[HP] Dali's Bread

They were escorted to the door by Mrs. Figg who suddenly appeared.

She tells them she's actually a Squib, and tells Dally not to forget to pick up her cat from her house.

Draco and Harry didn't say a word to each other, but it was obvious that everyone's spirits were not broken from the danger just now.

After all, being caught by a dementor is more desperate than death.

They all plodded slowly up the garden path of No. 4 Privet Drive.

There was a light on in the living room.Dally rang the bell.

"Mother."

Petunia's figure was getting bigger and bigger, reflected oddly in the rippled glass of the front door.

"Dada baby! You're back? I thought you'd be gone for a few days! But it's just in time, and I'm feeling very...very—Dada, what's going on?" Dali Her face must have been blue at this moment, Petunia held Darley's face in her hands and looked at it carefully, and looked over her at Harry and another strange boy.

"Who are you?" Petunia's eyes rolled oddly.

"Hi, I'm Miss Dursley's classmate, Draco Malfoy." Draco tried to calm himself down and replied.

"That--"

"Come in first, go in and say, you can't stay outside." Dali interrupted Petunia, and beckoned the two boys to come in.Her knees were weak and she almost knelt at the door.

After Petunia's cleaning, Dursley's house is always as clean as new.Draco's gaze swept across the hallway and finally stopped in the living room.A shelf in the living room is full of photos, large and small—including photos of couples together, singles, and photos of Dali and Harry. At the age of [-], her chubby body was stuffed into a dark red coat, and she took a photo with her parents at the gate of a school called Smeting Primary School.The only moving photo among them seems to have been taken just last year, with her good friend Luna on it.

"Vernon! Vernon! Honey!"

"What's going on?" Vernon came lumbering from the living room, his walrus beard fluttering in disarray, as he always did when he was agitated.

"dad......"

Draco frowned and tried not to look at Vernon, he was thinking about the blood relationship between this super big man and Dali - he thought it was her bodyguard.

Vernon's small eyes quickly swept across the four people whose faces were not very good, and their eyes stopped on Draco.

"Who are you?" he asked the same question, and Draco responded in kind.

"Then what's the matter with you, boy? What's the matter? Didn't you go to play with your friends?"

"Why are you covered in dirt, dear? Have you been lying on the ground?"

"Wait - who bullied you - did you bully her? Or who?!"

"Call the police, Vernon! Call the police! Dada, honey, talk to Mom! What the hell happened?"

Before anyone could speak, the Dursleys threw themselves into confusion.Her face was burning, and her parents stopped scurrying around like headless chickens: "No! No one bullied me! Don't call the police! It's useless! Can you please stop yelling!"

Draco finally knew who Dali inherited her loud voice from.

"Is that group of strange people bullying you?" Vernon's face turned pale, pointing at Harry and saying, "Tell me what's going on?"

"Did you use that ability outside of school!" Petunia screamed strangely.

At this moment, a long-eared owl suddenly flew into the kitchen through the window, and then brushed the top of Vernon's head, flew lightly from the other side of the kitchen, and threw a large parchment envelope in its beak on Harry. Then she turned gracefully, the tips of her wings just swept across the top of the refrigerator, flew out with a whoosh, and disappeared over the garden.

"Owl!" Uncle Vernon yelled angrily.He slammed the kitchen window shut hard.The often bulging vein in his temple was throbbing again.In fact, over the past few years, although Vernon said he hated them, he actually didn't hate them as much as he does today.Spurred on by his daughter's bullying, he finally exploded.

Harry had ripped open the envelope and pulled out the letter inside, his heart was beating wildly, almost to the point of his throat.

Dear Mr. Potter and Miss Dursley:

We have received information that you cast the Patronus Charm at 23:13 tonight in a Muggle settlement.This behavior is a serious violation of the "Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards Act", so you have been expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.The Ministry of Magic will soon send representatives to the duo's residence to destroy the wands.In view of the fact that Mr. Potter has previously been formally warned for violating Section No. 8 of the International Confederation of Magicians' Secrecy Act, we regret to inform you that you must appear at the Ministry of Magic for trial at 12:[-] am on August [-]th.

please take care.

Your faithful Mafalda Hopkirk, Division of Misuse of Magic, Ministry of Magic.

He was silent, and handed the parchment to Dali.After Daly skimmed it hastily, she tore the parchment in half.

"Why not you?" Dali gave Draco a sideways look.

"What?" Draco was as bewildered as an outsider.

"What did they say?" Petunia said timidly from the side.

"nothing......"

Dali and Harry looked at each other, and the sudden tacit understanding made them stand up at the same time and walk towards the stairs.Once again Harry needs to escape like the summer of third year, and so does Dali this time, representatives from the Ministry of Magic are coming soon, they have to keep their wands, but where?Are their abilities resistant to adult stalking?

"So, what about an explanation?" Draco was confused, and wanted to follow them upstairs, but he was stopped by Vernon again, "Boy, you have to be honest...what happened ?”

"I—" Draco was threatened by a Muggle again, but this Muggle was Dali's father, so he could only try to get rid of him as calmly as possible.

Suddenly there was a loud bang in the kitchen, echoing endlessly.

Aunt Petunia screamed, and Uncle Vernon snarled and ducked.

"Isn't that school of yours unable to use abilities outside of school?"

"I haven't, sir."

A dazed, shaggy barn owl was sitting on the windowsill outside the kitchen after it had bumped into the closed window.

The siblings who heard the sound rushed down again.Harry ran straight across the kitchen and flung open the window.An owl stretches out a leg with a small scroll of parchment tied to it.It fluttered its feathers, and flew away as soon as Harry took down the letter.With trembling hands, Harry unfolded the second letter, with a few lines scrawled in black ink and the paper stained.

Harry:

Dumbledore has just arrived at the Ministry of Magic and is investigating the whole incident.Don't leave your aunt and uncle's house.No more magic.Don't hand over your wand.

Arthur Weasley

"Can't go, Dali." He said to Dali. At this time, Dali was going downstairs with the suitcase. It was obvious that they had briefly conspired on the second floor.

"Who sent these damned owls?" Vernon growled viciously.

"The first one was sent by the Ministry of Magic to expel me and Dali." Harry said calmly.He pricked up his ears and listened intently to the movement outside, for fear that the representative of the Ministry of Magic had already arrived.

It was easier and quieter to answer Vernon's questions now than to have Vernon throw a tantrum and rant. "The second was just sent by my friend Ron's dad, who works at the Ministry of Magic."

Darley stepped past Harry and stood beside Draco, preventing Vernon from grabbing him again.

"It's nothing to do with him Dad." Dali blushed, "We used magic outside the school, we were attacked..."

"Who is that group of lunatics attacking you?" Vernon was even more shocked when he heard that, his face was furious, and his anger and voice rose at the same time.

"Three Dementors, sir." Draco pulled Darley's hand over Vernon's small, widening eyes and made her stand behind him.

"Three—what kind of mess?!" Vernon couldn't understand, his eyes locked on Draco's hand, "Don't touch my daughter's hand, skinny brat!"

"Shoot, Soul, Monster." Harry walked up to Vernon and said slowly, "Three."

"What kind of weird thing is this dementor?"

"They guard Azkaban wizard prison," Petunia said.

As soon as the words came out, there was a two-second silence, and then Petunia suddenly covered her mouth with her hands, as if she had accidentally said a disgusting swear word.Vernon stared at her too.Harry's mind was in turmoil.Mrs. Figg was all right—but Aunt Petunia?He knows she's a Squib, but she keeps saying she never touches that stuff over there—

"How do you know?" he asked in amazement.

Penny seemed frightened by herself.She looked at Vernon tremblingly and apologetically, her hands drooped slightly, and she faltered and said: "Many years ago—I heard—that terrible boy—said about them to her, many years... ...."

Yeah, she's been pretending to be "normal" for years.She didn't want to tell Vernon that she, too, had longed to go to Hogwarts, that her sister was a wizard, that she was a Squib, that she had access to the wizarding world, but that she would never fit into it.She tried, she tried, she even had a wand, but to her it was just an ordinary stick.

"If you meant my mum and dad, why didn't you say their names?" Harry asked loudly, but Petunia ignored him.She seemed to be in a panic.

Harry was in shock.Aside from Aunt Petunia's outburst a few years ago and screaming that Harry's mother was a monster, Harry had never heard her mention his sister.And she actually remembers this little detail of the wizarding world, and she hasn't forgotten it for so long. Usually, she always tries her best to pretend that the wizarding world doesn't exist.

Vernon opened and closed his mouth, opened it and closed it again, apparently struggling to remember how to speak.He opened his mouth for the third time, and said hoarsely: "So-so-they-um-they-well-really exist, they-well-these ghosts? "

Petunia nodded painfully.

Vernon looked from Petunia to Darley and Draco and then to Harry, as if expecting someone to shout, "April Fool's Day!" Seeing that no one did, he opened his mouth again, and just At this moment, the third owl of the night came, and he didn't have to bother to say anything more.The owl swished like a feathered cannonball into the still-open window and clattered down on the kitchen table.Harry tore the second letter-like envelope from the owl's mouth and tore the seal, as the owl flew back into the night outside.

"Enough, rude owl," said Uncle Vernon distractedly, thumping to the window and slamming it shut again.But he seems to have stabilized emotionally.

Dear Mr Potter and Miss Dursley, We wrote to you some 22 minutes ago and the Ministry of Magic has since reversed its decision to destroy wands immediately.You can keep your wands until your trial on August 8th to make a formal decision.

After consultation with the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Ministry of Magic agreed to leave the question of expulsion until then as well.Therefore, you may consider yourself suspended pending further investigation.Best regards.

Your faithful Mafalda Hopkirk, Division of Misuse of Magic, Ministry of Magic.

Dali snatched the parchment, read the letter several times, and asked Draco, "Where's yours?"

"How would I know."

Immediately afterwards, another owl hit the glass, it looked exhausted, its owner must have let it fly as fast as possible.

Dali recognized it. "Your owl."

Harry squinted at Draco, then went to open the window that Vernon had just closed, and the owl flew in and sat on the sofa, throwing the envelope in Draco's hand.

Draco's face turned green after reading the letter.Not surprisingly, his father must have been notified to go to the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible, and all charges against Draco were dropped, and the most important thing was that Lucius knew that he was with Dali now.He flew into a rage, not sending his son a yelling letter because he was saving face.

But he still told him that no matter what, he couldn't go home tonight.

"So why are the dementors here?" Petunia asked again in panic.

"He must have sent them," Harry said softly, not so much to Petunia as to himself, "Voldemort."

"What do you mean who must have sent them?" A new vocabulary formed in Vernon's mind.

"Voldemort," Harry said again.

He was vaguely aware of the strangeness of what he was seeing: Vernon wincing and screaming at the words "wizard," "magic," and "wand," but hearing the most sinister thing ever. The devil's name, unexpectedly there is no trace of panic.

"V——slow down..." Vernon's face wrinkled into a ball, and a look of enlightenment slowly appeared in his small pig-like eyes, "I've heard of this name before, he is the one—"

"Whoever killed my mom and dad, yes," Harry said bluntly.

"But he's gone," said Vernon impatiently, not giving the slightest hint that the murder of Harry's parents was a painful subject. "The big guy said it. He's gone."

"He's back again," said Harry heavily.

It was odd to be standing in Aunt Petunia's operating-room-like spruced-up kitchen, next to a top-of-the-line refrigerator and an ultrawide-screen TV, calmly talking to Vernon about Voldemort.

The visit of the Dementors to Little Whinging tonight seemed to break down an invisible wall that stood between the cold, non-magical world of Privet Drive and the other world.Two different lives seem to be blending together, and everything is messed up.

"Back?" Petunia asked in a low voice.

She looked at Harry like never before.Suddenly, for the first time in his life, Harry was fully aware that Aunt Petunia was his mother's sister.

He could not say why he felt it so strongly at this moment.All he knew was that he was not alone in the room vaguely aware of what Voldemort's return meant.

Petunia had never looked at him like this in her life.Her large pale eyes were no longer squinted in disgust and anger, but wide open with fear.All his life Harry had watched Aunt Petunia fiercely maintain the illusion that magic didn't exist, that there was no world other than the one she and Vernon lived in - and now that illusion seemed to be gone up.

"Yes, do you trust me?"

Petunia didn't give a positive answer, her hands kept shaking, and she murmured "he's back".Eventually she regained a strange calmness, "It's too late... go to bed, you two take your bags and go back to your room - bed right now - is your friend going to stay?" Come down? You can take him to the guest room, my God."

She covered her face with her hands and wept silently.

"He is back."

The author has something to say:

Dally felt so ashamed that her parents yelled at her so she kept blushing.

Well, I have to say that one of the reasons I like to write Draco fanfic is because I want to write the feeling of Pride and Prejudice hahaha, I hope the audience grandpa will enjoy watching it.