."
"Ok, that's it." Uncle Vernon yelled "OUT! Get out!" he pointed at the door.
"What?!" I asked, confused.
"You heard me. OUT!" Sirius' and Mr. Wesley's warnings to stay in the house flashed through my head.
"B-but we can't leave" said Harry, confused.
"OUT!" Uncle Vernon bellowed, purple in the face when another owl came flying in. It dropped a letter on the carpet and flew off.
Harry ran in and grabbed it, then holding it out to Aunt Petunia.
"It's for you." He said confused. "Who in the wizarding world would be writing to you?"
She grabbed it and turned away from us.
"It's a Howler. We're going to hear it anyways." Harry remarked. Indeed it was already smoking.
"Open it!" I cried. Aunt Petunia tore open the envelope and we all heard a menacing voice coming from the empty bright red envelope.
"REMEMBER MY LAST PETUNIA!"
Aunt Petunia took a shaky breath. "
They stay Vernon."
"Who wrote that to you?" Harry asked curiously while Uncle Vernon stared at Aunt Petunia.
"You heard your aunt! Now go upstairs now!" He pushed us up the stairs and we ran to our bedroom where we lied upon our beds and thought about all that had just happened.