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"Dialogue"
'Thoughts'
$Parseltongue$
Chapter 29
Goodbye Privet Drive
After instructing Vernon to take Dudley to his aunt's house, Harry and Lorry were left alone at the house, with a very dead Petunia.
"This complicates things…couldn't she at least wait until the end of the summer to drop dead?...sigh. "
"What now Master?" Lorry asked.
"Now, we start packing all of my belongings, and by WE I mean YOU. We cannot stay here any longer. With my aunt dead, the
wards are going to start falling apart soon." Harry pointed the elf upstairs
"Right away Master." The elf gave a soft bow and got to work.
Harry stood there, thinking for a minute before making up his mind about the next course of action.
He then used some wandless magic to move Petunia to one of the kitchen chairs.
He was then trying to get her into a natural sitting position at the table. This needed to look like an accident to the muggles.
He was having a hard time moving her corpse because it had already started to become stiff.
At that moment he heard a pop, and at first, he thought it was Lorry but the moment he heard the voice he realized that this was an unknown elf.
"Mister Harry Potter sir!. You- " The elf froze there for a second, looking at Harry struggling to get the corpse of Petunia in place.
Harry quickly got in front of Petunia to cover her.
Lorry appeared suddenly at his side.
"Master, we have an intruder." Lorry warned.
"Thank you, Lorry, but I have noticed already." Harry pointed at the elf.
Lorry looked at the other elf. "Oh"
The intruder seems to regain his wits for a moment.
"Harry Potter sir. I am Dobby. I came to see the great Harry Potter becau-"
Harry interrupted him.
"Hold on. Tell me first. How much did you see?" Harry asked inquisitively.
The elf hesitated for a moment before answering.
"N-nothing Mr Harry Potter sir. Dobby didn't see Mr Harry Potter moving around that dead muggle SIR."
"I see…" Harry took out his wand and pointed it at the elf. "AVADA KEDAVRA"
A green light shot towards the panicked elf.
"WAIT Harry Potter sir. You must not come back t-" The elf was hit by the light and fell down with a plop.
Lorry approached the dead elf.
"Master, I believe this elf was trying to give you a warning of sorts. Maybe it would have been wise to listen to it, sir" Lorry pointed out.
"Maybe. But I could not take the risk of him escaping after seeing me and informing, whoever his master is. This must look like an unfortunate accident."
"I understand Master'' Lorry noticed a bulge on Dobby's clothes' around his chest. Lorry inspected it and found a small stack of letters, and when he saw the names of the senders he was surprised.
"Master, I believe these letters were yours, sir." Lorry handed the letter to Harry.
"Ha!. A spy and a thief. Now I really want to find out who his master was."
Harry looked at the letters. Two letters from Susan, three from Hannah and one from Gringotts.
"I'll read them later." Harry then looked at the dead elf. "Lorry, I need you to take care of that (pointing at Dobby), we cannot leave a dead elf for the muggles to find out."
"Yes Master, I'll make sure it is properly disposed of." Lorry pops away while carrying Dobby.
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An hour later, Vernon came back into the house. His eyes were still glazed. He did not say a word and just stood there, in the living room.
"Everything is ready and packed Master" Lorry had a big suitcase floating next to him.
Harry turned to Vernon and gave him instructions to wait for two hours before burning the house. With him inside, of course. He seemed to want to resist the order but had no chance against Harry.
Harry turned to watch Vernon sitting in the kitchen, silently looking at his wife.
"You are probably thinking that you have done nothing to deserve this. But remember that I have seen what lies deep into your mind and trust me when I say that you deserve worse." He turned to his elf. "Let's go."
The elf just nodded and they disappeared from Privet Drive number four.