Petunia tried to say something but still nothing came out. Finally she nodded, but her eyes continued to glare at Alain.
"Very well," Alain said and countered the silencing charm. "Now," He started when the Dursleys were sitting on the sofa, trying to bury themselves in the back of it. "Understand zat 'Arry is 'ere not for 'is protection, but for yours."
"That's nonsense. What does he being here do for us?" Vernon asked.
"Voldemort is back and looking for 'Arry," Alain said.
"But...but he's dead," Petunia said. "He's...he's the one who Harry killed all those years ago."
"Banished yes," Alain said. "But not killed. 'E is back."
"So," Vernon said. "Even more reason for the...FR..." Vernon had to struggle with himself to get the right word, "boy to leave."
"Oh well if you truly want 'im to leave 'e will," Alain looked over at Harry. "Won't you?"
"In an instant," Harry replied.
"Then get out," Vernon said. "I don't want anything to do with your kind ever again."
"Are you really zat stupid?" Mr. Delacour asked. "If 'e leaves, zose wards fail within days."
"So?" Vernon asked but Petunia had gone very white.
"They'd look here wouldn't they?"
"Ah...so Lily didn't get all ze Evan's brains did she?" Alain replied.
Petunia had already turned to her husband. 'Vernon, they would come here looking for him."
"So we just tell him he doesn't live here anymore," Vernon stated.
Alain shook his head slightly as he let out a sigh. He'd had to deal with difficult people before, but outright stupidity always bothered him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small book and laid it on the table in front of the sofa. With a wave of his wand it grew several sizes.
"Ze people who would come 'ere are called Death Eaters," He started. "Zey think muggles, zat is non-magical people like you, are just animals," He opened the book to the first page. There was a very graphic picture from a magical newspaper. "Zis is one of zeir favorite ways to kill muggles. Eet is called the bowel removal hex. Zey usually wrap ze bowels around zeir victim's neck once zey are dead. See zat's it around zat man's neck," He turned the page and four people lay dead in the next photo. "It took a day for ze Aurors to discover zat zese muggles died because someone transfigured zeir brains into grass as a joke," Page after page of muggles who had been killed by Death Eaters in gruesome or bizarre manners were shown to the Dursleys. Alain finally looked at the Dursleys. "Of course zere is always ze torture curse which feels like a million white 'ot needles sticking in you all at once," He shrugged "Now if 'Arry stays for two weeks, ze wards will stay up until September when ze world will know 'e is back at school or 'e can leave now. Eet is your choice."
Harry almost laughed as Vernon and Petunia even offered their bedroom to Harry and his girlfriends. When the Dursleys were told Harry and the young ladies would be staying in a tent in the back yard, Vernon offered to get the tent and help set it up. When the tent was finally up with muggle repelling charms set around the door and the teens trunks in place in the rooms of the tent, Alain had some final words to Vernon and Petunia.
"My eldest daughter, she is of legal age," He said. "She can and will do magic. Do not insult 'er, do not insult any of zem or I will be back and you will very much regret it. Zough I think if you do insult 'er or any of zose young women, 'Arry will make you regret it."
Vernon looked nervously at the man but nodded.
"I do 'ave to ask one question zough. Petunia, you knew what a wizard could do," Alain started. "Did you really think zat if you abused 'Arry like you did, 'e wouldn't someday come back and destroy you? You are very very fortunate zat young man is who 'e is. I tried to tell 'im to let you be; let ze wards fail. I think you will find in ze long run you will owe your lives to 'im as well," With those words, Alain Delacour left the Dursleys. He bid the young bondmates goodnight, and strolled back to the limousine. There were still plenty of neighbors around asking questions. Jean Pierre had been busy answering those questions as he had been rehearsed to do. Never again would the people of Privet Drive believe Harry Potter was anything less than a hero.
"Jean Pierre, Mr. Potter is safely with 'is relatives, I think we can leave now."
As the limousine drove away, Alain Delacour felt like he did a good job. He just wondered why no one had stuck up for the boy earlier.
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