Harry Potter and the Flying Squad (01) - Sahits

Aunt Petunia turned, stared at Harry's wand. Slowly, two trembling hands approached her
own throat.
Dudley was trying the impossible - to shrink in place until his enormous body would no
longer be exposed to the scene.
"You will listen to me!" Harry stared at his uncle. "You never have - but now you must ... I'm
stuck with you, and you're stuck with me. I cannot change it, not until school starts again ...
Until then, you can give me duties and errands to perform - up to a maximum of four hours a
day. It's my payment for my room and the food I get - probably an overpayment, but so what
... And it's four hours more than your own son is giving."
Dudley showed the good sense not to move nor to speak.
"Outside these four hours, I'm on my own ... Whatever that means - it certainly means I'm not
at your command ... You won't see much of me, for the better of all of us."
Harry glanced at Aunt Petunia whose hands had found their destination. "I'll change a few
things in my room, and while using it, I'll develop a normal level of noise, until I feel like
sleeping ... If that bothers you, get used to it."
Uncle Vernon tried another impossible - to break the stupefying spell.
"What you say about me, or my parents, while I'm not around is up to you - what I can't hear,
I don't care about. But - if you ever insult me again, I'll make you regret it."
Harry's voice dropped to a strangled hissing. "And if I ever again hear you insulting my
parents, you will dearly wish you hadn't."
He rose from his chair. "Don't expect the authorities to be coming around just because I keep
you at bay with a little spell. They have their own problems right now." His wand pointed at
Uncle Vernon. "Enervate."
For a second, nothing happened.
"Any orders for today?"
Uncle Vernon was moving. "Wait a second, I'll give you orders!" His face showed the fear of
God - still, he seemed driven by an impulse impossible to suppress. "You son of a ..."
He stopped in mid-sentence, and mid-step - staring at Harry's wand.
"That was close ..." Harry's face showed calm determination. "As a last warning, today's four
hours are cancelled - I have to do business anyway."
He went out.
* * *
Walking down the street, he tried to come up with an idea how to get a table, a chair, a few
other items like bookshelves ... His own money - wizard money - wouldn't buy him the
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