⚠️Implied sexual activity and death⚠️

3rd Person POV

Lavender woke up in her bed. She couldn't remember how she got there, as the last thing she could remember was doing her homework in the commen room the night before. She reached out the for her wand, which she normally kept on her bedside table. Hermione's  bed was next to hers, and she could clearly see a redhead sprawled across the bed. Ron's freckled back was on display, the bed cover luckily covering his lower half. Lavender sighed, and grabbed her wand casting a tempus.

'7.46'

Lavender's eyes opened wide; breakfast was nearly over. She got up and grabbed her uniform from yesterday that was on the end of her bed. She rushed into the bathroom, dressing herself as she went. She threw her pink pyjamas on the floor. She used the toilet, and grabbed her makeup bag under the sink. She forgot that magic existed for a second, and dropped her makeup bag on the counter. Lavender picked up her wand, and cast a simple makeup spell. She then grabbed her favourite headband and put it on.

She left the bathroom, and stared at Ron for a minute. They were the only people in there - even Hermione had left them. Lavender then realised something - if boy has tried to get upstairs, it would turn to a slide. How on earth did he get up there? It was then when she noticed something, sticking up from under the bed. It looks like a bundle of twigs, but Lavender knew it was Ron's terrible broom. He must have flown up somehow, and managed not to activate the stairs. She shook her head, and walked over to her bed. She threw the pyjamas back over the end of the bed. She grabbed her bag, realising she must have packed her stuff the night before, as her bag was very heavy. She looked at Ron; if he wouldn't get up, then so be it. She walks past him, and threw her bag on her shoulder. She look back at Ron, before running down the stairs to breakfast.

The common room was empty, with only a few seventh years try to revise for the upcoming N.E.W.Ts. Lavender ran across the room and scrambled through the portrait hole. She took quickest route down to the great hall, going against the flow of students going back to their common rooms after having breakfast. She entered the Great Hall to half empty tables. She sat down next to Hermione, giving her and knowing look while putting down her bag. Lavender grabbed a slice of toast and some blueberry jam. She turned to Hermione to start a conversation, despite the fact that only had 25 minutes until class started.

"Hello Lavender, have you seen Ron this morning?" Hermione questioned as Lavender spread the jam on her toast.

"Yes, I have. He was lying on you bed, asleep. Do tell why he is there." As Hermione answered, Lavender felt a pair of eyes on her. She looked up, and saw a jet black head of hair turn towards Dean. Lavender knew Harry had been looking at her, and that had something to do with why she can't remember much of last night.

"...and then, yes, we did it!" This caught Lavender's attention, and all thoughts of Harry left her mind.

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Stanley sat in his office, looking through the list of people who haven't paid the monthly electrical bills. Surprisingly, the Dursley family of no.4 Privet Drive was on the list. Stanley was shocked at this, as Mrs. Dursley always make sure the bills paid on time. Stanley made a decision see if everything was ok. He left the building, waving goodbye to his colleagues. He drove to Little Whinging in his old Ford Anglia. He could have sworn he saw it in the sky few years ago, but he passes off as a trick of the light.

He arrived at Privet Drive and saw the car was in the driveway, and yet he saw a 'for sale' sign outside. They hadn't signified they were moving. He got out of his car, and walked up to the door. He knocked, expecting someone to answer. Instead, there was a shout, and the door opened by itself. Stanley stepped through the door, his light brown hair swaying as the wind blew the door shut.

"I'm in the living room." Stanley stepped forward, weary of his surroundings. He entered the living room, and what he saw was unexpected. He visited the Dursleys once before, when they had paid the bill too early (Petunia said: "I just wanted to get it done so we wouldn't have to do it later."), and so he remembered what they looked like.

However, when he walked into the living room, he saw a man sitting in the armchair, his tongue licking his lips at random intervals, sticking in and out of his mouth like a snake.

"Who are you?" the man questioned. Stanley could tell he wasn't a pleasant person, but he wasn't afraid.

"Stanley Bolton, Mr Dursley."

"Oh, I'm not Mr. Dursley. He, unfortunately, passed away recently, as well as his wife and son, and I am taking care of their affairs."

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. Have you been staying here?"

"Yes, I have. Why are you here?"

"The electrical bill hasn't been paid."

"Is that important?" Stanley had to suppress his laughter. This man looked genuinely confused, and Stanley thought everyone knew that electrical bills were important.

"I'd say so, if you don't pay it before the end of this month you'll lose electricity."

"What is electricity, exactly?" This time Stanley did laugh. Wasn't everyone taught what it is, how it works, and what it does in year 3 or something? (7-8 years old)  This man gave him a look, one that told him to stop, but Stanley, being filled with toxic masculinity, took it in his stride, and kept laughing.

All of a sudden, this man got up out of his chair, and pointed a stick at Stanley.  Stanley immediately stopped laughing - he knew he had made a terrible mistake.

"You've made a mistake. I see, now the bills will never get paid." Stanley's confidence had drained away, and backed into the wall, the stick pointing at his neck. (imagine Draco in the third film just before he got punched by Hermione)

"Or maybe they will. But I can assure you, you won't live to see the day." If Stanley could look more afraid, he would.

"Avada Kedavra!" the man  poked the body with his toe; Stanley was dead. He went over to a writing-desk, and wrote a letter.

My Lord,

Do you need anymore Inferi? I have a body that I can't think of what to do with.

Barty C.Jr 

A/N - that was long (1145 words)

very much a filler chapter, see what happened to Lavender, see what's going to happen to n.4 now the Dursleys are dead

I had a creative burst, so here you go

peace ✌