Harry walked into Gringotts knowing he was facing a couple of conversations that he was not looking forward to. He met Griphook who informed him they had traced the Dumbledore croft only to find it deserted. They were checking financial records going back decades looking to see if they had bought any other boltholes.
He entered the Dursleys room and was immediately bombarded with questions.
"Dudley's fine, as expected prison scared him but he was no sooner free than his old habits returned. He sexually assaulted our fitness instructor twice! Dudley has no concept of proper behaviour or his place in society, he's been told all his life he's special and thinks all females should just fall at his feet. Dudley has been given anything and everything he's ever wanted so believes this is normal and can't comprehend when something is denied him."
Petunia had been crying all through Harry's explanation while Vernon just looked grey.
"I'm sorry but at the moment he can't stay with us, it's to dangerous around so many witches and wizards until he learns that grabbing a woman's breast or bum is not part of refined conversation."
"Is there anything we can do?" asked Vernon.
"Hermione told me her parents are friends with someone who's a psychiatrist and we really think he needs professional help. The problem is what to do with him meantime?"
"Couldn't he stay here with us?" asked Petunia.
"The healer has told me that may hold back your recovery, we all know Dudley can be a bit of a handful."
"Yes we understand that but we're his parents and it's time to start facing up to our responsibilities."
Vernon's words left Harry glad he was sitting down because the shock would surely have knocked his legs out from under him. "Ok, how's this for a plan? We bring Dudley here but dangle the carrot of the island depending on his behaviour. We have a guest house that you three could move into and gradually introduce you into the company, start off with a lunch and take it from there. I'll get the Grangers to contact their friend and see if we can entice them over, after all the stuff that's happened lately we could all do with having a chat with a psychiatrist."
Both Dursleys seemed really pleased with this so Harry left for his other 'meeting' – the one he really wasn't looking forward to.
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Narcissa had listened to him whine for five minutes and couldn't help drawing parallels with Draco's 'Potter's on the Quidditch team' or 'the mudblood transfigured her match into a needle.' Nothing was ever fair and circumstances were always conspiring against them.
"You remind me of my son," she said.
"How?" asked Dudley, "what's he like?"
"He was very much like you, always got whatever he wanted but it was never enough. That girl you were drooling over during lunch was his betrothed and even that didn't make him happy"
"Where is he now?" Dudley asked.
"He's dead, like you he couldn't control his behaviour and was beheaded for his mistake. That woman you sexually assaulted is my niece, and the only reason your still breathing is because she admires Harry who happens to be related to you."
She turned to one of the elves that Harry insisted be in the room and asked him to bring some papers. She then put the requested paper in front of Dudley; it was the Prophet issue after the wedding.
Dudley watched amazed as the window exploded in the picture.
"This was their wedding which was attacked by people who weren't to happy with them," said Narcissa as she put the issue showing the perpetrators lined up dead in Diagon Alley.
She pointed to Greengrass, "this was the ringleader, that piece of glass almost killed Hermione's father. Harry carried it about with him until he could stick it into Greengrass's head."
Dudley now knew what he'd eaten for lunch because he puked it back up and all over the picture.
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