the_debt_of_time

The cupboard under the fucking stairs.
"I'd like to make an agreement with you," Mia offered, setting her glass of
champagne on the table. When Vernon's moustache bristled, she held a hand up. "Oh no,
see, you have no need to speak right now because I'll be saying my piece regardless of what
you have to say." Her voice was calm and collected though she knew that her eyes were
blazing. "I promise you, Vernon Dursley, that you will hear nothing of our world or
my kind unless under the direst of circumstances, at which point you will
be absolutely agreeable. If you are not, you will have me to deal with."
Vernon glared at her, unafraid. It was very stupid of him. "Am I supposed to feel
threatened by a little girl like you?"
"Yes. You are."
When Vernon gaped at her, dumbstruck, his mouth opening and closing like a fish,
Mia smiled at him.
"Mr Dursley, my own kind have the intelligence to feel threatened by me,
and they have wands to defend themselves. I know you struggle with intelligence," she said
plainly, ignoring the way Petunia gasped, "so I will speak slowly and use small words."
Leaning across the table, she made eye contact with the man, daring him to look away from
her. "Let me make something painfully clear to you: if you cause any member of my family
a single moment of pain, I will use my freakish magic to go inside that little brain of yours
and hollow the whole goddamned thing out."
Vernon stared at her in absolute silence.
If Mia had not seen the beaded sweat on his forehead, she might have thought that
her words had not sank in. She was equally pleased that Petunia was shaking. Sitting back
in her chair, Mia turned her sparkling smile on as a feeling of pride washed over her. She
wished like hell that her mother could have been there to see that. She wished
that Harry could have seen that.
Vernon and Mia were interrupted in their stare-down by Petunia's shrieks. "Oh
goodness! Get that beast away!"
A large black dog approached the table, a bouquet of flowers in his mouth.
"That better not be what I think it is, Padfoot," Mia said, glaring down at the dog,
who proceeded to drop Lily's bouquet into her lap. "I'm returning this," she insisted,
grabbing the flowers and standing up, eager to give them back to Lily. She smiled politely