Interruption - It's Uncle Vernon

"BOY!"

Before Harry could start "investigating" his new body parts, a dull thumping of rapidly approaching footsteps caused him to turn towards the door before it flew open to reveal his scowling Uncle Vernon. Harry yelped, though it came out more like a girly shriek, as he reflexively covered his crotch, inadvertently baring his tantalizing breasts towards his corpulent uncle.

Vernon POV

Vernon stopped dead in his tracks as he dumbly took in the sight of the beautiful naked redhead standing in his loathsome nephew's room. Weirdly familiar, but entrancing emerald eyes were wide in fear as she attempted to preserve what little modesty she had. The girl only seemed to be covering her crotch, but Vernon's discerning eyes could tell that she kept it nice and smooth, though even if she had a forest, those ample tits of hers would've been more than enough to pass his approval.

Despite giving him a nice show, it still didn't answer the question of who the bloody hell she was.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" His eyes narrowed as he scanned the room looking for that stupid freak nephew of his and sneered when he only found some ancient-looking cauldron sitting in the middle of the room. Vernon contained the shudder at the sheer unnaturalness it gave off of and focused his glare on the girl. "Well? Out with it, girl!"

She hesitates before answering him, stirring up his anger even more, though it had the side-effect of drawing his attention to her rather plump lips as they contorted into a hesitant frown. "I'm Harry...'s girlfriend."

Vernon snorted and waved his hands dismissively, "A freak landing a woman like you? No. I'd sooner believe you're some tart he picked up off of the streets and considering you're standing here in my house naked..."

The girl's cheeks coloured with anger and she retorted hotly, "I am not a prostitute!"

Vernon chuckled as he sauntered forward, causing the mysterious trollop to back up until she hit the bed and plopped down onto it so that Vernon was now looming over her. "Right, of course. You're his girlfriend. And where did my nephew go, hm? Why'd he leave a pretty little thing like you all by yourself?"

And seeing no real reason not to, Vernon casually grabbed hold of one of the lying tart's breasts and started to roughly knead it.

"Ohhhh..." she moaned like a whore at his touch, only further confirming Vernon's theory that this girl really was a prostitute.