Drive off the Dursleys

The house swept echo from cotton front door, followed by shouting, "Hey, you!"

For sixteen years, Harry used a similar manner to the treatment and therefore had no doubt to whom does this call, but the rush to answer it did not. He still stared into the mirror piece, which saw him for a split second it seemed, Dumbledore's eyes. It was only after his uncle bellowed, "BOY!" Harry slowly rose to his feet and walked to the door of his bedroom, stopping, however, to add to splinter stowed in a backpack things that he was going to bring.

- And you're not in a hurry! - Roared Vernon Dursley when Harry appeared at the top of the stairs. - Come down, we should talk!

Harry, his hands deep in the pockets of his jeans, came down the stairs.

In the living room, he found the Dursleys at full strength. They wore on - road Uncle Vernon in a beige jacket with a zipper, Aunt Petunia in a neat pink - orange coat and Dudley - big, blond and muscular cousin Harry - in a leather jacket.

- Yes? - Harry asked.

Sit down! - Ordered Uncle Vernon. Harry raised his eyebrows. - Please! - Added Uncle Vernon, wincing, as if the word is grazed his throat.

Harry sat down. He thought he knew what he should expect. My uncle began to pace back and forth in the living room. Aunt Petunia and Dudley followed him anxious glances. Finally, the concentration wrinkling large purple face, Uncle Vernon stopped in front of Harry and announced,

- I changed my mind.

- What syupriz - Harry said.

- Leave the tone ... - Shrilly began Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, but waved his hand toward her, and she fell silent.

- All this is nonsense, - said Uncle Vernon, looking at the young Harry, the pig eyes. - Do not believe a word. We're not going anywhere, are staying.

Harry looked at his uncle, feeling both irritation and amusement. Over the past four weeks, Vernon Dursley thought better of every twenty-four hours and at the same time or just to drag things into the car, or pull them out of it. Most liked Harry is the case when Uncle Vernon, who did not know that Dudley, once again putting a suitcase stuffed in it his gymnastic weights, tried to throw him in the trunk and crashed to the ground, roaring with pain and brutally cursing.

- According to you, - said Vernon Dursley, again starting to pace the living room - we - Petunia, Dudley and I - are in danger from the ... by

- Yes, the part of "one of ours" - said Harry.

- Well, I do not believe it - repeated Uncle Vernon, again stopping in front of Harry. - I spent a whole night without sleep, thought it over and realized that this is a conspiracy, you want to take possession of the house.

- The house? - Harry said. - How else home?

- Here is this most! - Yelled Uncle Vernon, and on his forehead throbbed Vienna. - Our Home! In the local area housing prices are growing wildly! You want to take us out of here, and then what to do - some focus - pocus. We do not have time to recover, and you have to rewrite the house its name and ...

- Are you crazy? - Harry asked. - The plot to take over the house? Are you really that stupid or just pretending?

- How dare you! - Squealed Aunt Petunia, but again Vernon waved her hand: it seems to neglect his personal dignity seemed to him a trifle in comparison with the danger that he found.

- In case you've forgotten, - said Harry - I already have a house left me godfather. Why on earth would I also wanted to be yours? Of - for filling his happy memories?

This time, Vernon said nothing.

"It looks like - Harry thought, - this argument seemed persuasive uncle."

- I assure you - he said, starting to pace again, Uncle Vernon - that of yours, Lord, what's his name ...

- Voldemort - Harry eagerly suggested - we discussed all this a hundred times already. And here is not my assurances, there is a fact. Dumbledore told you about it last summer, and Kingsley and Mr. Weasley ...

Vernon Dursley angrily hunched his shoulders, and Harry realized that my uncle is trying to drive away the memories of the Unexpected visit of two adult wizards that happened in one of the first days of summer vacation. The appearance of their house Kingsley parapet and Arthur Weasley was a shock to the Dursleys the most unpleasant kind. However, Harry was ready to admit that, as Mr. Weasley when smashed - then the nines half of their living room, it is unlikely that a new visit his Uncle Vernon pleased.

- ... Kingsley and Mr. Weasley explained it to you - Harry continued relentlessly. - As soon as I turned seventeen, wards, protecting the house, destroyed, and you will be in no less danger than I am. The Order does not doubt that Voldemort will undertake for you - or to try to elicit where I am, or deciding that, if you get it

The views of Uncle Vernon and Harry met. The young man was sure that at that moment they both think about one. Then Uncle Vernon again set off on the living room, and Harry resumed persuasion:

- You need to hide, and the Order is ready to help. Do you offer a very strong defense, the best in existence.

Uncle Vernon was silent, still pacing back - forward. Outside, the sun was hanging just above the hedges of privet. Neighbor's lawn mower stalled again.

- I figured you have a Ministry of Magic, right? - Suddenly asked Vernon Dursley.

- There, surprised, replied Harry.

- So why is it can not protect us? - In my opinion, we, the innocent victims, guilty only in the fact that they gave shelter to a man who is on - that hunts are entitled to the protection of the government!

Harry could not help laughing. As is typical of his uncle - count on the formal establishment, even if it belongs to a world that Uncle set at naught, and that is not trusted.

- You heard what was said Mr. Weasley and Kingsley - Harry replied. - We think that the Ministry of infiltrated enemy agents.

Now, Uncle Vernon was walking along the fireplace, with a sigh so heavy that fluttered his big black mustache. A person's uncle and had purple with mental effort.

- Well, - he said, again stopping in front of Harry. - Okay, let's say for a moment that we accept this protection. But I still do not understand why we can not keep this your Kingsley.

Harry could barely restrain himself not to make his eyes. This question, too, he had heard from a half-dozen times.

- I told you so - gritting his teeth, he said. - Kingsley guards the magician ... your prime - minister.

- Well, yes, because he is the best! - Confirmed Uncle Vernon and pointed to a dark screen TV. The Dursleys have noticed in the news Kingsley, who visited a modest step for what - that hospital Muggle Prime - minister. This plus the fact that Kingsley dexterous wearing muggle clothes, not to mention the soothing tones of his low, slow voice, forcing the Dursleys treat him much better than any other magician. However, they have never seen it with your favorite earring.

- Well, actually, he is busy - said Harry. - But Hestia Jones and Dedalus Dingle more than able to handle the job ...

- If they give us at least dokumentiki which showed ... - Began Uncle Vernon, but Harry's patience snapped. Leaping to his feet, he went to his uncle and now he pointed his finger at a blank TV screen.

- These accidents - no not accidental disasters, explosions, crash trains and whatever else happened to the time when the last time you saw a news release. People are disappearing and dying, and for all he is worth, Voldemort. I told you many times: he kills Muggles for fun. Even the fog - and catching them dementors, and if you do not remember what they are, ask your son!

Dudley instinctively raised her hands up to cover his mouth with his hands. Then, realizing that he was being watched and Harry, and his parents, Dudley slowly lowered his hand and asked:

- And their ... even more?

- More? - Harry grinned. - You mean more than the two that you were attacked? Certainly more. There are hundreds, maybe thousands of now, they also feed on despair and fear ...

- Okay, okay! - Roared Vernon Dursley. - You convinced us ...

- I hope - Harry said - because as soon as I turned seventeen, all of them - Death Eaters, Dementors, maybe even infernals, and that the corpses bewitched Dark Magician - went out and brought you up anywhere and will attack en masse. And if you remember well your last attempt to cope with the magician, then I think you will agree with the fact that you need help.

There was a short silence, which sounded like a distant echo of Hagrid cod blow-out the front door, managed to fly through here the past few years since that day. Aunt Petunia stared at Vernon Dudley - with Harry. Finally, Uncle Vernon blurted out:

- What about my job? A school of Dudley? Am I supposed to throw everything in the world for the sake of a handful of sloshing around wizards?

- You did not understand? - Harry said. - They will torture you and kill as killed my parents!

- Dad - loudly said Dudley. - Dad, I'd better go to those who are from the Order.

- Dudley - Harry said - the first time in my entire life you've said something clever.

He realized that he won the battle. If Dudley is so scared that he is ready to take care of the Order, the parents will go with him to part with Didinkoy and no speech could not go. And Harry looked at the traveler's clock on the mantelpiece.

- They'll be here in five minutes, - he said, and did not hear from any of the Dursleys' response came from the living room. The future of farewell - and probably forever - from his aunt, uncle and cousin did not upset him, but some awkwardness seemed to remain suspended in the air. What do they say when parting people who have lived for sixteen years in a strong dislike for each other?

When he returned to his bedroom, Harry fumbled aimlessly in a backpack, and then slipped between the bars of the cage in which sat Hedwig, a few owl nuts. Hedwig treat neglected, and nuts fell with a thud on the bottom of the cage.

- We'll leave soon, very soon - said the owl Harry. - And then you'll be able to fly again.

The doorbell rang. Harry hesitated for a moment, then left the room and went downstairs - expect Hestia and Dedalus cope with the Dursleys without his help, almost was not necessary.

- Harry Potter! - Squeaked as soon as he opened the door, excited voice, and a little man in a lilac hat slapped him a low bow. - It is an honor, as always!

- Thanks, Dedalus, - said Harry, short and dark-haired Hestia smiled sheepishly. - I am very grateful to you for coming here ... They are here, my aunt, uncle and cousin ...

- Have a nice day, relatives of Harry Potter! - Happily said, entering the living room, Dedalus.

Dursley is a welcome pleasure is clearly not delivered, and Harry was afraid that they, and look to again change their minds. Dudley saw a magician and sorcerer, surpassing clung to his mother.

- I see you've already laid and ready to go. Excellent! The plan, as Harry probably told you, is easy - said Dedalus, drawing from his waistcoat pocket a huge clock and staring at them. - We hit the road before Harry. Since the use of magic in your home is not safe - Harry had not yet reached the age of majority, and doing so may give rise to the Ministry of the arrest - we otedem, say, ten miles, and then Apparate to a safe place for you to have picked up. You do, I believe, know how to drive a car? - He politely asked Uncle Vernon.

- I know how I do it? Of course, what the hell, I can! - Uncle Vernon blurted out.

- A very wise on your part, sir, very. Personally, I have all the buttons and levers quite confusing. - Dedalus said. He obviously thought that says something flattering Vernon Dursley, who in front, with each spoken word Dedalus, was losing faith in so-called plan.

- Even the taxi and that can not, - he murmured softly, and his mustache bristled angrily, but, fortunately, neither Dedalus nor Hestia these words do not seem to hear.

- You, Harry - continued Dedalus - wait here your guard. In our preparations something - what has changed ...

- What's that? - Immediately asked Harry. - I thought for me will be a Mad-Eye and we are with him Apparate.

- No, - said buying the words Hestia. - Mad-Eye will explain everything to you.

The Dursleys, who listened to their conversation, but judging by their faces, nothing in it is not understood at once jumped when he heard a loud voice, vzvizgnuvshy: "Hurry up!" Harry looked around, too, but immediately realized that this voice belongs pocket watch Dedalus.

- You are right, the schedule we have is very tight - and Dedalus said, nodding to the hour, brought them into his vest pocket. - We want to see yours, Harry's departure from the house coincided with the Apparition of your relatives. Thus, the wards will collapse at that moment, when all you strive to safety. - He turned to the Dursleys: - So, all packed and all ready for the road?

No one answered Uncle Vernon was still in fear gawked at his waistcoat pocket swollen Dedalus.

- Maybe we should wait in the hall, Dedalus - Hestia said softly, clearly felt that their side would be tactless to hang around in the living room while Harry and the Dursleys would lovingly say goodbye, shedding perhaps copious tears.

- Not worth it - just as Harry said quietly, but Uncle Vernon made ​​further explanations unnecessary, loudly declaring:

- Okay, the guy is - say goodbye.

He handed Harry's right hand for a handshake, but at the last moment overawed and just squeezed it in his fist and waved it up - down, like a metronome.

- Are you ready, Diddy? - Aunt Petunia asked, nervously checking the lock of her purse, which saves her from having to look at Harry.

Dudley did not answer, he just stood there, his mouth slightly open - and suddenly Harry seemed a bit like a giant Grohha.

- Well, go, - said Uncle Vernon.

He had almost reached the door to the living room when Dudley mumbled,

- I do not understand.

- What do not you understand, dear? - Asked, looking at her son, Aunt Petunia.

Dudley looked great, like ham, hand and pointed it at Harry

- And he's bringing us not coming?

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia seemed rooted to the floor - both looked at Dudley as though he announced that he wants to become a ballet dancer.

- What? - Loudly asked Uncle Vernon.

- Why he is not with us, too? - Dudley said.

- Well, he's ... he does not want, - said Uncle Vernon, turning on, he added: - Because you do not want to, right?

- Not a bit - Harry replied.

- You see, - said Uncle Vernon Dudley. - Okay, come on, it's time to go.

He left the room, opened the front door, but Dudley and stood on the site, and Aunt Petunia, making a few tentative steps, too, stopped.

- Now - what? - Barked again appeared on the threshold of the living room, Uncle Vernon.

Like the fact that Dudley tries as - that deal with the thoughts, too complex for verbal expression. After a few seconds of agonizing struggle vrutrenney poor fellow finally said:

- Where did he go?

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon looked at each other. It was clear that Dudley scared them. Hestia Jones broke the silence.

- But ... because you know where your nephew is sent? - She asked, puzzled.

- Of course we know, - said Vernon Dursley. - To one of your own, right? Okay, Dudley, get in the car, you heard, we must hurry.

Vernon Dursley dotopal back to the door, but Dudley again did not follow him.

- One of our?

Hestia is clearly angry. With that Harry had come across - witches and wizards stunning lack of any of his close relatives - or interest in the famous Harry Potter.

- All right, - he assured Hestia. - Yes, to be honest, it does not matter.

- It does not matter? - Dangerous resonant voice echoed Hestia. - Do these people not understand a thing you have to go? What is the danger you face? They do not understand that you occupy a unique position that you - the soul of the whole struggle with Voldemort?

- E - e - e ... no, do not understand - said Harry. - In fact - what they really think I'm only occupy a place here in vain, but I'm used since ..

- I do not think that you might waste space here.

If Harry had not seen Dudley's lips stir, he would not believe his ears. Still, a few seconds he looked at Dudley before grasped what these words really said his cousin. Not only said, but blushed at the same time. Harry seized and confusion, and amazement at once.

- Well ... e - e - e ... thank you, Dudley.

He again seemed that Dudley is struggling with thoughts too unwieldy for expression, but he muttered,

- You saved my life.

- In general - that saying is not life - Harry replied. - The Dementors have just taken your soul.

Now he looked at his cousin in surprise. Neither this summer or in the past they did not talk to each other as Harry returned to Privet Drive for a short time and most of the time in his room. Now, before he suddenly realized that a cup of cold tea, for which he has come this morning, there was, perhaps, not mine - trap. And yet, feeling remorse at Harry felt considerable relief from the fact that Dudley has exhausted all available opportunities to express his feelings. Opening his mouth again - and the other to make perfect purple, Dudley stopped.

But Aunt Petunia suddenly burst into tears. Hestia Jones even awarded her a look of approval, which, however, gave way to anger when Aunt Petunia was not rushed to embrace Harry and Dudley.

- T - so dear, Dadlik - she sobbed, clinging to his powerful chest, - m - m such a good - a boy ... with - thank you said ...

- Yes, he did not say no thank you! - Hestia exclaimed indignantly. - He said he just - navsego, he did not think Harry wonder if he held a place here.

- Yes, but in the mouths of Dudley is like "I love you", - said Harry, torn between annoyance and a desire to laugh - it was too good an aunt Petunia, hugs Dudley as though he made ​​a moment ago Harry from a burning house.

- We're going or not going? - Barked again appeared at the door of the living room Uncle Vernon. - Then someone - then talked about the tight schedule!

- Yes - yes, let's go, - said Dedalus Dingle stunned watching all happening, but now as if he awoke. - We really have to go. Harry ... - He went up to the young man with both hands and squeezed his hand. - Good luck. I hope we meet again. As you are all looking forward to the magic community.

- Oh - Harry said - well, yes. Thank you.

- Goodbye, Harry - said Hestia and also squeezed his hand. - Our thoughts are always with you.

- I think with them all right, - said Harry, looking at Aunt Petunia and Dudley.

- Oh, I'm sure eventually we will become the best of friends - cheerfully promised Dingle, leaving the living room, waved cylinder. Hestia followed him.

Dudley gently climbed out of her mother's arms and walked over to Harry resisted the urge to intimidate his magic. But then Dudley gave him a big pink palm.

- Lord Dudley! - Harry said, raising his voice to cut their Aunt Petunia's renewed sobs. - Thee that replaced the dementors?

- I do not know - said Dudley. - See you, Harry.

- Yes ... - Harry said, squeezing his hand and shaking her Dudley. - Could be. Be careful, Big virtue.

Dudley nearly smiled and waddled out of the room. Harry heard his heavy steps on the gravel track, then slammed the car door.

Aunt Petunia is pressed against the face handkerchief, turned on the sound. It seems that she did not expect that will stay with Harry alone. Hastily putting his handkerchief in his pocket, she said:

- Well ... all the good - and not looking back, she went to the door.

- All the best, - said Harry.

And then she stopped and turned around. For a moment Harry had naistranneyshee feeling that she wants it - then tell him, Aunt Petunia gave him a clear view of shy and seemed quite so gathered to open his mouth, but then almost jerked her head and ran out of the room to join her husband and son .

Chapter 4

SEVEN Potter

Harry ran back upstairs to his bedroom, getting to her window just as the machine folded the Dursleys the driveway to the street. Between sitting behind me Aunt Petunia and Dudley differed cylinder Dedalus. At the end of Privet Drive car turned to the right, the window for a moment it flashed crimson, reflecting the setting sun, and she disappeared from view.

Harry picked up the cage with Buckley, "Lightning", a backpack, the last time looked around the strange room neat, sidled down the hallway and put a cage, a broom and a backpack on the floor at the foot of the stairs. Was beginning to get dark, the hall was filled evening shadows. So it was strange to stand in silence in the middle of it and know that it's - that will leave this house forever. A long - long time ago when the Dursleys went to - something fun, leaving his home, lonely hours Harry perceived as a rare gift. Lingering in the kitchen, only to pull it out of the fridge - lint, running up it up to play on Dudley's computer, or turn on the television and went through much soul asks channels. Now, remembering those days, Harry felt an incomprehensible void - as if it were the memories of a lost little brother.

- Maybe the last time you wish to admire the house? - He asked boucle that hurt was sitting in a cage, hiding his head under his wing. - Over here, we will never return. You do not want to remember all the good things that are wrong with you? See, for example, this doormat. What memories ... Dudley threw up here after I saved him from the dementors. And the idea is, it is - still harbored me thanks. And in the past summer in the door came Dumbledore.

Harry's train of thought was interrupted for a moment and Hedwig does not wish to help in his recovery, and she was sitting with his head under his wing. Harry turned his back to the front door.

- And here, Hedwig, - he said, opening the door under the stairs - where I was sleeping! We were with you then still do not know. Good heavens, I forgot what it's small ...

He looked at the pile of shoes and umbrellas, remembering how, waking up every morning, I saw him from above - under the stairs, usually decorated with one or even two spiders. In those days, he still did not know anything about his true destiny, did not know how his parents died and why it often occurs around all sorts of strange things. However, he now remembered the dreams that haunted him even then: confused dreams in which blazed the green light flashes, and once appeared - Uncle Vernon, Harry heard a story about it, almost crashed the car - a flying motorcycle ...

Suddenly where - that there was very near deafening roar. Harry sat up straight and hit the crown of the low lintel of the door. Pausing to sort out something - what are the most favorite Uncle Vernon profanity, Harry, holding his hand over his head, staggered into the kitchen and peered through the window into the garden behind the house.

Dusk was covered in rippling like a kindergarten, he was shaking his air. Then, one by one began to appear human figures, discharge Dezillyuminatsionnoe spell. The center of this composition formed Hagrid, who was sitting in a helmet and goggles riding a huge motorcycle with sidecar black. Dismounted people around him - especially with brooms, only two arrived on skeletal horses with black wings.

Jerk flung open the back door, Harry rushed into the midst of the company. There was a general cry of welcome, Hermione hugged Harry, Ron patted him on the back, and Hagrid said,

- Procedure, Harry? By sending ready?

- Of course - Harry replied, smiling all at once. - But I do not think that you will have so much!

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Date: 2015-12-18; view: 652