Yes and she's coming upstairs to investigate.

There was an awful moment of stillness, a period of silence that Harry dared not even breathe for fear that she would break it. The distant sound of voices and the occasional car could be heard somewhere outside the house and were like a dull roar in Harry's ears as she focused for what was inside of the house. Harry felt like she was in the clear after a few moments passed with nothing seeming to happen before-

"Vernon? Was that you?"

Her Aunt Petunia's voice rang out along with the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. Harry's heart rate spiked and she looked back a now wide-awake Vernon to meet a similar frantic gaze.

"Get under the bed!" he whispered harshly.

[Obey m-]

Harry didn't need her Oath prodding her to obey an order she was all too happy to fulfill. Harry quickly, but carefully rolled off of Vernon's bulk with the man himself easing her passage so she didn't create an audible thump. Lifting up the side the overhanging bedsheets, Harry quickly scurried underneath the bed and froze.

"Vernon? Where are- There you are!"

"H-Hello, Pet." began Vernon with only a hint of nervousness in his voice. "Didn't hear you. Just came out of the shower you see. Heard something in the freak's room and thought to check it out. Some strange smell made me feel a little lightheaded."

"Is that what that smell is?" gasped Aunt Petunia before it devolved into an angry muttering. "I know that the boy is helping us move back in but that doesn't excuse whatever this...freakishness is!"

"Absolutely, my love. God knows where the freak has gone. His stuff is still here."

"Hmph. Well we're all moved back in now and I don't see any reason why he should get a free room for any longer." scoffed her Aunt.

"Too right you are. I'll make sure to tell the freak that he's to pack his bags as soon as he comes back."

"...Perhaps we should do something about the smell?" suggested her Aunt Petunia in a tone of voice Harry had never heard her use before.

"What did you have in mind, Pet?" asked Uncle Vernon with an audible smile; it was clear that he knew what she was talking about, even if Harry still didn't.

There was a creaking of the floorboards as her Aunt stepped closer and Harry reflexively curled up into a ball, even though she knew no parts of her body were sticking out from underneath the bed.

"Well, first I was thinking that I could take care of this."

"Petunia!" hissed Uncle Vernon as her aunt did...something.

What she was doing became very apparent to Harry quickly when she heard the sounds of slurping.

"_Mmm! Haa~hnn...Shoo big! _Nice and hard! Mmm!" panted her aunt.

"Oh, God, yes! Swallow it all, love!"

'...I might be under here for a while.' thought Harry with a sinking feeling in her chest.