Sona smiled in content as she made her way back to her dressing room. It had been another successful performance, the audience captivated by the beauty of her music. It warmed the young woman's heart that so many people enjoyed her work.
She passed by a large man and his wife in the hallway.
"What a lovely performance." The woman said.
"Hope Marge remembered the give the freak the daily beating." The man said, a hint of angry sadism in his voice.
Sona frowned at the fact that they referred to someone as a freak, recollecting how many times she was called a freak by the cruel children at the schools she been to because of the fact that she couldn't talk. Her eyes then narrowed at the mention of said person getting a daily beating.
The mute young woman decided that her dressing room could wait. For all she knew, there could be somebody out there that needed help.
Following behind the two people she met, while remaining inconspicuous, she was able to reach her car without being seen. She watched the couple get into their own car, and then followed behind them.
She really hoped that she was just jumping to conclusions...
With a great amount of stealth, Sona was able follow them all the way to their home on Privet Drive. While they were parking in their driveway, Sona decided to park a small ways away from them to avoid suspicion on the Dursley's part. After parking a few houses down, she got out of her car and started walking to the house.
'Please let me just be paranoid...' Sona thought in hopes that she was wrong and no one was going to get hurt.
The woman approached the house...and her eyes widened as she saw the door opening. She ducked into the bushes to avoid being seen as a massive woman and a dog came out the door.
"Don't you worry, Vernon. I made sure the brat got what he deserved. Ripper had a hand in it too, isn't that right, Ripper?" Marge babytalked her dog.
"Thank you, Marge. Have a wonderful night." Vernon waved her off. "It's my turn to beat the freak now..."
"Have fun, Vernon." Marge called out with a cruel smile as she walked away with her dog.
With that the front door was closed and Sona could hear yells from inside the house. "BOY! TIME FOR ANOTHER BEATING!" Vernon yelled loud enough that Sona wondered why no one else in the neighborhood came to investigate.
When Marge was out of sight, Sona dashed towards the window from her hiding spot and looked inside.
She saw the obese man throw the door of a cupboard open. Inside was the tiniest little boy she had ever seen. He had huge green eyes, and messy black hair. Sona smiled warmly. The little boy was absolutely adorable.
Her smile became a look of shock when the fat man roughly grabbed the little boy by the throat and threw him roughly at the ground.
Sona could see that the child already had bruises and a mangled arm from what she believed was caused by the women and her dog from earlier, from what she heard before they left.
Before the little boy could even recover and get up, Vernon stompsed over and kicked the child in the ribs with a audible cracking sound from his now injured ribcage. He ended up smashing into one of the walls and falling down in a heap.
Sona collapsed by the windowsill, unwilling to watch anymore. She had her hand over her mouth, and she was breathing heavily. What was she going to do?
Then she remembered...Her two friends in the police force! Vi and Caitlyn! Without another thought, she pulled out her cell phone. She looked to the address, then sent a text to Caitlyn.
'Emergency. Please come to Number 4 Privet Drive as fast as possible.'
Meanwhile...
Caitlyn and Vi, partners in the police force, were on patrol, when Caitlyn heard her phone buzzing.
"Oh, it appears I have a text message..." She mused. Vi rolled her eyes.
"Seriously? While we're on the job?"
"Don't get annoyed just yet, Vi. It could very well be Sona, and you know perfectly well that text messages are the only way she can communicate." Vi sighed.
"Fine, pull over..." She muttered. Caitlyn did so, and the two police read over the message. "...Holy crap, good thing we read the message."
"But why on Earth is she on Privet Drive?"
"Who cares? Just drive." Caitlyn did so.
'Back to Sona'
After Sona sent the text message, all she could do was watch this poor little boy get beaten in a horrible way. 'Oh God, oh God, oh God...' was Sona's mental mantra as she helplessly watched the carnage from the window as she waited for her friends to arrive.
Luckily for her, she only had to wait five minutes before her friends rolled up in their police cruiser and parked outside. The two women immediately got out of their vehicle with guns and tasers at the ready.
"Sona!" Caitlyn called out as she ran to her friend.
"What's the big emergency you texted about?" Vi asked. Sona had tears in her eyes at this point, and she pointed to the house. Vi and Caitlyn looked through the window and recoiled.
"Oh God." Caitlyn said softly.
"...He's going DOWN." Vi said with a scowl. She ran to the door, and with one powerful kick, the door was knocked off of its hinges.
Vernon snapped his head over, and his heart stopped when he saw the two women in police uniforms. He had no time to think about it, as Vi had tackled him to the ground.
"Vi, don't be too rough, now." Caitlyn warned.
"...You're kidding, right?" Vi said flatly. "You know my motto: punch first, ask questions while punching." And with that, she turned back to Vernon, and slammed her fists into his face repeatedly. Caitlyn rolled her eyes and turned to Sona.
"...You made a very good decision calling us over, Sona." She said. "I'll go pull Vi off of the fat man. You tend to the boy."
Sona nodded, and rushed towards Harry, only to see that he was unconscious. Her eyes widened at how messed up he looked after two beatings. 'Oh no...No...' Sona thought in horror.
As gently as she could, she scooped him up and hugged him to her chest, starting to cry.
Caitlyn and Vi hoisted the beaten Vernon to his feet, and looked over at Sona. They both grimaced.
"Yeesh...You'd better take the little guy to the hospital." Vi said. Sona nodded, and sprinted out the door to her car.
She quickly threw her left-back door open and gently buckled Harry in before getting to her seat in front of him. She started the car and looked behind her to check on Harry, and barely managed to stop herself from throwing up. She looked forwards and put her car on drive, then sped out of Privet street and headed towards the nearest hospital.
About ten minutes later, Sona had pulled her car into the hospital parking lot. Without wasting a moment, she ran to the back of her car and unbuckled Harry, then picked him up, cradling him tightly against her chest, and ran through the door.
The person at the front desk's eyes widened as Sona ran up.
"Hey, you're that famous musician, aren't you? Wow..." Sona pointed to Harry frantically. "Whoa! That kid's seriously injured..." Sona gave him a flat expression, as if to say "Yeah, no kidding." "I'll go get the head doctor right away."
The secretary dashed out of his chair and rushed down the hallway to find the Head Doctor, leaving Sona and Harry alone. Sona took the time to look at Harry. 'He's absolutely adorable.' Sona thought to herself, bringing a smile to her face briefly before frowning. 'How could anyone treat such a beautiful child so horribly?'
Her muse was interrupted when the secretary came back with the Head Doctor of the hospital.
"This is amazing!" The head doctor said. "A famous musician, in my own hospital...What are the odds?" Sona stood and held Harry out to the doctor, giving him a pleading look. The doctor smiled. "Of course I'll help him. Please follow me."
She did so and followed him a short ways from the reception area to the emergency room half a hallway away. The Head Doctor opened the door and moved aside to let Sona and Harry in first. She gave him a thankful nod as she entered the room with the doctor following behind.
Gently, Sona placed the little boy in her arms down on the operating table. She frowned and gently moved a lock of hair away from his eyes, then smiled warmly and held the child's hand.
The doctor cleared his throat, getting her attention. "I'm sorry, miss Sona, but I'm afraid I have to ask you to wait outside while the procedure happens."
Sona looked at him sadly but nodded as she reluctantly let Harry's hand go and slowly walked out of the room, looking back at Harry right before she closed the door. She made her way back of the reception area and sat down on one of the chairs. 'Please be able to help him...' Sona thought to herself before sobbing slightly.