Wolf-Blood (Harry Potter Fan-Fic) Sequel

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The sound of the front door slamming echoed up the stars and a voice yelled, "Oi! You!"

Scarlet was unsure if Mr Dursley was addressing her or Harry, as they were both called this, however, she did not immediately respond. It was not until Harry's uncle bellowed "BOY!" that Scarlet knew to whom he was addressing. Nevertheless, she walked to the living room, as she was sure Harry might need some help.

Scarlet strolled into the living room, she found all three Dursleys and Harry in there as well. They were dressed for travelling. Mr Dursley in a fawn zip-up jacket, Ms Dursley in a neat salmon-coloured coat and Dudley, Harry's large, blonde, muscular cousin, in a leather jacket.

"Yes?" asked Harry.

"Sit down! Both of you!" said Mr Dursley, clearly indicating both Scarlet and Harry. Scarlet raised her eyebrows. "Please!" added Mr Dursley, wincing slightly as though the word was sharp in his throat.

They both sat. Scarlet thought she knew what was coming, and by the looks of it, Harry knew too. Harry's uncle began to pace up and down, his aunt and cousin following his movements with anxious expressions. Finally, his large, purple face crumpled with concentration, Mr Dursley stopped in front of Harry and Scarlet and spoke.

"I've changed my mind," he said.

"What a surprise," Harry and Scarlet groaned in sync.

"Don't you take that tone-" began Harry's aunt in a shrill voice, her words aimed at Harry, but his uncle waved her down.

"It's all a lot of claptrap," said Mr Dursley, glaring at Harry with piggy little eyes. "I've decided I don't believe a word of it. We're staying put, we're not going anywhere."

Scarlet looked up at Harry's uncle and felt a mixture of exasperation and amusement. Mr Dursley had been changing his mind every twenty-four hours for the past four weeks, packing and unpacking and repacking the car with every change of heart. Scarlets favourite moment was shared with Harry's, had been the one when Mr Dursley, unaware that Dudley had added his dumb-bells to his case since the last time it had been unpacked, had attempted to hoist it back into the boot and collapsed with roars of pain and much swearing.

"According to you and this dog," Mr Dursley said now, resuming his pacing up and down the living room, "we- Petunia, Dudley and I- are in danger. From- from"

"From some of 'our lot', right," said Scarlet.

"Well, I don't believe it," repeated Mr Dursley, coming to a halt in front of Harry and Scarlet again. "I was awake half the night thinking it all over, and I believe it's a plot to get the house."

"The house?" repeated Harry. "What house?"

"This house!" shrieked Mr Dursley, the vein in his forehead starting to pulse. "Our house! House prices are sky-rocketing round here! You want us out of the way and then you're going to do a bit of hocus-pocus and before we know it the deeds will be in your name and-"

"Are you out of your mind?" Harry demanded, "A plot to get this house? Are you actually as stupid as you look?"

"Don't you dare-!" Squealed Mrs' Dursley, but again, Harry's uncle waved her down.

"Harry's already got a house," Scarlet piped up, "His godfather left him one."

"Yeah! So why would I want this one? All the happy memories?"

There was silence. Scarlet thought that they had rather impressed Mr Dursley with this argument.

"You claim," said Mr Dursley beginning to pace yet again, "that this Lord Thing-"