Chapter 2

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
                          
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As they watched Mrs Figg approaching them, Y/N and Harry made stow of their wands hurriedly out of sight, but-
                          
"Don't put it away, both of you!" Mrs Figg shrieked, "What if there are more of them around!?" 
                          
Y/N practically gaped at Mrs Figg, curiously glancing over to Harry then back to Mrs Figg. Both of them stunned as Mrs Figg motioned closer towards them. 
                          
"What?" Harry said blankly.
                          
"Dementors, you idiot boy!" Mrs Figgs huffed, "We've got to get you two back! Oh trouble this is going to cause."
                          
Y/N still couldn't understand what was going on, how did Mrs Figg, an batty old cat-obsessed neighbour knew what Dementors were. "Wait, how do you know-"
                          
"You're- you're a witch!" Harry exclaimed, but Mrs Figg shook her head in return. "I'm a Squib." she told, "oh, what's Dumbledore going to say about this.."
                          
"You!" she shrieked at Dudley, who was still supine on the ground, "Get your fat bottom off the ground, quick!"
                          
"You know Dumbledore?" Y/N questioned, staring intently at her.
                          
"Of course, I know Dumbledore, who doesn't know Dumbledore?" she scoffed, "But come on- I'll be no help if they come back, I've never so much as transfigured a teabag."
                          
"Get up! You useless lump, get up!" she ordered, but Dudley remained on the ground, trembling with an ashen-face, his mouth shut tightly together.
                          
"I'll do it." Y/N told as she took one of Dudley's massive arms before glancing over to Harry, "Could use some help here."
                          
Harry nodded as he quickly motioned to Dudley's other arm, both of them swinging each of his massive arms around their shoulders and with enormous effort, they managed to hoist him up onto his feet.
                          
She and Harry dragged Dudley towards the road as Mrs Figg tottered along in front of them, peering her head anxiously around the corner.
                          
"Keep your wand out." she told Y/N and Harry as they turned down to Wisteria walk, "oh, this was exactly what Dumbledore was afraid of...don't put your wands away, don't I keep telling you that I'm no use?"
                          
It was a struggle to keep her wand up while trying to haul Dudley's weight along the street, she even tried to give Dudley a hard jab to his rib, but no response as she and Harry continued to drag his elephant sized feet along the ground.
                          
"Why didn't you tell me you're a Squib, Mrs Figg?" Harry asked, panting slightly with the effort to keep walking, "All those times I came around your house in third year, why didn't you say anything?"
                          
"Dumbledore's orders.I'm sorry I gave you such a miserable time, Harry. But the Dursleys would never let you come if they'd thought you enjoyed it....but oh my word." she told tragically, "How am I going to tell Dumbledore what's happened? I can't Apparate."