hug the couple with great affection, the same way she used to hug Charlus and Dorea. He
frowned at the memory, a part of him wondering how Mia's heart had been large enough
to not only include all the strays she picked up along her path—James, Sirius, and himself
at the forefront—but a second set of parents, ones that she loved with as much energy as
she did this first pair. There seemed to be no limit to her affection.
"Well, shall we do it, then?" Arthur asked.
"Yeah, I reckon so, Arthur," Moody said.
The entire group, Hermione now included, approached Lily's sister and her family.
"Good afternoon," Arthur said brightly as he smiled at Vernon, who glared back at
him. "You might remember me; my name's Arthur Weasley. We thought we'd just have a
few words with you about Harry."
"Yeah," Moody said. "About how he's treated when he's at your place."
Remus watched closely as Vernon's moustache twitched at the obvious implication.
He glared at the man just for existing. Glancing down at Hermione, he saw she was offering
the Muggle the same expression as he was.
"I am not aware that it is any of your business what goes on in my house."
"I expect what you're not aware of would fill several books, Dursley," Moody
snapped.
"Anyway, that's not the point," Dora interjected, stepping forward. Petunia stepped
away from her, gaping in horror at the bright pink hair. "The point is, if we find out you've
been horrible to Harry―"
"And make no mistake, we will hear about it," Remus added almost pleasantly,
grinning a little when Vernon's attention was drawn to him. He purposely forced his eyes
to shift gold, hoping to remind the Muggle that yes, they had met, and yes, he was still just
as dangerous as he had been back then, and that yes, all threats he made years ago still
applied.
"Yes, even if you won't let Harry use the fellytone," Arthur began.
"Telephone," Hermione whispered.
"Yeah, if we get any hint that Potter's been mistreated in any way, you'll have us to
answer to," Moody said.
"Are you threatening me, sir?" Vernon asked, so loudly that passers-by actually
turned to stare.
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