𝑨 𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒄𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝑶𝒘𝒏 • 𝗙. 𝗪𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆

• 𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 •

Dementors. Fucking Dementors.

    I never had the "pleasure" of dealing with one myself, but Mama told me about them. About what it feels like to be in their presence, the happiness draining from your soul, and the feeling that it would never return as long as you live.

  But more importantly, she taught me how to deal with one.

  One dementor had Harry pinned to the wall by his neck, choking him, and another hovered over the Dursley boy. Harry had dropped his wand when he was attacked, so I cast a nonverbal spell which shot the wand into his hand.

  "EXPECTO PATRONUM " he shouted as a great white stag emerged from his wand and charged toward the dementors. They quickly flew away and I turned to Harry who had dropped to the ground, clutching his neck and gasping for air.

  I ran over and helped him to his feet, asking him if he was alright. He simply nodded and whispered hoarsley, "Help Dudley."

  So that was his name? He's still an asshole. But he's an asshole who happened to be sprawled on the damp, dirty floor at the moment. So, reluctantly, I followed Harry to help him up as well.

  With one of his large arms over Harry's shoulders and another over mine, we turned to start back towards Privet Drive, but were met face to face with Mrs. Figg.

  She said nothing, but simply turned and started walking alongside the three of us. Once we were closer to the Dursley's house, Mrs. Figg started to exchange words with Harry. I guess he didn't know Mrs. Figg was a witch? Okayy?

  "Now get inside and stay there, dear," she said in an urgent voice, but still patted Harry's cheek in an almost motherly way. "I'm sure someone will be in touch soon." she then turned to me

  "I'm afraid that means you too, Legacy. It's too dangerous. I talked to your mother and she's alright with it, so all your things are up in Harry's room. I suspect Dumbledore should send for you both very soon. But for now, go with Harry where it's safe."

  After I put my wet hair back up so it wasn't plastered to my face, I embraced her and then helped Harry drag Dudley into their house.

  We entered the Dursley's home and Harry and I brought Dudley into the living room, not even beginning to try and hide anything. Immediately, Mrs. Dursley took an alarming notice of her- to put it bluntly- fucked up son, she clamped her hand over her mouth as she ran for Mr. Dursley. With both of them freaking out, they swarmed their son asking him question after question.

  "Who did this to you boy?" Mr. Dursley demanded. I guess Dudley was coherent enough to hear him, because he immediately blamed Harry. Pointing a pudgy, shaking finger right at him. Asshole.

  "Happy now? You've finally done it. You've finally driven him mad!" he screamed. Harry flinched.

'Yeah that's not ok. At. All. ' I thought to myself as I watched the argument unfold. I didn't feel like was my place to intervene though.

  "Vernon!" Mrs. Dursley scolded her husband. She wasn't scolding him for yelling at Harry, making him flinch, of course not. Why would she ever think that? No, she was scolding him for insinuating that there was something wrong with their son. Who was at this very moment curled up, shaking, staring at the wall.

Unbelievable.

  At that moment, an owl flew in from the open window. No doubt for Harry or I, considering it was an owl. It dropped a letter that had a purple wax seal from it's beak and onto the couch. The letter almost instantly transformed into a mouth, covered in lipstick the same shade as the wax. It started to speak,

  "Dear Harry Potter and Legacy Parker, The Ministry had received intelligence that at 6:23 this evening, you both performed magic in the presence of a muggle. As a clear violation of the decree of the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, you are both hereby expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

           Hoping you are well,
                           Mafalda Hopkirk"

  Just. Fucking. Perfect.

  All the begging I did, and all it took to convince Mama to let me go to school, and I got expelled.

Before I ever even got there.

  "Justice!" Mr. Dursley sneered, looking very pleased with himself as if he had accomplished something great.

  "Finally! You get what you deserve! You and your weird-eyed freaky little friend will learn that there is no place for you here!"

I steeled myself, and fixed upon him a death glare to the point that I could feel my hard face burn with the same rage I felt in my chest. The moment he looked at me, his smile melted into terror as he collected his wife and son, rushed them to the car, and sped off to the hospital. It wasn't until they were out the door and gone did I get a second to breathe and looked over to Harry.

Before I could try to say anything of comfort, he ran up to his bedroom and made a furious sound as he smashed his fists into his wardrobe, which promptly scared his white owl. I felt terrible for Harry, yet very uncomfortable as I stood in the doorway watching him.

  "Sorry, Hedwig." he said looking very regretful as he realized he terrified his poor owl. He then turned to me, "sorry, Legacy."

  "You don't have to apologize to me, Harry. Are you okay?" I asked gently. I understood the feeling, the same one I feel right now as well. Anger. Unbridled rage, born from a deep hurt that he had known his entire childhood, from the pain of the unchangeable situation life gave to him, like an unwanted gift forced upon you.

  "I'm fine, what about you?" he breathed, still coming down from his outburst.

  "I'm alright, all things considered. Though I'd rather not talk about any of it yet, I'm still trying to process what the fuck I just witnessed."

  He lightly chuckled, "Me too."