Harry Potter, Pensieve Memory, 1989 Spring

[harriedpotter]

Name: Harry Potter

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[lutra_teneans]

(determinedly brisk, eyes slightly unfocused with anger)
You only have to see them one more time, though, right?

[harriedpotter]

Yes, and Ron's decided to come with me this time.

Not that they have the nerve to lock me in the cupboard anymore. I couldn't do magic at home, but they hardly knew that.

[lutra_teneans]

Good. I'd come too, only I have to, you know, at home. And that whole girl-boy thing; no reason to make them even sniffier.

And he's of age now, so he--not that I'm saying he should do anything, but it's always better not to be bluffing.

[harriedpotter]

Right. Well, I mean, I would have invited you, but... right. I don't think they'd even allow it.

And Dudley would probably flirt with you. *makes a face*

*laughs*
They saw me blow up my aunt, so I think they believe me.

[lutra_teneans]

I'm surprised they're allowing Ron. I'd say bring it up if they make trouble about him, but they don't seem the compromising sort, from what you've said; it'd probably just make them put their collective foot down.

(eyes widen in appalled disbelief)
But--but I'm a witch! Wouldn't that make me just as bad to him as being muggle-born does to those decrepit families?

You know the Ministry, Harry. If you do any magic in a muggle area before you're of age, they won't care we've d-decided not to go back, they'll say you're expelled and send people to break your wand.

[harriedpotter]

Allowing is a strong word... *looks a little shifty* There might've been a bit of arm twisting to get them to let him come. Dumbledore put the fear of God into them last year, though.

*laughs* You're a girl. I'm not sure he sees much beyond that right now.

I know. I know. But they don't know that. Besides, as you said, Ron can use magic.

[lutra_teneans]

(broad smile, just a little sad)
That must have been marvelous.

(looks pained)
Isn't he about your age?

(nods)
I'm just glad you'll have your bases covered.

[harriedpotter]

*smiles, but looks a little distant, like he's compartmentalizing his feelings*
It really was. He'd charmed drinks for them, because they needed one, but they wouldn't take them, so the glasses kept knocking them in the heads more insistantly.

*nods*
Yeah, he is. But he's... I'm... I have bigger issues on my mind and he really doesn't.

I'm trying to keep my bases covered, but I don't think it'll be a big issue.

[lutra_teneans]

Did they ever stop?

(looks a little depressed)
Yes. Good point. Well--I hope it's all right if I don't think too hard about Dudley Dursley falling easily into the category of relative innocents we're trying to protect.

(nods)
Probably not. I just keep thinking about that dementor; no one expected that.

[harriedpotter]

*tries to remember if they took the drinks*
He said they'd stop if they took them...

*nods and shrugs*
He doesn't know any better. I don't know. Dumbledore said that the Dursleys spoiled him, made him turn out that way. I don't like him, I don't like them, but I wouldn't see them dead. With pig's tails, yes, but not dead or enslaved.

*tilts his head, too wrapped up in the present to recall it*
Which dementor?

[lutra_teneans]

(nods)
No, of course not.

The one Umbridge set on you summer before fifth year.

[harriedpotter]

*hates that he's had so many dementor encounters that he has to ask which one*

Oh. Right. Well, that sort of thing can only really happen when I'm out of the house, if I understand it correctly. But Ron will have my back when we go out and... right.