*omg what a bad quality of the GIF, I'm so sorry. I really tried to find a better one, but there were only GIFs from when they already had their broom in hand, and not the flying toward them part. So enjoy this chapter, and ignore the GIF :) kisses*
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Elizabeths pov:
Harry is beyond weird right now. Weirder than before. Of course I can see them, I'd be barking if I didn't right?
"What the hell were those things?" I asked him eagerly. I would like to know, since he obviously knows more than I do. And considering I felt like dying by the hand of that thing, I wanted answers,
"They're called dementors." He was still looking at me like I just told him I came from a different planet.
"You're bleeding!" He said while turning my head closer to him while we were both crouching above Dudley.
My head is fine, we should be helping this annoying guy under me.
"Yeah, I know. I hit my head pretty hard, but it's fine really." I said, turning that side of my head away from his eyes, getting uncomfortable at how close we actually were.
"We should be helping your cousin, though."
"Right, I-" he started, but stopped as soon as he saw me struggling with Dudley.
"Little help please? He's rather heavy."
Harrys pov:
As she is trying to hoist Dudley up by herself, I quickly try to store away my wand, but a voice interrupted.
"Don't put away your wand, Harry! They might come back."
"Mrs. Figg?" I tried squinting my eyes because the lights were still off. How does she know about my wand? Actually any wand in particular. Am I going crazy?
"Dementors in Little Whinging, whatever next? Whole world's gone topsy -turvy, and-" she stopped herself looking at Elizabeth.
"Lizzy? What are you doing here? How are you standing up?" She questioned, looking down at Dudleys state.
"Why are you both make remarks about me being able to stand? My head isn't hurting that much..." she replied, looking down.
"We should really help him now." She hinted with a little annoyance in her voice.
"Yeah, on the count of three we'll pull him up, okay?" I reckoned.
"Okay..." she said with an uncertain look at me.
"One, two, THREE..." Holy, this guy is heavier than I thought. That, and he isn't making this any easier by just hanging on instead of walking with us.
"Are you good Elizabeth?" I puffed.
"Yep, I- am- fine-..." she replied between puffs
As we started walking, Mrs. Figg joined us.
"I don't understand. How do you know...?" I continued
"Dumbledore asked me to keep an eye on you."
"Dumbledore asked you? You know Dumbledore?" What is happening? This summer has been incredibly boring and I haven't really heard anything from my friends, and now in one single night it all turns around.
Who are these people? I thought they were just the standard ordinary people living here, with exception of Mrs. Figgs' weird obsession of her cats.
"After You-Know-Who killed that poor Diggory boy last year-" she started
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