Aunt Petunia

It was not who harry expected once the door was fully open. already preparing for another beating considering his uncle was just bashing on his door moments ago. His aunt was a lithe woman of early 40's, the prime already past and her attempt at clinging to her youth fading each year. Despite having a plain face with a nose larger than what suits. Her body however was in fine shape, it was clear she took care of herself in that department and when she applied the right level of make up and allowed her long red hair to flow, she might even be considered good looking.

This was lost on harry as he sat on the bed bewildered at what transpired with Dobby, along side the pain wracking his body he only manages to look at his aunt with one good eye, pleading for help as he sits back trying to find a spot that is at least a little comfortable.

placing a tray on the bed, with a bowl of soup and 2 slices of buttered bread the smell invading his nose reminding him that he had not eaten in days. "I thought you would at least be hungry" a small act of kindness before she exits leaving him to suffer alone. a muffled thanks reaching her ears before exiting.

Reaching out for the bowl with unsteady hands before quickly devouring it, uncaring that it was too hot to consume and burnt his mouth. Only realising towards the end that it was cream of chicken soup. His eye turns to Hedwig in her cage, guilt at not letting her free today before passing out from the pain.

The next day waking to streaming sunlight plastering through his window, the pain from the night before no less intense groaning with every movement.

his reminiscing of previous events is broken, mind being taken back to the library of 12 Grimaud place as a sharp sting followed by a radiating heat originates from the palm of his left hand. The one currently wiping away dust off an old tomb. The book is bound in a midnight black leather it's title weathered likely from age but a golden circle rests in the middle with a silver point that protrudes out slightly. a redness coating the silver before disappearing quickly. "ouch this book just bit me" his voice carrying as he drops it to the floor to shake his hand.

A reply from somewhere else in the library responds, "Really harry? you had broken bones when we found you, and now you are complaining about a paper cut?" footsteps can be heard coming closer. "books don't bite people harry". Is the follow up response, a light mirth to the voice. even as the heat radiates across his whole body, making him ever so slightly light-headed. "yeah well this one did Hermione" the brunette turning the corner to reach harry.

Mousy Brown hair, that falls down in waves across her delicate face. darker brown orbs that draw someone in gaze back at him. a slightly upturned quizzical look as she tries to contain back laughter. Her body hidden beneath baggy clothes.

Not wanting her to think him more foolish, holds up his palm to show her the mark it left "look see, it bit me" allowing Hermione to grab his wrist and inspect his palm. "there is nothing Harry, maybe you still have a slight concussion?" the worry now clear in her voice even as the amusement can still be heard.

checking his palm first and seeing nothing, grabs the book to check that, likewise seeing nothing. "i am sure Hermione, i don't understand this". opening the book seeing only the title and nothing else. "Byzantyne curse" flicking through the pages reveals nothing else. "ever heard of the Byzantyne curse?" pointing to the title.

looking to where harry was pointing "i don't see where you are pointing too harry, but i have never come across that curse... where did you hear about it?" interested in potentially learning something new, as she shifts slightly from one foot to the other. harry eyes glancing down *I wonder what she hides under that baggy jumper?* his cock hardening under his jeans.

shaking his head trying to clear the thought away *where did that come from?* even as his members grows harder. "it's written here" continuing to point to the same spot. deducing that only he is able to read it for some reason.