No, Vernon wakes up fully

With a grunt, Harry’s obese uncle slowly lumbered to his feet, his heavy, limp cock swinging in the air as he glanced down at Harry’s form, still splayed out on the bed, ample tits and soaked pussy on full display. He leered down at her, cock stirring, but reluctantly shook the desire to use her whoreish body away for now.

“Stay right there while I deal with Pet” He grunted out, pulling his slacks back on and heading to the door “Pet darling! I’m right here, I was just dealing with something in the freaks room-“ He shouted, a smile on his face and his voice fading away as he shut the door behind him.

Harry tried to move, thinking maybe she could get dressed whilst she dealt with his, her, situation. But the gossamer strands, formerly so faint and light against her magic and soul, had thickened and tightened around her, freezing her in place until she was allowed to leave once again.

She could feel they were still fragile, if she really tried, if she pushed she could break those bonds and escape... but, she was still so tired. Maybe it was a good idea to just stay here. She settled back down into the bed, the smell of Vernon and the stench of his cum still thick in the air as she slowly fell into a light slumber, the bonds of her thrice sworn vow wrapping tighter around her being, thickening minutely.