here it goes a short update plz don't be mad at me for tha length........
Vernon looked up at Petunia who, as Harry expected, looked back at her husband in complete bewilderment.
“Hey Dad, where’re the chops?” Harry heard Dudley ask as he reached the top of the stairs. “They’re not in the –”
He waited for the sentence to be finished, but all he heard was a loud squeak and the sound of the kitchen door slamming shut. Harry managed to keep a straight face as Petunia led the three of them into Harry’s old room, but again, Ron couldn't’t suppress a choked laugh.
“Despite the fact that he’s a good friend of yours,” began Petunia as she shut the door. “I will never forgive that man for doing that to Dudley.”
“Erm...” stammered Harry, trying to find something to say. Petunia waved him off.
“What’s going on?” she asked seriously. “I’m well aware that you would’ve never come back here unless it was extremely important.”
“It is,” nodded Harry. “And I can’t tell you just yet...first I need you to get the jewelry that you said was my mother’s.”
“Harry...”
“Aunt Petunia,” said Harry seriously. “This is incredibly important, and potentially life-threatening if I don’t deal with it right now.”
“He’s telling the truth, Mrs. Dursley,” added Hermione.
“Very well,” nodded Petunia after a second. “I’ll be right back.”
She was gone less than a minute, returning to the room with a small wooden box in her hands.
“Everything that Dumbledore gave to me is in here,” she said, handing the box to him. Harry opened it and peered inside, ignoring the dust that flew into the air when he did so.
“Hermione,” he said. “You know what I’m looking for. Is it in there?”
She peered into the box from next to him and shifted the contents slightly with her index finger. Harry’s heart sank when she made no indication, but suddenly she gasped and looked at him
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“May I?” she asked. Harry nodded fervently and Hermione reached into box, carefully removing an exquisite bracelet, made entirely of long sapphires connected by rings of gold.
“I’ve always liked that one,” said Petunia as Harry took the bracelet from Hermione, staring at it with wide eyes. “Never saw your mother wearing it, though.”
“Bloody hell,” exclaimed Ron in a whisper. “Is that what I think that is?”
“Yeah,” replied Harry in an equally awed voice. As he stared into the sapphires he swore that he could see an evil presence lurking inside them.
“Let me check it first,” said Hermione, drawing her wand. “Hold it flat in your palm.”
Harry did as Hermione asked as she murmured something under her breath and hovered her wand over his hand. For a moment nothing happened, and then Hermione’s wand glowed a sickening bright green.
“Can you let me in on what’s going on here?” asked Petunia, eyebrows raised. Harry shook himself back to reality and handed the bracelet back to Hermione.
“That,” he said pointing at the circlet of gold and gems, “Never belonged to my mother.”