I Know The End {Fred Weasley, ACT I}

Chapter 6- An Evan's Family Reunion

Crack!

Eleanor reappeared right in the middle of Privet Drive's perfectly manicured lawn. She should have been more careful to avoid any unsuspecting muggles, but she had thrown caution to the wind. She walked through the lawn, knowing perfectly well that she was destroying it, and up the front stoop. Taking the entire length of her arm, she pounded upon the front door until it flung open.

Eleanor's previous interactions with her aunt and uncle had been brief and rather unpleasant. These included:

The day she had come with Hagrid to deliver Harry his first Hogwarts letter. That had been her first-time seeing Harry since they were small, and her first-time ever meeting the Dursleys. Experience- 5/10 (only rated so highly because of her excitement to see her brother)The times in which she had seen them pick up Harry from Kings Cross. Experience- 3/10 (mainly because Harry was always leaving to go back to them, and they never seemed to care that he had almost died over the course of the previous year)One afternoon last summer when she accompanied Mr. Weasley to get Harry for the Quidditch World Cup. Experience- 8/10 (rated highly because Fred gave Dudley a Ton-Tongue Taffy and she stuck around long enough to witness the result; without such a diversion it would have been a 2/10.)

She did not expect tonight to go much differently.

Vernon Dursley stood in the doorway. His face had skipped right over red and was a tint of purple that made her slightly uneasy. Without giving him much thought, she pushed by him to find Harry sitting at the kitchen table. He looked up at her, his expression full of shock and relief.

"Are you okay?" Eleanor said, rushing toward him.

He stood up to hug her, and she could feel him slightly shaking in her grasp.

"WHAT IN GOD'S NAME DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING! HOW DARE YOU FORCE YOUR WAY INTO MY HOUSE LIKE THIS AFTER MY SON HAS BEEN ATTACKED BY SOMETHING FROM YOUR GODDAMN WORLD! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" Uncle Vernon bellowed at her.

Eleanor grabbed her wand out of the waistband of her skirt and pointed it directly at Uncle Vernon's mouth.

"Silencio!" she muttered lazily.

Their uncle's mouth was still flapping wildly, but no sound was escaping his lips. Aunt Petunia let out a scream as Uncle Vernon gasped wildly at his throat. Next to her, Dudley was staring at Eleanor with terror shining in his eyes while Harry failed to suppress his laughter. She thought something looked slightly off about Dudley's appearance, as though he were extremely unwell. She backed away, not wanting to catch whatever he might have.

"He can still breathe!" she exclaimed, as her uncle continued to claw at his throat. "There's no need to yell. Next time just do the polite thing and invite your dear niece in, so I don't have to barge into your home."

"I didn't think you were allowed here," said Harry, who was still looking at Uncle Vernon with a smirk.

"I think a dementor attack counts as an exception to the rule," she shrugged, sitting down between Harry and Aunt Petunia.

"Fix him!" Aunt Petunia shrieked.

Eleanor looked back at Uncle Vernon. He was still purple faced and frantic. She heaved a deep sigh and feigned a look of regret.

"I will, but only when he has calmed down a bit. We can't have the neighbors overhearing him, can we? What if they hear him bellowing about me and Harry's," Eleanor bent her head closer to Petunia's and whispered, "ungodly affliction. Or even worse, they might think something is wrong with you. They might jump to the conclusion that something has gone awry in your marriage."