Five Days Later, Surrey…
Petunia Dursley stood in her kitchen and stared out the window at her long suffering garden. After all the years of the freak doing the yard work, she'd forgotten just how tiring it actually was. She couldn't seem to do even a fraction of the work the boy had been doing and a lot of little neglects were beginning to pile up. Petunia couldn't figure out what she was doing wrong, but the grass was brown, the weeds were gaining traction, and the flowers hadn't grown this year except in small lackluster patches. That prissy little bitch Tiffany from across the street had even pointed it out to her lately, asking quite cheerfully that she please not allow her property to become an eyesore.
It was all so very embarrassing.
The amount of work that the freak had done every day to repay them for suffering his presence had been truly immense. Then, as Petunia looked at her brown lawn, she thought of another role that the boy had filled while he was here that she wanted him to take back. He was a vent. He was a distraction. He kept her hubby Vernon occupied, allowing him to release his frustrations in a healthy, productive way.
Now that the boy was gone, Petunia feared that he would start looking to his family to release those same tensions. Vernon was becoming short with them as of late. He was having troubles at work, was constantly grumbling about the injustice of it all and something about self-entitled, punk kids. Vernon was wearing all that stress home and snapping at both Duddykins and her far more than he used to. It was a subtle thing. He didn't outwardly look different, except there was a specific sneer on his face and a tone in his voice that was leaking out more and more over time. There was a reason that she didn't like the sounds of it. It was the tone he'd used with the boy who used to live in the cupboard...
Vernon Dursley hadn't had a good day at work... again. It all started a little while back when he'd caught some young man standing around, loafing in the staff room. Vernon had gone on a much needed, long rant, about how useless the man was being, just standing around. Vernon never got to vent like that anymore and it had felt really good after so long without.
Too bad the man hadn't been some junior worker of the company. He'd been Mr. Mason's (Vernon's boss) son Taylor Mason. Taylor had been quick to ask if this was normal behavior for a senior member of the company, and he'd demanded to know his name. Taylor had been completely incensed that he could arbitrarily be yelled at by some fat, red, idiot, in a terrible suit, as he'd called him.
Taylor had marched right into his father's office, followed by a spluttering Vernon and had point blank asked for Vernon to be terminated from his job. Mr. Mason had replied that unfortunately that wasn't how businesses worked and that you needed a valid excuse. Then Mr. Mason had stared at Vernon, as his son explained what had occurred in the staff room. After that Mr. Mason calmly told his son not to worry. He'd looked directly at Vernon as he'd described to his son how the process of drumming up a paper trail to fire someone worked, and that he'd get right on it.
Vernon had felt the executioner's ax on his neck ever since that day.
Finally returning home, Vernon collapsed into his spot in the dining room chair, boiling over with stress. Little did he know, he was being watched by a beautiful, but invisible pair of unbelievably furious witches.
Just a few months earlier, random witches and wizards entering the Dursley's property would've been completely impossible.
Well, not anymore...
Now that Harry was gone, the blood wards had failed entirely. Good riddance. The wards had taken large portions of Harry's ambient magic to charge on an ongoing basis. The two foreign witches were left wondering how in the nine Hells Harry hadn't been sapped completely dry of his life giving magic, to earn this so-called protection.
Now that the blood wards were gone, there was nothing left to stop them from being here. So here they were. The gorgeous pair of invisible blondes were currently layering both the Dursleys and their property with hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of jinxes and minor curses.
None of the spells the invisible witches were casting were overtly violent in nature. There was just a mountain-load of them. The witches layered the jinxes so heavily that it would be a century before they disappeared, if ever. The jinxes were cast in the household's walls, beds, floors, objects, clothing, furniture and fridge. In fact, the only area of the house left untouched was the cupboard under the stairs. It would be the only source of relief available for the Dursleys, if they ever found out about it.
The Utrumleptresitfungent jinx is a very poorly named and rather obscure spell that grows rampant mold and mildew on its target. It was cast in any wall space available both visible and not, including air ducts.
The Putredeign jinx is another charm designed to bring rot in all its forms, and it can affect either wood or food. The entire house wasn't covered in the jinx because it would collapse if that were the case. Instead the spell was cast inside of the fridge to an absolutely absurd degree... From this point forward, the Dursley family would need to eat any food they bought immediately, lest it go bad.
The Vermesvoca jinx is like a siren song to vermin of all shapes and sizes. All manner of roaches, bed bugs, lice, mosquitoes, earwigs, centipedes, moths, mice and rats would soon be flocking to the structure as if it was a paradise. The beautiful witches performed a screening spell to keep away illness ridden versions of these pests... It wasn't a kindness... They weren't looking to kill the family off so easily.
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