Percy Jackson and the Order of the Phoenix (SEQUEL)

Chapter 6: Broken Facade

"What in god's name was that!?" Vernon's tomato-red head looked like it was about to burst, staring at the mist now dissipating in the air.

"Iris-Messaging," Hazel mumbled simply.

Petunia's grip on the kitchen counter tightened, she snapped towards the demigod, "Just what exactly are you doing here?"

Hazel winced, quietly mumbling, "... Friendly visit?"

Vernon began to shout again, "That's it! I've had enough of this-this freak show! Both of you, get out of my house! NOW!"

Out of all the people to stand their ground, and snap back, Harry hadn't expected it to be the only non-relative in the house,

"No."

"I beg your pardon?" Petunia hissed in her direction, "You have no means whatsoever, to do whatever you want in our household, you witch!"

This was the third time Hazel had flinched, and Harry had begun to keep count. But Hazel still managed to have a look of fury in her eyes,

"This is something far bigger than you... A war's coming. And if that means spending less than a week here, just to protect the only wizard who can stop it, then it is selfish of you to be so - so narrow-minded. Trust me, we'll leave as soon as possible... but for now we have to stay."

Vernon's mustache began to twitch again with fury, "I simply will not - I WON'T STAND FOR - "

Another letter hit him square in the forehead.

Harry's uncle continued to shout, "SOMEBODY CLOSE THAT BLOODY WINDOW!"

This time the envelope, a red envelope, landed in Petunia's hands.

Her eyes widened in horror, leaning against the counter, and the letter resting delicately in the palms of her open hands.

Hazel's eyes narrowed, "There's something about that... Is it-"

"It's a Howler," Harry stated, then glanced up to his Aunt, "You better open it... Nasty things happen if you don't."

The Daughter of Pluto stood side-by-side with Harry in the kitchen, and sent him a puzzled look, "Doesn't have the most charming name, does it?"

"No, and there's a reason for it," Harry glanced back at her.

"Vernon... Vernon, it has my name on it..." Petunia whispered, looking down at the address stamped on the envelope.

"heT chenKit, breNum rouF, rivPet riveD?" Hazel frowned, squinting at the envelope. At everyone's puzzled looks, she meekly mumbled, "Dyslexia..."

Harry whispered back towards her, "It's The Kitchen, Number Four, Privet Drive..."

'Oh...' Hazel mumbled silently, but Mr. and Mrs. Dursley's attention were now focused back on the letter. The red envelope began to quiver in her hands, looking like it was about to burst.

"Don't open it, Petunia darling!" Vernon gripped onto her shoulder, "It's evil!"

"Really, you should..." Harry stared at it wide eyed, the envelop flap slowly beginning to part, about to open any moment now.

And Petunia did, she opened the Howler for it to merely speak:

"REMEMBER MY LAST, PETUNIA."

And the letter began to spark, decaying into a small pile of ash. Petunia sunk onto the kitchen floor, leaning against the cupboards. After a moment of silence, her face cupped in her hands, she looked up and quietly replied,