A fine drizzle began to fall again from the sky, the cool raindrops gently rousing Dudley from his stupor.
He stared blankly at Petunia, full of confusion. His mother was saying the strangest things. Allie was still alive, standing right there in front of her. There were clearly four people here, not just her alone... His mother sounded as though she were speaking through Allie to someone else, someone he couldn't see. The thought made Dudley shiver involuntarily.
"Aunt Petunia, let go of Allie! She doesn't look right at all." Harry tried desperately to pry his aunt's tight grip away from Allie's hand, but where they touched seemed glued together with superglue, impossible to pull apart.
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