Lumos

27| The Dursleys

"I know what I saw," Harry Potter said, taking a few steps back, arms crossed over his chest. His green eyes were annoyed. "You betrayed us."

"I didn't. I don't know how much you saw, but I clearly did this to gather information from the other side," I said, standing my ground. "Do you trust Dumbledore?"

Harry narrowed his eyes. "Him, yes. What that has to do with you, I don't know."

"You must've seen him give me the go to turn my wand against him. He told me to do it to fix my mistake. That way, I could gather information and help you!"

Quickly, I scanned the enviroment. The home consisted of two floors. Inside, the house was, if anything, even neater than the perfectly presented gardens. The downstairs included a living room, dining room, kitchen and hall. And, of course, the cupboard under the stairs just large enough for a young boy to sleep in.

Everyone knew that story.

Harry rolled his eyes with a scoff. "That may be true. But the fact still stands that you helped Malfoy bring in the Death Eaters."

"I didn't!" I protested. "You know why I came to see Dumbledore. I was trying to warn him."

"A little too late for that, don't you think?" Harry scowled. "You'd known about it forever, that much was clear."

"I was giving Malfoy a chance. Everyone deserves one."

"Well bloody good that did us. Malfoy blew his chance."

"Did you see what position he was in?" I retorted, getting frustrated with his stubbornness. "He was chosen by the Dark Lord himself to kill Dumbedore as revenge for his father not being able to receive the prophecy you broke!" I mentally slapped myself. Hard.

"You aren't one to shy from the name. Or is there something else going on?" Harry said, his voice accusing.

I scoffed. "The name is tabooed," I said for the fiftieth time. "He can track you if you say it."

"How do you know about the whole 'Malfoy Revenge' thing?"

'He told me, of course," I said honestly. "He was in a bad place at the time. Especially since you nearly cut him to bits . . ."

"I didn't know what the spell would do," Harry said through gritted teeth. "You know what? Whatever. I don't care. My aunt and uncle are going to be home any time soon and you need to leave before they see you."

"Or what?"

"Look, they're already leaving in two days. I'll be free from them. I can't have them shouting their heads off for having a witch standing in their living room."

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I smirked.

"You were saying?"

"Open up, boy!" a man's voice said, slamming his fists (probably) against the door.

Harry let out a small groan."Can you leave?"

"Not until I know you don't think it was my fault."

Harry pushed past me, unlocking the door again to let the rest of his family in.

In walked a round old man with graying hair, a thick mustache and no neck. He was shorter than his tall giraffe-necked wife who was bony everywhere. Behind them was a shorter boy, almost his father's lookalike.

The stopped short at the sight of me.

"Who is this?" the fat man blubbered, almost fearfully. "And what is she doing here?"