Reborn As A Squib In Harry potter

On a sunny Thursday morning, I walked up to Number 4 Privet Drive whistling the Harry Potter theme song under my breath. I had ridden a taxi over to the cookie cutter neighbor in order to pick up Harry, and it was currently waiting for me to get my young friend out of that hell hole.

Knocking on the door, I patiently waited for someone to answer it. There was a excited thumping on the other side, and a moment later the swung open, revealing a flush-faced Harry Potter, a large steamer trunk in one hand, and a caged owl under the other.

"Morning Harry," I greeted him, before nodding cordially at the owl. "And morning to you too, Hedwig."

Hedwig made a "Prek!" before ruffling her feathers.

"Don't worry, as soon as Harry is back at my place he can let you out. No need to stay cramped and cooped up over there," I assured the owl, who scrutinized me for a moment before deciding that I had nothing else of interest to her, and looked away.

"Need a hand?" I asked Harry, but he shook his head.

"No, thanks, I've got it," he assured me.

"Do you have everything?" I asked next, and he nodded at that.

"Yes. It's all in the trunk."

"Magic sure is useful, isn't it?" I hummed, and he made a noise of agreement. "Alright, head on over to the taxi. If you need help getting it in, just ask. I have to have a quick word with your aunt before we go."

He bobbed his head and hurried over to the idling vehicle, letting me turn my attention to his horse-faced aunt who was watching and waiting from the living room.

When it was clear I wasn't going to storm inside and do anything, she begrudgingly came over.

"Hello, Mrs. Dursley. I hope you've been doing well," I said politely. "I doubt Harry will see you again until the next year. He spent his minimum amount of time in this place, and as such, can stay with people who aren't… well, I can't exactly say what you are in polite company."

"Just take him and leave," she spat out.

"I will," I huffed. "And by the way, you have lovely roses. Very well taken care of."

"Thank you?" Petunia replied, taken aback and confused.

"I can give compliments where compliments are due," I said, turning away to head back over to the taxi, knowing full well that it was Harry's green thumb who'd kept the garden alive all these years. I wondered how they'd keep it nice and trim without him?

As I slipped into the taxi, I waved at Mrs. Figg, who was watching me go from her window with a conflicted expression on her face.

"I think you're going to enjoy yourself for the next few weeks, Harry," I said cheerfully as I buckled my seatbelt.

"I think so, too," he said happily, and we let the taxi driver fill the silence with 90's pop music.

"Now, it's not much, but for tonight, you'll be sleeping on the foldout couch," I said, directing Harry over to where he'd been sleeping.

"When do we have to leave tomorrow?" he asked as he placed his trunk and Hedwig's cage down.

"That is the fun part!" I drawled. "We get to wake up nice and early at six thirty in the morning! Our flight is at ten."

Harry winced a bit and I chuckled. "Yeah, flights can be a hassle. But! Good news, we won't have to take a taxi at least. Sam's dad will be driving us to the airport."

"That's nice of him," Harry said with a nod.

"Yup. Oh, and my friend Delilah will also be joining us," I said. "Well, technically she'll meet us in Paris later in the weekend."

"Your 'friend?'" Harry asked, a teasing expression on his face, and I pouted.

"Ugh, you and Sam, I swear…" I grumbled good naturedly. "And yes. She's a friend."

"More like 'girlfriend,'" he snickered under his breath and I rolled my eyes at his antics.

"Hilarious," I drawled. "Oh, and we're having dinner with the Grangers tonight. So wear a nice shirt or something."

"We are?" he asked, surprised. "That'll be nice. I haven't heard from anyone, yet. It will be fun to see her."

"You know, that reminds me… before I forget… INKY!" I called out, and my loyal House Elf popped in next to me.

"Sir?" he inquired.

"I almost forgot, but you said there was a House Elf watching Harry when I went to pick him up?" I asked, and Harry turned to gawk at me.

"Yes, young master Eddy. A naughty elf."

"And you caught him, I assume?"

"Like you asked, Young Master Eddy," Inky assured me.

"Great! Why don't you bring him here. I'm curious as to why he's hanging around my friend," I said, a note of steel entering my voice.

"Um, what are you talking about?" Harry asked, confused as Inky vanished from the living room.

"I was worried about you, so I sent Inky over to the Dursleys before I came to get you today," I explained. "I wanted to make sure your aunt and uncle had kept their promises. They did, surprisingly, but that wasn't what caught my attention, nor Inky's. Apparently, there was a House Elf observing you."

"Oh," Harry said slowly, not entirely understanding the magnitude of what I'd said, but clearly aware it was a big deal.

Further talk on the matter would have to be delayed, as Inky returned to the apartment with the sharp popping sound I'd grown to be familiar with.

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