Law and Order
Special Wizards Unit
In the Criminal justice system Wizard and Muggle related crimes are considered especially heinous. This is the story of how an elite group of muggles and Hogwarts dropouts built the foundation for what would become the Special Wizards unit.
It was a gray day at number 5 Privet Drive. Dudley Dursley leaned his face on his hand in front of the window. Across the street lay his childhood home, abandoned. A few years ago he had been "Big D" menace to anyone under 5'11 and dumb enough appear in his line of sight.
Now he was nobody, all thanks to magic. Magic is what started the whole mess. More than a decade ago he had learnt that his late aunt had been not a crack whore (as his mother told him each holiday she missed.) but in fact a witch. He never met his aunt, the sole connection he had with her was her son Harry. Dudley found it strange how much he missed his cousin, stranger still was the remorse he felt every time he recalled the way his family had treated him. He let out a sigh, which fogged almost half of the window, giving number 4 a smudged look about it. That's how most of the world saw it now, all thanks to those spells.
The last night Harry had stayed with his muggle family was when it all began. After they had all said their goodbyes and waddled out the door, the wizard they had been assigned tried to explain the reason for their hasty relocation.
"You see, the dark lord is hell bent on murdering your nephew. He would do anything possible and some things thought impossible to do so. For years now your house has provided him a sanctuary from such evils. Recently things have been looking very grave and our brightest have decided that it would be best for you to be gone before any death eaters come around trying to ransom the lot of you to H.P." The Dursley's could only stare at this strange man, waiting for him to crack a smile.
"You're not serious are you?" Petunia gasped. "So what of our rights!? What gives you, you loons the authority to decide what is safe for whom?" After swallowing to himself Vernon then spoke up,
"Yah what gives any of your lot the right eh? My taxes don't pay out to your ministry and I sure as hell don't recall ever voting in no magical minister." The wizard paid little attention to their arguments.
"The Order is not and has never been affiliated with the Ministry sir, I didn't vote for him either. Now, on to the subject of your relocation…."
"Alotta good that sorcery has done for this family I'd reckon!" burst Vernon that night at dinner. "Finally some pay back for having to look after that brat all those years." He continued. Dudley barely recognized his father these days, not only had his attitude concerning magical people completely reversed, but his size inverted as well. The first order of business had been to change their appearances. The only sizable difference was Vernon, how had undergone a magical liposuction of sorts. Now in a peak physical condition Vernon spent most of his time running marathons and providing celebrities security. Because his change in appearance had been so drastic, most of the resources the Order had to relocate them was spent tightening his chins. Originally the plan was to move the family somewhere abroad, the best house wizarding money could buy just happened to be number 5. There had been an enchantment placed on number 4, and most muggles (excluding the Dursleys) just assumed a lonely novelist lived there now. "A strange git, not much for company." Vernon would tell the neighbors who asked about the new homeowner.
After months of training Vernon was finally at the starting mark for the "All England All The Way" Marathon. This would be the event that defines my life he thought. A shot rang out and the runners began their trek. Ironically enough, this event happens to be the definition of the eventual death of Vernon Dursley, number 5 privet drive. About 18 kilometers into the marathon Vernon tripped over a passing turtle, leading him to stumble sideways and in turn barrel roll over the guard rail that had been built to safeguard motorists from veering into the very same gorge that Vernon now found he was tumbling down.
When he came to, he was surrounded by his family and a group of surgeons. The oldest of them stepped forward and coughed before he spoke.
"Mr. Dursley, I'm very sorry but you have suffered extensive spinal damage." Almost immediately after the words left his mouth Vernon sputtered,
"Am I ever going to run again doc!?" the surgeon shook his head. Placing Vernon's chart back on the front of the bed he continued to explain.
"The severity of your injury I am afraid is lethal. You see part of your spine has burst the lining in your stomach, the more acid your body produces the more damage you'll in turn do to yourself.
"I always knew, from the day I met him he'd eat his self to death!" Petunia blurted aloud. Almost immediately she recoiled behind her stained handkerchief. Vernon stared at the ceiling for what seemed like an infinity and then turned to his son.
"Dudley, I've made a lot of mistakes in my day. And now that the reaper is knocking with a pizza in his hand I know I need to make some of it right. I know I shouldn't ask you, but I don't know who else could help…"
"What is it papa?" Dudley's face erupted in tears and snot.
"I need you to find Harry, I need to bury the hatchet before they bury me."
"I will papa, I'll find him alright, I do whatever it takes, I'll bring him back here and will fix this family up right."
"That's my boy. Now go on, out into the world, but be quick about it. I ain't got much longer to live, not with me appetite on the trigger."