He let her pull him to one side to let the adults enter, even as he shook his head slightly and cocked it towards the cupboard door. Her eyes narrowed, and she edged closer to the closet, her wand tucked in her sleeve.
“Hello Petunia.” Mari said coldly. “It’s been a long time.”
Petunia’s nostrils flared as her head jerked up, making her look even more horse like. “Marigold. Why are you darkening my doorstep after all of these years?”
Mari didn’t reply, merely raising a brow at Remus, who cleared his throat pompously. “My name is Romulus Moon, from the law firm of Moon, Paddleton, and Prongsby.” He announced, his accents and voice exaggeratedly crisp and posh. “And, to cut right to it, you’ve been served.” He held out a stack of papers. In his other hand, his wand flashed to point straight at Vernon. “Dursley, this has nothing to do with you. Sit down and be silent.” He warned, even as he suited actions to words and forced the other man down, freezing him in place and placing a Silencing spell on him for good measure.
“In other words, Tuney, I’m suing you.” Mari said sweetly.
“What? Why? We never wanted the boy in the first place – take him, please!”
“Oh, I will. Along with your house, car, and everything else of value to you.” She snapped, her brown eyes flashing with fury. “Thirteen years, Petunia, that you had Lily’s child. How dare you?”
“He’s a freak, just like she was! An abomination, unnatural and strange! It’s not my fault that old man Dumbledorff forced the brat on us! Some nonsense about blood wards, even though I tried to tell him that I shared no common blood or bond with Lily! Stupid fool never returned, and I had no way of contacting him even if I wanted to!” Petunia said shrilly. “I also had no way of contacting you, you useless cow, so don’t you dare take that high and mighty tone with me!”
Beside Hermione, Harry slumped against the wall. “Blood wards.” He whispered. “Why is blood so damn important to these people?”
“I don’t know, Harry.” She replied quietly, touching his arm to get his attention. “Hey, look at me.”
He reluctantly met her gaze, those green eyes full of anguish and hot anger, and her heart broke for him. She pulled him into a hug, ignoring the byplay and arguing of the adults.
“Hey. All that matters right now is the blood that we apparently share.” She said, managing a tremulous smile. “Your mum and mine were sisters! Harry, that makes us cousins. We were already family – or getting close to it – so this just makes it official. You and me against the world. You can be the beauty, and I’ll be the muscle and brains.” She teased, flexing an arm just to make him laugh.
“After that right hook on Malfoy, I’m fine with that. Next encounter with a bad guy, I’m standing behind you.”
She snorted; it was more likely that he would try to shove her out of the way. “You know as well as I do that we’ll be shoulder to shoulder, protecting each other’s backs, same as we always do.” She met his gaze and held it, until he nodded reluctantly. They both turned to the still arguing adults, watching quietly for a minute.