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H.J. Potter-Diggory	By : jaymclg Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Cedric Views: 32903 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Chapter List
- 1-One&Two
- 2-Three&Four
- 3-Five&Six&Seven
- 4-Eight&Nine
- 5-Ten
- 6-Eleven
- 7-Twelve
- 8-Thirteen
- 9-Fourteen
- 10-Fifteen
- 7
- 8
- 9
H.J. Potter-Diggory

Sirius went rigid in his chair as he too had caught onto what Harry had as well. His lover and his godson had something in common, both had been abused had been whipped as a punishment. He felt sick to his stomach at the thought of what he was about to see the very idea of it in fact.

He felt a sickening dread as he got to his feet saying to Severus, “Come on, let’s get this over with before I decide I don’t have the nerve to go through with it.” Severus eyed his lover and suddenly felt deep pity for him. No one should have to see this happening, especially to a godson he had promised to protect and been unable to follow through due to being wrongfully imprisoned.

Severus nodded silently and followed the other man over to the pensive. The pair shared a glance, Sirius with fear and Severus with clear ill-ease. Severus was dreading this memory if it was as bad as he suspected it to be, it was surely going to bring back memories he sooner not think about, something he had been doing for over three decades now.

Both leaned forwards, placing their faces within the pensive. The scene swirled for a moment or two before becoming clear, far too clear in Severus’s opinion. He and Sirius watched as Harry was viciously kicked in his ribcage by the foul over-weight muggle monster and excuse for human flesh.

Sirius shook violently with soul crushing grief as he heard his godson pleading with his brute of an uncle to not use the belt. He felt his heart shattering as he took in the tears and raging terror and pleading in his godson’s eyes. He seethed and grieved as he watched his young and defenceless godson being kicked before whipped with the end of the belt that had the metal buckle on it. The buckle was causing more damage than the leather of the belt could have ever possibly accomplished, which in Vernon’s opinion was the general idea.

Severus’s jaw clenched as he listened to Vernon telling his seven year-old nephew that he was going to and deserved to have the freakishness whipped out of his very bones, that it had no place nor was it tolerated. He listened to the sound of the belt hitting against the young boy’s tender and bloodied flesh repeatedly, the sound unnaturally loud to his ears, the boy’s agony filled shrieks making his stomach turn.

He felt rage fill him as he saw the bright crimson of the boy’s blood rapidly seep through the overly large shirt he was wearing. He wondered how many wounds Harry had to heal before he was due to go to Hogwarts. How many healed scars did the boy have on his body, how many glamour charms was he using.

They were incensed by the time Harry lost his voice from screaming and had passed out from the pain. Both men were beyond glad when the memory ended, particularly when Harry had passed out. Vernon had quit then seeing as he found no pleasure or enjoinment when his freak of a nephew was not awake and screaming.

Both men quickly lifted their faces from the pensive. Sirius let out a strangled sound of fury, while Severus on the otherhand was clenching his jaw. He growled venomously, “That bloated piece of shit needs a good flogging of his own, the ruddy son of a bitch doing that to an innocent seven year-old.” He added around a chilling snarl, making most in the room shudder at the sound of it, at exactly the mere concept of what he was suggesting. There being no doubt that this man had once been a true death eater before he had turned spy. “Someone needs to introduce him to me I could do with some interesting potion ingredients, having never tried human remains before.”

Sirius snarled very much like his canine Animagus, “I’ll be more than happy and willing to help provide you with those potion ingredients. You can have his body but his head is mine. My mother had the right idea when she used to mount the house elf heads on the wall. Only I don’t wish the next head to be placed on that wall to be an elf’s, but a certain bloated muggles.”

Remus commented, “I’ll help.” Sirius replied, pointing out to his long time friend, “You’ve not even seen it yet, Moony.” Remus shook his head and replied, “Don’t need to, don’t need an incentive. If yours and Severus reactions are anything to go by, Severus’s in particular, then something tells me I won’t need to see the memory in order to set my wolf on him without any remorse.”

Cedric spat, “Got room left for one more?” Harry moaned loudly and exclaimed, “Don’t you dare go encourage them. I did not let you see these memories in hopes of you all going after my uncle to slaughter him. No, if anyone has any right to slaughter him at any given time, then it sure as hell is going to be me.” Sirius audibly growled as he retook his seat, followed by Severus.

Remus and Tonks went next and sure enough they returned ten minutes later, both were furious. Tonks was physically trembling from her grief as tears rapidly streamed down her cheeks. Remus’s eyes actually flickered golden for a single moment as he took his wife into his arms and held her as she silently trembled.

“Like I said I did not need the incentive or to see that memory, but now that I have it makes me want to inflict what he did to Harry by an absolute hundred-fold” Remus told them snarling. His eyes were glowing, glowing an even brighter gold, his voice having taken on somewhat of an animalistic quality. Moony had definitely come out to play at some point during the viewing of the memory.

As soon as Remus and Tonks had retaken their seats, Amos and Lara took their turn to view the memory. Both looked terrified at the thought of what they were about to see. That fear was not at all unfounded they soon discovered as they lifted their faces from the pensive ten minutes later.

Lara was convulsing violently with the strength of her sobs. Amos quickly lead his wife back over to their seats as her legs could no longer hold her weight she was that overcome by her grief and horror at what they had just seen. He on the otherhand looked like it was taking everything he had to not bolt out of the room right then and there and find out where the Dursley’s lived, to go and deliver his own brand of justice. He could not wrap his mind around the fact such a monster existed outside of Voldemort and his death eaters.

Minerva was terrified at the thought of what she and Albus were about to view, Severus’s reaction had immensely alarmed her. The fact he suggested using Vernon Dursley’s remains as potion ingredients told her that this was going to be seriously traumatizing. Albus on the otherhand felt sick and weighed down with such awful and poison-like grief over the fact it was he who had left the innocent boy with such despicable excuse for human beings. If he had even the merest inkling as what had been happening to Harry then he would’ve immediately gotten the boy out of that house and away from the Dursley’s. He would have surely tried to figure out away to keep Harry safe, which did not involve the blood wards on number four Private Drive.

As soon as they emerged from the pensive ten minutes later Minerva had last the battle to conceal any tears. The tears ran unchecked down her soft and wrinkled cheeks. Albus looked beyond weary, looked every year of his age. Minerva choked out, “Why on earth did you not come to us and tell us what was happening to you?”

Albus added, “If I’d known Harry, I assure you I would have gotten you out of there. I would have surely come up with another method of protection for you. Your relatives, people who commit such vile and unspeakable acts upon an innocent child do not deserve the protection which the blood wards surrounding number four Private Drive provide against Voldemort and his death eaters.”

Harry looked slightly disturbed at the sight of the usually strong willed and stern witch reduced to tears. He was even more dumbfounded at hearing Albus Dumbledore speaking so coldly towards another being. That day was shaping up to be beyond anything he could have ever imagined when he had decided the previous evening to reveal his past with the Dursleys.

He sighed as he decided how to reply to Minerva’s tearful question, “I suppose I figured no one would have believed me. In fact that turned out to be true when I tried to tell my teacher at my muggle school, who in turn got in touch with the Dursley’s. They of course denied it making me out to be some kind of attention seeking liar, who was trying to blacken the name of the good family who took me in and cared for me out of the goodness of their hearts.”

Sirius snorted and scoffed, “Goodness of their hearts, yeah right, don’t make me laugh, what hearts? They are heartless monsters, monsters that deserve the dementors kiss. If anyone besides Wormtail and you know who deserves to have their soul sucked out it is that foul family. Ha, not that the dementors will find much of anything substantial to feast upon mind you.”

Severus snorted and nodded his agreement. He was used to people like the Dursley’s, people like that willingly placed their families within Voldemort’s circle. Severus never could stomach torturing babies and children or women for that matter. Children could not fight back against fully grown and trained wizards and witches.

He also had low tolerance towards wizards who did things to witches and enjoyed it, they being in his opinion disgusting and cowardly. He always tried to avoid those situations, the majority of the time he was successful due his sexual preference being known by Voldemort, which tended to work in his favour.

Before Sirius could start ranting again Harry stood and made his way over to the pensive. He removed the third memory and replaced it with the fourth. Once the memory swirled around the pensive Harry nodded and gestured for Cedric to come forth.

Cedric stood up and made his way over to the pensive, looking more than slightly ill and reluctant to say the very least. Harry could feel just how particularly reluctant he in fact was. He reached up on his toes and placed a gentle and brief kiss upon his husband’s lips and said, “Remember what I said before, Cedric.” Cedric nodded and turned to face the pensive as Harry retook his seat.

Cedric took a deep breath before placing his face in the pensive. The scene swirled around for a moment before clearing and revealing the next memories destination. Cedric noticed they were in a muggle zoo, London zoo, Harry mentioned he presumed. He saw an older looking Harry, old as he remembered his husband looking back in his first year at Hogwarts. Cedric presumed he must’ve been around ten almost eleven years old.

He watched as Harry observed the large snake inside of the tank and, damn was it huge. He rolled his eyes in disgust as he saw a much larger looking Dudley and a rake thin boy stood not too far from Harry. Both were banging on the glass of the tank and yelling and pulling faces. Harry rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the snake. It was then that Harry unknowingly started hissing, like he had during his second year during the duelling club. Cedric watched in fascination as the snake begun to hiss right back.

Cedric felt his jaw clench when the moment between Harry and the snake was rudely interrupted by Dudley and his friend. Dudley yelled, “Hey look what that snake is doing.” Cedric watched as Dudley started banging his hand on the glass of the tank. He saw how frustrated Harry was starting to become. “Stop it, your annoying the snake” Harry yelled in annoyance. Dudley yelled, “Shut up you freak” he then shoved his much smaller cousin, causing him to stagger backwards and land on the floor on his back.

Harry let out a winded gasp at the impact of the fall. Cedric watched as the young boy’s jaw clenched and his green eyes darkened in anger. Cedric suddenly heard the sound of glass rattling before he heard the sound of Dudley and his friend yelling in terror, banging their hands against the glass of the tank.

Cedric looked on in awe from Harry then to the tank where Dudley and his friend Piers were screaming in terror. He was astounded at the boy’s strength of power. If that was accidental magic and at such a young age as well, then he was in awe at the thought and concept of what his husband could now accomplish and deliberately at that.

He watched as Harry grinned and giggled in delight. Cedric could not help but beam as he thought of the justified pay back Harry had just dished out. But then suddenly his beaming smile slowly faded as he remembered Harry saying that what would happen to him next would almost be worth it.

Cedric felt his teeth clench as he heard Petunia shriek in alarm as she saw her son banging the glass and yelling in terror. He watched as Vernon eyed Harry with a malicious glint in his beady eyes. He saw the smile and all the delight fade from Harry’s face, the colour slowly draining, leaving him looking sickly pale.

Cedric knew that Harry knew what would surely come his way as soon as they got back to number four Private drive. He could see the fear and certainty of what was to come in the boy’s bright fear filled green eyes.

Cedric noticed the memory flicker and shift slightly before settling once more. He watched as Vernon dragged Harry by his hair through the door and into the house, while Petunia rushed passed them with Dudley wrapped in a blanket as his mother simpered over him, he milking it for all he was worth.

Cedric cringed around a wince at the sight of Vernon viciously and cruelly twisting a hand full of Harry’s hair in his large hand, causing the boy to let out a pained filled hiss. He watched as Vernon slammed Harry against the wall, causing him to knock the back of his head.

He continued to watch Vernon hold Harry up by his hair with one hand, balling his other up in a fist and slammed it with all of his might into Harry’s stomach, causing him to double over and let out a pained choking sounding.

Cedric watched in quickly raising rage and grief as Vernon slammed Harry’s head against the wall once again. Harry slid down the wall and onto the floor letting out a pained cry as Vernon let go of his hair. And just as Cedric hoped that would be all that would happen, Vernon just had to go and take hold of Harry’s hair once more, giving it a vicious yank before using his hair to lift up his head and slam his balled fist into Harry’s nose, causing an echoing cracking sound a sure sign that Harry’s nose had just been broken.

Cedric watched in helpless rage and despair as the young boy fell forwards into the carpeted floor face first. His nose had been at an odd angle and was dripping blood down his mouth and his chin. Cedric felt hot tears stinging his eyes as he watched Harry silently convulsing.

Even when Vernon hit out with his foot kicking Harry in the ribs causing the boy to curl in on himself, all the while he tries to shield himself from the blows to his body, yet even still as kick after kick was aimed at his ribs, his back, his sides and his legs, Harry did not make the merest of whimpers.

Cedric realised with a sickening dread, Harry had been both verbally and physically abused so often by either member of his family that he had learned to not make a sound, knowing most likely that doing so would only spur his relatives on, giving them a satisfaction they by no means deserved nor had any right feeling.

Cedric realised that Harry must have almost been rendered unconscious due to the fact the memory was starting to become and sound less clear. He had a strong feeling the memory would end within moments. Harry barely looked as if he was holding onto consciousness by a mere single thread.

Vernon breathed heavily from exertion as sweat dripped down his rounded and currently purple face. He snarled as he physically handled the boy’s broken and battered body, throwing him callously into the familiar cupboard underneath the stairs, “You will not be fed and will remain in your cupboard until further notice you ruddy foul freak of nature.” He concluded before viciously slamming the cupboard door closed, placing a practically unconscious Harry in the dark, “Your kind should be publically executed, an example made of them. They had the right idea when they used to burn your kind at the stake.”

The memory ended immediately after those words were spoken. Cedric lifted his face from the pensive and viciously wiped a hand across his wet face as his eyes glittered with tears of hot boiling unimaginable seething rage. Cedric barked, “Ruddy monster. It is that bastard and his family that need burning at the stake and not our kind. It is that revolting obese monster who should be executed and a public example made of him, of his whale of a son and his fucking ugly horse-like wife.”

Sirius’s jaw clenched as he growled out from between clenched teeth, “Do I even want to know how bad what you just saw is?” Cedric’s eyes glittered like grey-blue viciously sharp chips of ice as he hissed in reply, “He believes our kind should be publically executed and an example made of us, that they had the right idea when they used to burn our kind at the stake.”

Cedric paused before he spat furiously, “He snarled this at Harry after he had battered him unconscious as he threw him in the cupboard underneath the stairs. He also mentioned that he would not being getting any food and was not allowed to leave the cupboard until further notice.”

Harry spoke up and revealed, “He would beat me so viciously out of spite due to the fact he and the others had discovered I could magically heal myself. The more drastic the damage he inflicted on me the longer I took to heal. If my injuries were internal I used to have to go into a healing sleep, which could sometimes last up to a week to ten days, all depending on how bad and extensive the damage was at the time.”

Everyone looked at Harry in different degrees of horror and grief. Severus, Amos, and Albus looked beyond grim at hearing this, while Sirius and Remus looked positively murderous. Lara, Tonks, and Minerva looked horrified and grief stricken.

Cedric inwardly blanched and to everyone in room looked like he wanted to throw or hit something. The normally calm and warm hearted ex-Hufflepuff looked positively homicidal. Harry inwardly cringed and hoped he never under any circumstances had to allow his husband to come within fifty feet of his family, his uncle in particular.

Just as Sirius and Severus stood up Cedric warned them saying, “Word of advice, before you view that memory you need to know this was the most vicious I have seen up until now. His nose gets broken and his head is slammed against a wall on more than one occasion. I honestly can’t understand why he does not have some form of brain damage.”

The others gasped loudly at hearing this. Harry quickly said, “I don’t have brain damage because of my healing factor. If I had been a muggle then I don’t honestly doubt that I would have suffered all kinds of brain damage. My healing factor is based and works off of my inner magical core from what I gathered from the research I did.”

Cedric’s eyes widened as he asked, “Wait a minute if that is the case will I have the same healing ability seeing as we now share magic due to our bond” Harry looked surprised his own eyes widening, he too clearly having not thought of that possibility up until then either.

Albus spoke up, “Yes I strongly suspect you shall Mr. Diggory. Whatever extra magical talents either you or Mr. Potter-Diggory had before your blood bonding now are shared between the two of you. You share and can borrow magic from each other whenever required.” He concluded, “You Mr. Diggory have married and bonded to a very powerful wizard, I suspect one of, if not the most powerful of the current age. And as soon as he reaches his magical peek and final power surge on his seventeenth birthday, shall even suppress my power and magical talents.”

Cedric’s eyes practically bugged as he eyed his husband. Everyone else was eyeing Harry in awe, hardly being able to believe he was going to be more powerful than even Albus Dumbledore, who was said to be the current most powerful wizard of current times, apparently he would eventually lose his title.”

Harry shifted uncomfortably and quickly asked Severus and his godfather, “Do you two actually plan on viewing that memory or not?” Severus and Sirius both instantly know what Harry was trying to do and decide to take the current heat off him. They made their way over to the pensive, both knowing the worst memory as of yet was about to be seen.

They shared a worried glance before placing their faces into the pensive and instantly saw themselves viewing a scene from the reptile house at the London Zoo like Cedric had. They watch as Harry had a conversation with the snake, clearly unaware he is in fact hissing, or what sounds like hissing to a person who was not a Parsalmouth.

They felt immense annoyance at the racket and faces Dudley and Piers were making as they banged on the glass tank. They watched as Harry snapped at his cousin to stop as he was annoying the snake, only for the heavy boy to push the smaller boy onto the floor, telling him to shut up and calling him a freak.

They watched as the wind was knocked out of Harry. Both are instantly aware of the moment Harry has his outburst of accidental magic. They see his green eyes darken in anger and his jaw clench. They hear the glass of the tank rattle before they are both snorting and sniggering at the sight of Dudley and Piers behind the glass banging on it and yelling in terror.

Severus cannot help but smirk and nod his head in approval, especially when he sees the wide grin that spreads across Harry’s face and the honest delight that lights up his green eyes, delight he can remember seeing as a teenager in another set of equally green eyes.

Sirius was delighted for his godson, who had gained retribution no matter how short of a time he had it for. He still had managed to obtain the perfect form of payback pure and simple as that. Sirius thought the foul brat had deserved worse, that snake should have ate him, or at least attacked the little obese bastard.

But Sirius knew his godson’s moment of triumph was not to last when he saw the malicious glint enter Vernon’s eyes as Petunia shrieked loudly in terror at the sight of her son trapped behind the glass with a huge Boa constrictor.

Both he and Severus watched as the delight left Harry’s face and all colour seeped out. The delight was replaced with a fear and a clear sense and certainty of what was to happen to him. They knew Harry knew he would surely pay for what he had done to his cousin.

Both felt something icy settle inside of them as the scene shifted for a brief second before righting itself. They saw they were viewing the rest of the memory from the hallway of the Dursley’s home. They watched as Vernon dragged Harry into the house by his hair, Harry hissing in pain.

Petunia rushed passed with a trembling Dudley, who had a blanket wrapped around him. He was clearly still shook up, Harry had well and truly brought the bastard down a peg or two, no matter however briefly.

Sirius watched in horror and rage, silent tears streaming down his cheeks as he watched Vernon hold Harry up by his hair with one hand, balling his other up in a fist and slammed it with all of his might into Harry’s stomach, causing him to double over and let out a pained choking sounding.

Severus was all too familiar with what he was witnessing, it pretty much being what he had to endure at the hands of his father. He was as good as seeing his own childhood all over again, something he could have happily lived without seeing. But then again, he knew he had brought this on himself, he knew Harry was determined to prove his life had not been that of a pampered prince. He knew that Harry was only doing and allowing this for his godfather’s sake. He did not want Sirius to have to play referee to their spats. ‘Well, message received loud and clear, Potter’ Severus silently thought to himself wearily.

His jaw clenched something fierce when he saw Vernon slam Harry’s head against the wall once again and Harry let out a pained cry as he slid down the wall and onto the floor as Vernon let go of his hair. Both seethed and growled as they watched Vernon take hold of Harry’s hair once more, giving it a vicious yank before using his hair to lift up his head and slam his balled up fist into Harry’s nose, breaking it in the process. This was what Cedric had warned them about they realised.

Sirius continued to silently shed tears as he watched Harry fall forwards onto the carpeted floor face first. Sirius and Severus knew as they watched Harry silently convulsing, that his nose had been broken and badly. They just could not imagine how many times it had possibly been broken, how was his nose not horribly disfigured?

Severus was also familiar with the concept of not making a sound, knowing it only spurred his father on in his rage. He nodded knowingly as Harry did not make the merest of whimpers even as kick after kick was aimed at his ribs, his back, his sides and his legs, only curling in on himself, trying to shield himself from the blows to his body.

Sirius was horrified as he realised Harry had been physically abused far too often that he had learned to not make a sound, coming to the same conclusion which Cedric had, that crying out in pain would only spur on their satisfaction at the pain they were inflicting.

When the memory was starting to become and sound less clear, Severus knew Harry was losing the ability to remain conscious. This in turn meant the memory would be coming to an end as Harry would not be awake to remember anything that happened afterwards.

Both watched in disgust as Vernon breathed heavily from exertion, sweat dripping gown his rounded face. They listened to him snarling as he threw Harry’s broken and battered body callously into the cupboard underneath the stairs. “You will not be fed and will remain in your cupboard until further notice you ruddy foul freak of nature.”

They inwardly seethed in pure fury as Vernon concluded before viciously slamming the cupboard door closed, placing a near unconscious Harry in the dark, “Your kind should be publically executed, an example made of them. They had the right idea when they used to burn your kind at the stake.”

The memory ended there and not a moment too soon for Sirius. Both he and Severus lifted their faces from the pensive once again. Sirius covered his face with his hands as he straightened up, while Severus on the otherhand looked as if he had seen more then he would have liked.

Severus would never apologise in front of everyone to Harry, just was not in his nature. Although, he would apologise to him when he could get him alone, however out of character it was for Severus to apologise to James Potter’s son of all people. He knew that apology was due and he had clearly judged Harry wrongly. And as much as he loathed to be even contemplating the mere fact he and Harry had more in common and suffered similarly throughout their lives, it was still a fact. If anyone would ever truly be able to relate to Severus’s in regards to his childhood then it would be Harry.

Severus led Sirius back to their seats as the other man was far too overcome with grief and fury to make it by himself. Severus then eyed Harry with an all too knowing glint in his dark eyes, Harry instantly noted. He silently had begun to wonder just how much he and his potions professor had in common when it came to their childhoods.

Harry asked, “Okay, are Moony and Tonks ready to view the memory?” Remus asked, “Do I even want to ask how much any homicidal tendencies I currently harbour towards the Dursley’s are going to increase?” Sirius let out a loud and completely mirthless snort of laughter. He drawled in a wry tone of voice, “Fuck Moony, just go and view it. Just know this, that being; if and when you decide to let Moony out to play, I have no intentions whatsoever of trying to hold you back.”

Remus’s eyes visibly narrowed as he stood and took his wife’s hand and led her over to the pensive before he and she placed their faces inside. They view the first part of the memory at the zoo. Both were more than a little satisfied to see Harry bring his cousin down more than a peg or two. Both were equally as horror struck to watch the brutal beating Harry received as punishment. Remus could feel Moony’s rage filling him, only spurring on his own. Tonks was beyond heartbroken, but also the urge to break the law and dispose of Vernon in such a violent way was beyond overwhelming to say the least.

Both returned from the memory and had snorted in disgust at hearing what Vernon had said. That man in their opinion was beyond disturbed, he had serious mental issues. They believed that man had well and truly done away with whatever humanity he had the very first time he had brutally beaten his nephew.

As soon as they emerged from the memory Tonks snarled as tears rapidly streamed down her cheeks, “That foul beast’s lack of humanity truly is beyond repulsive. Merlin, what I would not give right now to get my hands on him. The urge to have him on the receiving end of my wand is overwhelming.”

Remus nodded in agreement with his wife as he led her back over to their seats. He asked Harry, “Is that the worst of it?” Harry shook his head and replied, “No, put it this way, when Vernon learns during the summer before my sixth year that his precious son, his pride and joy is in fact attracted to both guys and girls, I end up on the receiving end of his temper. He would never raise a hand to his son, no matter how violently against his choice of sexuality he feels.”

Sirius asked, “How exactly do they find out about his sexuality?” Harry reveals with a mirthless smile, “Oh, let’s see, how about the fact my Uncle walked in on Dudley and Piers screwing each other like animals in heat during mating season.” He continued at everyone’s disgusted expressions, “Apparently, that is where he drew the line and demanded his son to get away from Piers and come to his senses and to find himself a girl to do those things with. Doing it with other boys was disgusting and went against nature, which in turn meant he would not allow or tolerate his son being a filthy shirt-lifter and arse bandit.”

He added around a smirk, “That was truly a good day for me, regardless of the fact I end up getting a beating that put me in a healing coma for a week afterwards. I felt it was worth it just to have seen Dudley falling from grace. I loved the fact they banned Piers from the house and hanging out with Dudley that day, it meant less people in Dudley’s gang to try and beat the crap out of me.”

He concluded as he let out a mirthless snort, “Oh, and get this, apparently I am to blame for my cousins bi-sexuality. Apparently my freakishness has rubbed off on their precious Dudley. That is why he beat the crap out of me after he had gotten drunk. If only someone would tell Vernon that his precious boy didn’t catch anything from me, his precious son was beyond twisted to begin with.”

Cedric said in an Incredulous tone of voice, “Sweet Merlin, it would have been during the previous summer. For Merlin’s sake someone needs to tell him that his son was born like that. They also need to tell both your aunt and uncle that blaming you for everything is not going to change the fact their son likes to play for both teams.”

Harry nodded and replied, “Believe it or not I did point this out to Dudley as he tried to beat the shit out of me.” He added around an evil looking little smirk curving his lips as he spoke in a truly gleeful tone. “The whale never expected me to fight back. Ha, little do the Dursley’s know wandless magic cannot be traced by the Ministry of magic, that they can only track me as you all full well know if I use my wand.”

He added as most chuckled knowingly at hearing this. “You know what, believe it or not, it makes me wonder what that perverted whale gets up to in the dormitories at Smeltings. Sweet Merlin, I’d love for Uncle Vernon to be there to see it, seeing as Piers attends the same school as Dudley. I bet they even share the same dorm to.”

He concluded with an expression of pure wistfulness, “It would be beyond sweet payback for me for uncle Vernon to have to watch as his whale of a son gets expelled for indecent exposure or sexual misconduct. The bastard would end up seeing his own ass over it, while my aunt Petunia would shriek like what I swear she inherited from banshees.”

Sirius was eyeing his godson would a smirk, knowing Harry was not kidding, that he would genuinely take pleasure in watching his aunt and uncle freak out over their son’s less then what they deemed normal behaviour.

Harry cleared his throat and said, “Right, whose next then as there is still three memories left to view yet?” Amos and Lara silently stood and made their way over to the pensive. They had no idea how much more they could stand to see happen to their son in-law.

Ten minutes later they emerged from the pensive and to say Amos looked beyond grim would have surely been an understatement. For the first time that day the man actually had tears in his eyes. Lara on the otherhand was not sure she had anymore tears left to shed, she felt beyond numb instead.

She took her seat and murmured in an emotionless voice, “That monsters inhumanity surely knows no bounds. Is there even a line to be found in which he will not cross? I am sure he would treat a stray dog much better then he treats his own nephew.”

Harry sighed and said, “Even my own potions professor treated me better then my own uncle and did not even have to shower me with praise to do so either. He has never raised a hand to me or in his case his wand, no matter how certain I am he came pretty damn close on more than one occasion. So the fact my potions professor hates me, yet still treats me a sight better then my own uncle is a truly bitter pill to swallow.”

He cleared his throat and avoided the gaze of the same potions professor. He asked, “Are professors Dumbledore and McGonagall ready to view the memory so I can show the fifth memory?” Albus and Minerva got to their feet and proceeded to make their way over to the pensive.

Harry saw the truly pained glance the headmaster eyed him with. The old wizard was clearly riddled with guilt; it had after all been he who had left him at his relatives in the first place. But the fact of the matter was that Harry did not blame Albus, the other man was not to know just how violent and abusive his childhood would be growing up with his relatives.

Ten minutes later when the elder wizard and witch returned, Harry was stunned to see both had tears in their eyes. But what shocked Harry and many others in the room was that Albus was evidently shaking in rage. The elder wizard’s eyes were much darker than any had ever truly seen them the usual twinkle was very much absent.

He retook his seat and said in a very grave tone, graver then any had heard since the first war, “Harry my boy, please, I must urge you to take action against your relatives. If they never answer to their own laws, they must answer to our own. They were bound by our laws the moment they took a wizard into their home willing or not.”

Minerva nodded in agreement and added in a cold and firm tone, “They should be made to answer to our laws for their disgusting and despicable crimes against one of wizarding kind. It does not matter whether you’re famous or not, the law is still the law and applies. And like Albus mentioned, they do not just answer to their own muggle laws but our own wizarding laws to.”

Harry replied, “How can I, you know how corrupted the ministry has become. Imagine how many spies Voldemort has got on the inside. So who is to say whoever took my case would not be on his side and would not mess around with the evidence I submit? That sack of snake shit would do anything to discredit both professor Dumbledore and myself.”

Albus replied, "The evidence would not be tampered with. I, along with Auror Shacklebolt and Madam Bones would never allow it. An additional security measure would be taken, such as the memories would not be placed in the pensive until you did it. It could be arranged for you to place and remove the memories, which means only you would be handling them. I am willing for it to be my own pensive, which in turn means it would only be I who had access to it besides you.”

Harry let out a truly weary sigh and replied, “If I do agree to take legal action against my relatives, could it be possible to wait until after I return to Hogwarts. I wish to enjoy my honeymoon along with my birthday, all without the added stress of my relatives and the press reporting about my less than ideal childhood.”

Albus nodded and replied, “Very well, if you wish, but your relatives must be arrested by the time you return to Hogwarts. I do not doubt your case against your relatives will indeed go to trial. I regret to say that I do not doubt that any trial will highly be publicized my boy.” Harry grimaced and said, “That is the number one reason I do not want to do this, I do not need the whole of wizarding England knowing about how I was abused by my relatives. They interfere enough in my life without adding fuel to the already raging fire.”

It was Severus who surprised everyone when he said, “You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of Potter. The ones who should feel shame are your excuse and apology for relatives. You are the victim here Potter, not them, you. And if the press want to badger you about that, then you are to grit your teeth and get on with it. Any who respect you for who you are will support and not persecute you for circumstances beyond that of your control, Potter. Your relatives must answer for their crimes against you.”
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