Chapter 27. Summertime ☾

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A/N I OWN NOTHING BUT THE PLOT

Harry got to the platform of 9 ¾ and gladly saw Remus waiting for him. He grinned and waved over to his 'mother', but not before bidding goodbye to his friends.

"And remember Harry, we have the galleons now so if anything happens you just have to call." Hermione repeated.

"Yes, 'Mione, I know. Goodbye," he then proceeded to hug his friends, old and new. "Now Luna, don't forget to write. I'll gladly reply to any letters you send." Harry declared. Draco smirked and rolled his eyes along with Hermione.

"Of course, Harry. Goodbye." Luna replied. After all farewells were said, Harry went over and hugged Remus. The larger, tired man hugged Harry with all his might, and then he let go and inspected Harry for any signs of distress.

"How were your last few days Harry? Are you okay? What did Snape have to say to you?" Remus interrogated.

"I'm fine, really. Professor Snape just told me to contact him if anything got bad this summer. Apparently between his own observations and Draco's he figured out what's happening at home. He also mentioned I should tell you, which I already did, so no worries there." Harry finished nonchalantly.

Remus smiled but a scowl quickly appeared. "That reminds me, I want to have a word with that so-called family of yours. Where do you usually meet them?" He asked.

"If they actually show, we meet somewhere on the other side of the barrier." Harry answered.

"What do you mean if the actually show? Are they not coming?" Remus enquired.

"Well, when Draco came to retrieve me, he may have told the Dursleys off. Not to mention he said I wouldn't be coming back if it were up to him. I don't know if they think he has the authority to say so, but I have a feeling they won't be pleased either way." Harry explained. Remus' nostrils flared and his brow furrowed.

"Well then, I'll have to take you back. What is your address?" Remus asked far too calmly.

"Number Four Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey." Harry answered. Remus nodded and they walked to a spot where it would be safe to Apparate. When they got there, Remus took a calming deep breath. Then, he took another one. After that, they walked up to the door of Number Four, Privet Drive and knocked.

"Now Harry, I think I will need you to stay here for a moment while I talk to your relatives." Remus instructed. Suddenly, a horse-faced woman answered the door.

"Hello, Petunia" Remus greeted with a deadly scowl. Her eyes widened and she tried to shut the door. Remus caught it with his hand and let himself in. "Interesting home, and I thought you would be living without one judging by the way you dress Harry." He continued.

"Get out! Get out and don't let Vernon know you're here, freak!"She squealed.

"Oh! That must be 'Uncle Vernon' then, yeah? Oh, yes bring him here. I have more than a few words for him." Remus spat.

"What is going on here? Who the heck are you?" Vernon, who had come to see what the commotion was, turned to the door and saw Harry on the porch. "Freak! What are you doing here? You're not welcome! Leave this instant." The minute the word freak came out of the pig shaped man's mouth, Remus hit his breaking point. Remus marched up to the man, grabbed him by the neck and pinned him to the wall.

"Who the HECK are you calling freak? You are the disgrace to this world, not Harry. You filth! Now sit, so we can get a couple things straightened out." Remus seethed with anger. He accioed two chairs and stuck the two Dursleys in them so that they could not move. "Alright, let's get one thing straight. Harry has no other choice but to be in this household. You are not doing him a 'favor' by letting him live here. You don't have a choice either. Do you even realize who he is in our world? He is a savior. No one would be here right now if it weren't for him, especially not muggles like you. He is not 'lucky' that you give him your son's left-over clothing. He should not be 'grateful' that you feed him every few couple of days, particularly when you don't even give him a full meal.

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