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Chapter XX
30th September, 1991

#4 Privet Drive, Surrey
“Petunia did you hear about...” Mrs. Thomas of #8 cast a glare towards the front door, frustrated to have her gossip session interrupted. Little did she know that the juicy gossip about to be imparted would very soon be replaced with a much more scandalous bit of news.
“Excuse me Evelyn, won’t you,” Petunia said as she stood to answer the door. Whoever this was had better have important business or they would feel the sharp side of her tongue. “Yes?” she asked as she opened the door. Tradesmen, she thought as she took in the sight of two strangers standing on her step.
“Mrs. Petunia Dursley, nee Evans?” one asked.
Startled, Petunia hesitantly confirmed her identity. The moment she replied Petunia found herself forced backwards as the men entered her home. “What is the meaning of this?” she fearfully demanded. Was this some sort of robbery or perhaps they intended to kidnap her for ransom?
“Mrs. Dursley we are from Child Protective Services,” the other one said. “I am Rodger Custos, this is Kingsley Shacklebolt,” he continued, making introductions.
Petunia’s confusion was clearly written upon her face. “I don’t understand, what could you want with me?”
“We are here to investigate allegations of abuse against your nephew Harry James Potter,” Rodger informed her.
A gasp from behind Petunia alerted the two wizards to the presence of another while simultaneously reminding Mrs. Dursley of her guest. “I’m afraid we’ll have to continue our visit later Evelyn,” Petunia apologized, her pale face reddening in humiliation. She had considered asking the other woman to remain silent but had quickly dismissed the thought. Petunia knew the request would be politely agreed to and promptly ignored.
“Of course Petunia,” Evelyn acknowledged the dismissal though she desperately wanted to remain. Oh to be a fly on the wall! “I do hope all will be well dear,” she continued. Making her farewells she quickly left the Dursley home, eager to spread the newest bit of gossip.
“I’m afraid you’ve been misinformed gentlemen, my nephew doesn’t live here,” Petunia coldly informed the two men.
“Oh we’re quite aware of that Mrs. Dursley,” Rodger said, his tone equally cold. “It was Lord Potter himself who contacted us requesting an investigation.”
“Lord Potter? I don’t know any Lord Potter,” Petunia nearly screeched.
“Your nephew has taken up his title as head of an Ancient and Noble family,” Rodger explained.
Petunia narrowed her eyes at the men. “You’re freaks,” she spat the accusation. “How dare you impersonate...”
“Madam I assure you we are impersonating no one,” Rodger cut her off mid-sentence. “Auror Shacklebolt if you would,” he said turning to the other man and making a sweeping gesture.
“Of course,” Kingsley nodded. Taking out his wand he ignored the outraged gasp from Mrs. Dursley as he began casting various spells. These were particular spells known only to Aurors and Child Protective workers. The purpose of the spells was quite simple, once cast they would reveal any and all activities involving the alleged suspect or victim within a previous amount of time to a maximum of fifteen years. The spells were classified in order to prevent suspects creating counter spells. So important was it to keep these spells under wraps that when those who knew of them left the service they were obliviated of the knowledge.
“I don’t know who you people think you are but you have no right to harass decent people,” Petunia said, once more repeating the protest that fell on deaf ears.
Rodger ignored the woman’s screeching protests as he watched his partner working. Though he remained with their suspect he could see the results of Kingsley’s spells and he knew by the colours he was seeing that proof of Lord Potter’s accusations had been discovered. Finally, to Rodger’s relief, his partner returned to the living room where he and Mrs. Dursley had waited.
Kingsley stepped into the room, a long piece of parchment held in his hand. Presenting the paper to his partner the tall, regal looking black wizard turned towards their suspect. “Mrs. Dursley you are under arrest,” he contemptuously informed the woman.
“You haven’t the authority,” Petunia sneered. “I’m not one of you.”
“No” ,Kingsley agreed, “but you had a magical child in your care and as such you are subject to our laws. Please turn around and place your hands behind your back.” As the majority of child abuse cases involved muggleborns Aurors sent on such investigations were well prepared for operating within the muggle world.
“I will not,” Petunia refused. She knew her rights and knew they weren’t allowed to perform magic against or in sight of normal people.
With a shrug Kingsley placed a hand on her shoulder, spinning her around and bringing her arms behind her. Drawing out a pair of handcuffs he quickly snapped them around her wrists.
“What are you doing? You can’t do this to me, I demand you release me at once,” Petunia wailed.
Tired of listening to the shrew, Kingsley cast a silencing spell bringing an end to her protests. “The husband?” he asked his partner.
“I’ve already sent a message to the other team. They’ll soon have him in custody.” Waving his wand he casts a few spells meant to keep any unauthorized person from the home until such time as the trials came to an end.
The moment the door opened Petunia could see her neighbours gathered, whispering and pointing. Feeling thoroughly humiliated she kept her head down as the two wizards led her to a waiting car. Her life was over thanks to that freaky brat. Even if they escaped the freaks unharmed she and her family would never again be able to hold their heads up in this neighbourhood.
1st October, 1991

Hogwarts Great Hall
Harry looked up as a regal looking owl made its way towards him. Taking the official looking document from the owl he rewarded it with a treat before turning his attention to the letter.
“What is it Harry?” Hermione asked.
Harry read through it quickly. “The Dursleys have been arrested, their trials are scheduled for a week tomorrow,” Harry replied in a tight voice.
“Are you ready for this?” Hermione was concerned by the tension she could feel radiating from her friend.
“I don’t look forward to it,” Harry admitted. “But Grandfather is right; they need to be brought to justice.”
“I suppose but it isn’t fair to ask you to do something you’re not ready for.”
Harry shot her a grateful look. He could always count on Hermione to offer her support and understanding. “I don’t suppose I’ll ever be truly ready. I expect delaying will only make it harder. Don’t blame Grandfather Mione, he never insisted I pursue charges.” He knew his friend and was aware she would think this was something the adults had pressured him into. Nothing could be further from the truth. His grandfather had been honest with him, admitting he wanted to see the Dursley’s properly punished but he left the final decision up to Harry. As he said, it was Harry who had suffered at their hands.
“I suppose you’ll be needed at the trial.”
“Yes,” Harry confirmed. “I’ll need to speak to Professor Flitwick about arrangements.”
“Do you mind if I ask who these Dursleys are?” Draco quietly asked from Harry’s other side.
Harry startled, he’d quite forgotten the presence of the other boy. “I suppose it will be in the papers eventually,” Harry said with a small shrug. “The Dursleys are the family I lived with before my grandfather.”
“They’re muggles?”
“Yes and the worst sort of muggles you could possibly imagine,” Harry replied. “They weren’t...kind to me when I stayed with them. I filed the forms a couple of weeks ago laying charges against them.”
Draco frowned. “I thought you had lived with your grandfather for a long time?”
“Yes, he rescued me from the Dursley family when I was nearly seven. I have lived with him since that time.”
“And he treats you correctly?” Draco couldn’t help his concern. If one muggle family mistreated his friend perhaps the other did as well.
Harry grinned. “Grandfather is wonderful! He saved me from a horrible fate, giving me a loving home and family. I shudder to think what my life would have been like had he never found me.”
“Good,” Draco smiled. “Why did you wait until now to file charges?” He knew it wasn’t a polite question but in this instance curiosity won out over good manners.
“There were reasons, but I can’t discuss them at the moment. I will tell you later, alright?” Harry hoped the other boy would understand but he couldn’t risk explanations where the wrong people might overhear.
“Mr. Potter.”
Harry turned in his seat, unsurprised to see his head of house standing behind him. “Yes sir?”
“The Headmaster would like to see you after breakfast.”
“Will you accompany me Professor?”
“The Headmaster insist this be a private meeting,” Flitwick replied.
“Then I’m afraid I must decline.”

“You are a student at Hogwarts Mr. Potter, you haven’t a choice.”
“The by-laws of Hogwarts clearly state that no student shall meet with the Headmaster without the presence of his Head of House or guardian,” Harry blandly informed the man. “If you are unable to accompany me I shall have to contact my grandfather. I’m afraid this will necessitate a delay in the meeting.” Harry wasn’t sure how he managed to sound sincerely apologetic; the important thing was that he did manage it.
The small charms professor smiled. He hadn’t liked Dumbledore’s insistence on a private meeting but what could he do? If he protested too strongly the older wizard might well dismiss him, it was a risk Filius was unwilling to take. “I shall inform the Headmaster.”
“I wonder which the old man will opt for,” Harry mused as his teacher walked away.
“I hope he takes the delay,” Hermione grinned. “I’m sure your grandfather would bring Biggles along, I should quite like to see that meeting.”
“Hermione Granger,” Harry pretended to be shocked.
“Mr. Potter, I will accompany you to the meeting,” a returning Flitwick spoke, interrupting their fun.
“Yes sir,” Harry nodded. Glancing at the head table he saw the elderly Dumbledore leaving through a side door. “Shall we go now?”
“The Headmaster can wait until you complete your meal,” Flitwick replied.
“Thank you sir,” Harry smiled. It heartened him to see the small professor looking to his welfare. Such actions told him the man would not be a puppet for their elderly headmaster.
Hogwarts Headmaster’s Office
Alerted by one of his many trinkets Dumbledore quickly wiped away the irritation of seconds before. Perhaps Severus was right when he said the boy was arrogant. Why else would the child choose to keep a man of his importance waiting? “Come in Mr. Potter,” he called before the boy could knock.
Harry confidently entered the office, followed by Professor Flitwick. “You wanted to see me Headmaster?”
“Yes Harry I did,” Albus confirmed.
Harry frowned at the familiarity but said nothing. “Could I ask why?” he politely enquired.
“I received a most disturbing letter this morning my boy,” Dumbledore solemnly replied.
“Oh?” Harry could make a guess to the contents but preferred to see what the man would reveal.
“I was informed that you would be needed as a witness at trial a week tomorrow.”
“Yes sir.”
“I understand you requested the investigation.”
“I did,” Harry confirmed.
Dumbledore frowned. He had hoped the boy would volunteer information in the face of his leading statement. “I don’t understand why you would request such.”
“I’m not sure why it concerns you Headmaster,” Harry pretended to be confused. He of course knew Dumbledore had placed him with the Dursleys. He probably feared such information coming to light.
“I am concerned for all of my students Harry,” Dumbledore said in his best grandfatherly tones.
“Are you?” Harry calmly responded. “Well Headmaster let me put your mind at ease. I am in no danger from the Dursleys at this time, nor do I expect there to be any danger during the trial. It is true sitting as witness against them will likely be unpleasant but I have survived much worse.”
“My boy you need to forgive those who have wronged you,” Albus wisely counseled, at least he supposed it was wise.
“And what will they learn if they pay no consequences for their actions?”
“I’m sure they regret the past...”
“The only thing they regret is the loss of free labour and their present humiliation,” Harry interrupted.
“Revenge is a dark path that will only lead to greater darkness Harry,” Albus sadly responded.
“So you condone the abuse of children?” Harry asked. Hearing a gasp from beside him Harry hid the smirk that tried to escape. That should get his Head of House thinking and hopefully talking to others.
“Of course not my boy,” Albus replied, clearly affronted.
“Of course not. You only wish to allow them to escape the rightful punishment they have earned due to their actions.”
Albus bristled. How dare the little brat twist his words? “That’s not what I meant at all Harry.”
“It would seem you do Headmaster,” Harry said. “You advise me not to seek revenge as you call it but to forgive the Dursleys the abuse I suffered at their hands.”
“I’ve explained my reasons my boy.”
“Yes, the dark path,” Harry frowned. “You can relax Headmaster. I won’t be seeking revenge against the Dursleys.”
Albus sighed, relaxing into his seat. “Would you like me to contact Child Protective Services?”
Harry gave him a puzzled look. “Why would I want you to do that?”
“Why to cancel the court case of course,” Albus replied, a small frown gracing his face.
“Oh,” Harry smiled. “You misunderstand Headmaster. I didn’t mean I would drop the case.”
“You didn’t? Then what did you mean?”
Harry stood, giving the elderly man an almost condescending look. “I meant, of course, that it isn’t revenge I seek but rather it is justice. Good morning Headmaster.” Without another word Harry swept from the room.
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