Blood magic isn't labeled as dark magic for no reason though. It is labeled as such because any use of blood magic corrupts the caster making them desire to use more powerful spells. Even a single use of blood magic can lead to an addiction to the feeling of power and lead even the purest white wizard down an incredibly dark path. Even a single use by an infant being protected by its mother's love is enough for blood magic's siren song to take root.

xXx

It was a peaceful evening in Godric's Hollow. The winds gently caressed the leaves of the trees as the last rays of sunlight drifted across the horizon coloring the sky a brilliant crimson. The streets were silent as the last few stragglers made into their homes for the night.

Inside one home James and Lily Potter sat together holding their son, Harry, as he slept. They had spent the evening watching him play and giggle with all his colorful toys. He wore himself after hours of playing with his parents and now slept in their arms.

The peaceful setting was shattered as the wards around the home alerted the couple of trespassers. "Lily take Harry upstairs now someone has found us." his wife wasted no time and was immediately on the move to get their child out of harms way.

Taking the stairs two at time she reached the second landing in an instant. Lily rushed into the nursery and placed little Harry into his crib. She heard an explosion from downstairs; the intruders had already made their way into their home. There was no time to wonder how they had been found or what was going to happen next. All Lily knew was that she had to go and help her husband. James was a strong wizard and an excellent duelist, but even he had his limits.

As Lily started to head out of the room to come to her husband's aid she heard him shout to her "Lily it's him! Get Harry away from here!" Lily couldn't apperate away with Harry the force was too much for an infant to withstand and there was no time to make a portkey. She did the only thing she could think of, cast a shield around Harry's crib and prepared to face Lord Voldemort herself.

Lily had always been a curious witch, always wondering what was possible with magic. It probably had to do with being a muggleborn. She grew up hearing of magic as this fairy tale ability that let the user do absolutely anything. When she found out she could do magic she was ecstatic. Nothing could trump the feeling of knowing that she had that special ability, that unique power, that certain something that made it so she could be just like the character in the stories her parents used to read to her.

As time passed and Lily learned that magic was a little more limited than she first thought she grew less mystified by the ability, and like all magic users began to take her ability for granted. It wasn't until she saw how much her own sister hated her for her magic that Lily once again realized how special a gift it was.

Lily, heartbroken at her sister's disgust, began to look for a way to let her sister use magic as well. She tried enchanting objects to hold magic so Petunia could use them, but without magic of her own Petunia couldn't reach the magic inside the object to make it work. Enchanted objects rely on a witch or wizard pushing their magic into the object to start its function. No matter what Lily tried nothing she could think of would work unless Petunia had her own magic. So Lily looked into darker magics trying to find something that would give Petunia any amount of magic of her own. It was then that Lily came across blood magic.

If Petunia was bound to Lily through blood magic perhaps the two could share Lily's magic between them. Lily had to practice though, she couldn't just dive into casting advanced blood magic on her sister it would only end in tragedy. Lily spent years searching for books that had any knowledge on the basics of blood magic. Where to start, how to cast the spells, what the magic can do, and its affects on the caster. The books were hard to find and always expensive to purchase, but if it could bridge the gap between her and Petunia Lily was willing to pay whatever was necessary.

She slowly became more and more adept at the magic, but due to the war she never got to the point of being able to share her magic with Petunia. Now with her greatest enemy in her home she knew her best chance of saving her son was to use the blood magic she worked so hard to find to turn a sacrifice of her life into an attack strong enough to kill even the dark lord.

She began to cast the spells necessary to protect her son and start the sacrifice. Lily for all her great intelligence couldn't have understood every aspect of the spell. Maybe she would have if she had studied it more, but she never thought she'd have need of such a spell. Who wants to think that a moment in your life will come where a mother killing herself will save her child. It's for this reason that instead of her sacrifice creating a weapon to attack the dark lord the spell latched on to her intent to protect her son from harm.

When Lord Voldemort stormed into the room and killed Lily Potter on that fateful night her spell meant to take him with her instead gave her son one of the greatest protective barriers in existence. A barrier that shielded Harry from only one thing, Lord Voldemort. Had any death eaters come with him and cast the killing curse on Harry he would have died like any other witch or wizard, but since Lord Voldemort, in his infinite pride, insisted on being the one to kill the child himself the barrier protected Harry. The killing curse is a powerful spell though it can't just be stopped and dissipated. The energy had to go somewhere, and since it couldn't go forwards towards the infant still asleep in his crib it ricocheted back towards the dark lord. In that single moment the greatest threat to wizarding Britain was destroyed by a child who's only injury from the encounter was a single lightning bolt shaped wound on his forehead.

xXx

6 years later

Harry Potter has lived with his aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and cousin Dudley for as long as he can remember. He has served as maid, Gardner, chef, and whipping boy for everything wrong with his relatives lives since he was 5. He lives in a quaint little space under the stairs in their home. He's made it as comfy a place as he could, though there isn't much a child can do about their living space.

Harry was currently hiding in his room dreading the day about to come. While most days weren't exactly fun in the traditional sense. Harry could at least expect them to go a certain way and as long as he kept up with his chores he was left alone. Unfortunately today was not a normal day. Today was one of the wondrous evenings the Dursley family was blessed with a visit from Vernon's sister Marge.

Aunt Marge was a rude and spiteful woman that was never fond of Harry not even when he had first arrived at his new family's home. She was just as large as her brother and just as poor looking, but always insisted she was more beautiful than any model or movie star. Harry didn't always know what the words aunt Marge used meant, but it was always abundantly clear that they were not positive things and that they were directed at him. On the bright side it was from aunt Marge that Harry had learned the most about his birth parents from.

Harry had learned that they were drunkards and drug addicts that recklessly endangered his life as an infant by placing him in the car, but at least he knew that about them. It was more than aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon had even told him about them.

The worst part about aunt Marge's visits wasn't the insults hurled his way or the certainty that she would find a flaw in something he did that would guarantee a punishment. No, it was her demonic little hell hound that she always brought with her. The dog must have been bred for dog fights or was an escaped lab experiment that was trying to make dogs into soldiers. Either way the dog's favorite target to try and attack was Harry and for the entire visit Harry would have to do his best to evade the demon.

Aunt Marge's visit had progressed as they usually do, Harry had left his room and prepared brunch to be ready as she arrived. It would be the first of five meals he would have to prepare throughout the day. After the meal was finished Harry washed the dishes while his relatives took turns making Aunt Marge laugh by insulting anything and everything they could think of about Harry from his unkempt and unruly hair to his tattered clothes and scratched glasses. Nothing was off limits as they insulted his alcoholic parents as well. Harry took it all in stride he would allow himself to feel the hurt of it later when they wouldn't mock his tears as well.

Hours later found Harry taking residence in the sole tree in the backyard as Marge's pet sat at the base of the tree barking and snarling up at him waiting for its prey to come down. Harry had thought that if he climbed the tree the dog would give up the chase and seek out something easier to attack. Like many things in Harry's life this plan did not go the way he had hoped it would. The dog wasn't going to give up its favorite target just because it was harder to catch. The dog started to circle the tree looking for a way up to Harry.

Realizing any hope of escape was gone and now forced to either submit or fight back, Harry decided it was now or never and he would rise up against his attacker for the first time in his short life. Harry quickly came up with the only plan he could think of that didn't involve trying outrun the beast below him. He waited for the monster to circle around the tree again until he was just beneath Harry's resting place.

Harry leapt from the tree and aimed to land directly on the dog. Harry knew that if he tried to jump and run the dog would catch his ankle and drag him down as it had in the past. The dog for all its viciousness and cruelty wasn't prepared for the weight of a remarkably emaciated seven year landing directly onto its back. Harry might not of weighed much, but from the height he jumped from it was enough for Harry to feel the dog's spine crack and break beneath his feet.

The dog's legs buckled under the weight causing its whole body to be swiftly pressed into the unforgiving ground below it. The dog let out a yelp as it was crushed beneath the child the force of the landing continuing past the creature's spine and destroying the organs under it. One if its ribs pierced its way free of the flesh that confined the single external wound giving a hint to the true extent of the wounds taking place inside. The dog's whines ended as its life drained away swiftly.

Harry looked down at his feet that were embedded in the broken remains of aunt Marge's dog. He had only planned knock it down with his weight, hopping that the show of force would cause the beast to reconsider chasing him. Now all that was left of the dog that tormented him was a still corpse, and a small amount blood leaking out from where the rib tore its way out of the dog's flank.

Everything was quiet as Harry took in the sight of what he had done. Then he heard the back door to the house slam open and unbridled fear coursed through the child. "What was that sound boy? If you hurt one hair on my dear sister's dog I will make you regret not letting it tear you apart with its tee-" Vernon paused as he saw his freak of a nephew standing on top of the mangled remnants of what must be Marge's pet.

Harry knew he was in for it now. No meals for a month if he was lucky and triple the chores was a given. In fact Harry had never done something so blatantly wrong before that he didn't have any idea what his punishment would be and by the rapidly darkening shades of color his uncle was going through it was going to be the worst punishment of his life.

Marge had made it outside with aunt Petunia standing at the door shielding Dudley's eyes from the sight before them. "My poor baby what did that monster do to it. Vernon do something go show that freak child that he's gone to far this time." Vernon advanced on the child seeing nothing but red now. Normally when the freak messed up it was more chores or missed meals, but this time he thought he could get away with killing an innocent dog and just get the normal slap on the wrist. There wasn't a chance in the world that the freak was just getting by with being locked in his cupboard for a week.

Vernon balled up his meaty hands ready to put the brat in his place once and for all. He closed in on the child and loomed over him he could see the child's fear reflecting in his emerald eyes. He reared back his arm and let loose a punch sure to make the child forget about ever disobeying any order given to him by his betters.

Harry was panicked he didn't know what to do or how to protect himself he couldn't do anything against a full grown man like his uncle. As if the fates themselves could feel his despair an energy surge within the child responding to Harry's absolute only desire in that moment. Someone protect me! Harry screamed in his mind as he flung his arms up to cover his head.

The blood leaking from the dog suddenly burst out like a geyser in a shower of gore. The blood circled the child whipping out and knocking Vernon off his feet. The blood hung in the air as everyone froze a bystander would have thought that everyone in the yard had been trapped in time. It felt as though even the wind had stilled as everyone stared in utter disbelief at what was happening. A boy crouched down under a tree with deep crimson blood rising to protect him from his own uncle.

Then time resumed as a scream ripped through the air.

Marge had known something was wrong with the boy, but never dreamed it would be something like this. She screamed in terror at the hell-spawn in front of her. Only the devil himself could have created a monster like this. A demon hiding under the guise of a mere child had slaughtered he beloved pet and was using its very blood as a weapon against her brother.

Petunia fainted the horror of seeing her sister's son proving to be the monster she always knew magical freaks were was too much for her. She collapsed and pulled Dudley down with her thankfully protecting him from everything that had happened.

Vernon went pale as the ghost he was certain was possessing the child. He looked down at his chest and couldn't tell if he was bleeding to death or if it was just a mark from whatever evil his nephew was working to cause blood to attack him.

Harry's entire body was shaking. Shaking from fear, from the power, from the adrenaline. Harry could scarcely tell what was happening over the sheer thrum of energy coursing through his frame. He lowered his arms and saw the scene played out before him, one aunt collapsed on the floor, the other screaming bloody murder, and his uncle white as a sheet looking as fearful as Harry had been just moments before.

The blood having done its job dropped back to the grass as if it had never risen to start with. As it fell the energy it had brought went with it leaving Harry with hollow feeling throughout his entire body. Aunt Marge stopped screaming and everyone waited with baited breath to see what happened next. Harry stared at them worried that without the blood to save him his uncle would start back in on him, but he didn't he continued to lay on the ground starring gobsmacked at his nephew.

Harry took a step forward causing all gathered to flinch back. Pausing only for a second before continuing past his relatives Harry returned inside went straight to his room and shut himself in. For the rest of the evening no one went into the backyard or stepped anywhere near the cupboard under the stairs.

xXx

4 years later

After "the incident" the status quo within the Dursley home changed. No longer was Harry required to do anything. He wasn't punished, spoken to, or even looked at. If Harry entered a room all conversation stopped and would stay silent until such time that Harry left. Harry didn't mind this change it left him with more free time to pursue whatever caught his interest, and what interested young Harry was discovering what exactly happened that evening.

In the years since "the incident" Harry had diligently searched for an answer that would describe all the events that took place. He started his search in his school's library it was small and most books were for younger children so they didn't even mention blood let alone go into detail about it rising from a dead animal and attacking people.

The lack of useful resources forced Harry to seek out his local library located only a brisk twenty minute walk from his relative's house and thankfully on the way back from school if he detoured a little. While Harry couldn't get a library card to check out books to take with him without a parent to sign for the card. He was more than welcome to come early and spend the majority of his day amongst the shelves as he searched for his answer.

Harry learned that without his relatives telling people he was deranged adults were actually quite kind to him. The librarians allowed him to bring his lunch inside despite it being against the rules, so long as he promised not to make a mess. The librarians were also willing to help in his search pointing Harry towards books about magic sorcerers and powerful wizards. These characters seemed to posses the powerful feeling that Harry had felt, but none of the people in these stories ever seemed to use their magic on blood.

One thing that was a common element across almost all accounts of magic users was that the power came from within them and seemed to be linked in some way to the users knowledge. Whether this was knowledge of an ancient magic language, or the knowledge of how to use their energy efficiently to not waste their limited reserves. All the magic users had some level of higher knowledge than those around them.

This discovery caused Harry to try and gain all the knowledge he could in hopes that it would "unlock" his power. He quickly discovered that just trying to cram knowledge into yourself won't get you anywhere and children are easily bored when it comes to learning. Lacking any real sucess from just gaining knowledge about random topics Harry abandoned this endeavor. Going back to his books on magic Harry came across another idea. Some magical people could gain a better connection with their power by meditating.

He gathered a few books on meditation and after reading up on the basics decided to give it a try. Harry sat on the broken springs of his mattress and began to try and clear his mind. The books suggested to focus on his breathing to help him clear away any stray thoughts. Harry's body relaxed and his thoughts cleared as he achieved this he strayed away from what the meditation said and began following the descriptions of the stories.

He focused on the center of his body searching for some source of power that he could call upon. He searched for several minutes finding nothing he chose to give up for now. Harry continued to meditate and just tried to relax as the books suggested. Weeks went by and Harry continued his meditation exercises he didn't find his magic, but he did find the activity to be calming.

xXx

It was a few days before Harry's eleventh birthday when Harry climbed out of his room and found a letter on the floor in front of his door. Uncle Vernon must have left it for him when he got the mail to avoid having to hand it to him personally.

The letter was addressed

Harry J. Potter

The cupboard under the stairs

On the opposite side of the letter was a red wax seal of what appeared to be a shield with a large H in the center.

Curious as to who could possibly be sending him mail Harry broke the seal and opened the envelope. Inside the envelope were two sheets of paper crisply folded into thirds. Harry unfolded the first letter and began to read.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Harry J. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. As you do not have an owl a staff member will come to collect your response in one week, and should you choose to attend they will accompany you to Diagon Alley. You will acquire all necessary items for your schooling on this trip. Please have your response ready when the staff member arrives.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Harry couldn't believe what he was reading. Surely this was a lie, some cruel joke someone was playing on him after seeing him reading so many books on magic. Harry placed the letter in his room it might have been fake, but it was still the first piece of mail he ever received. It was proof that someone somewhere knew he existed and thought about him long enough to compose a letter to him.

Harry continued about his normal routine for the next week. He went to school, then to the library to read, and then home to make himself dinner and go to sleep. All the while the letter consumed his thoughts. How did they know he lived under the stair? If it was just a trick they thought would work on a child obsessed with books on magic why not name the school something he would recognize?

As the one week deadline came Harry became more and more on edge all morning waiting for something to happen. There was a sharp rapt against the Dursley's front door and Harry started in shock. He rushed to the door calling behind to his relatives that he would answer the door.

He pulled open the door and the figure standing before him was all the proof he needed that the letter was no joke. In front of him was a stern matronly woman dressed in forest green robes and an honest to goodness pointed hat. It wasn't her appearance that made Harry believe though. It was the slight feeling of static that put your hairs on end that seemed to emanate from her. The slight glow to her eyes that belied something greater dwelled within her. It was the same power Harry had felt four years ago only more controlled, but still there for him to feel. Seeing him she began to speak "Hello Mr. Potter my name is Minerva McGonagall. I am deputy headmistress and the transfiguration professor at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Did you receive our letter?"

Despite the shock of finally having proof that what he was looking for existed Harry still managed to nod his head to her question. "Excellent may I come in to discuss your answer with your guardians?" She asked politely.

While the question was simple enough the consequences could be catastrophic. The Dursleys could use this opportunity to take this away from him. They could deny him any hope of ever discovering what magic was like beyond the pages of a story. With fear beginning to creep along his spine Harry hoped that he could avoid the confrontation with his relatives and responded, "No need Ms. McGonagall my relatives and I have already spoken about your offer and I would like to attend your school."

She smiled at Harry, "While I am glad to hear a positive response I must speak with your guardians first." Harry wasn't about to back down that easily though "I'm sorry Miss, but they are really busy people and I don't think we should disturb them over something we already talked about."

Her smile started to stiffen as she began to notice the child's fear that seemed to stem from her having any contact at all with his caregivers. This was far from her first visit to a muggleborn's home to speak with a family about their child attending Hogwarts. Over the years she had come across all kinds of families and prided herself on being able to soothe any doubts the family had about their child going to Hogwarts.

Minerva McGonagall was no fool either she knew that some families did not find magic fanciful as many do. Some families saw magic as pure evil manifested by the witch or wizard's dark intentions. They saw Hogwarts as a place where their child would be corrupted and made to horrendous acts in some ritualistic magical cult. It was families like these that were always the hardest to convince and always left a poor taste in her mouth. She felt as though she were almost stealing their children like the stories muggles tell about the witches of old.

It was for the best though children needed to learn to use and control their magic. If they didn't they could end up causing harm to those they care about. Accidental magic only got worse as magic users aged and their bodies grew stronger allowing them to house more energy within themselves. Without proper training to control these energies and put it to good use accidental magic could cause all the latent magical energy in a person to act all at once. A single anger fueled argument would cause all the energy stored in an individual for years to rush out in a single use of accidental magic and destroy an entire city block.

Muggles have been saying that such events were caused by gas leaks that caught a flame. In a way it is true the untrained witches and wizards are always in danger of catching a spark of anger and letting loose the fury within them.

With these thoughts in mind Minerva straightened her back and steeled her gaze she would not allow the son of two of her favorite lions to end up as some muggle cover up. She locked her eyes on the boy "What ever misgivings about magic your guardians have I'm sure I can clear up Mr. Potter."

Harry gulped at her sudden change in demeanor the slight static he felt earlier was now beginning to feel like a thunderstorm had come and replaced the woman. He stepped back and allowed her to enter and began to head towards his relatives "They're in the kitchen right now. It's right over here"

Minerva followed behind the child as he led her through a rather modest home it had hardly changed at all since she had last seen it. She had been the one to check it before she and Albus left young Harry here. The television had been upgraded to a newer model and more pictures hug from the walls, but everything else had remained the same as it was ten years ago.

She could hear voices coming from the room ahead of her. Curiously the talking ceased as soon as Harry entered the room, that was usually reserved for her entrance. Never the less she continued after the boy and entered the kitchen. At the table sat Vernon and Petunia Dursley both had been enjoying an early lunch together before Harry had entered the room. Their son must have already finished or wasn't home at all, because he was nowhere to be seen.

All eyes locked onto her as she stepped into the room and broke the tension caused by Harry's entrance. The older male rose and was the first to respond "Who are you and what are you doing in my home!" He shouted. Before she could respond he whipped his head towards his nephew "And you! why are you letting strangers in here?"

Trying to get ahead of the situation before it could spiral out of control Minerva answered the man "My name is Minerva McGonagall. I am here as a representative of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Your nephew Harry will be of age to attend the school at the start of the next term and I am here to receive confirmation as to whether or not he will be attending."

It was quiet for just a moment before pandemonium broke loose in the kitchen of number four privet drive. "I will not have you training this little abomination to do anymore freakishness than he already does. I won't allow you to take him and send him back later to kill us with your devil's work." Vernon bellowed.

Petunia saw her past repeating itself and started screeching at the woman that had taken her sister "I won't have you come in here and take him away! You took Lily from our family and changed her, you made her cruel and evil! You killed her and her husband too and you dare bring that evil into my house now!"

Minerva was shocked at the instant and utter vehemence she was met with most families that had issues waited until she demonstrated magic to accost her. The shock was only temporary though. She wasn't a head of house and deputy headmistress, because she backed down from a challenge.

A quick silencing spell over the two left the room deathly quiet. The two adult Dursley's mouths kept moving for a few more seconds before they realized no sound was coming out. Fear overtook anger as they both stepped back from the woman.

Minerva used this chance to speak "Now if you are both done. I am not here to steal away your nephew and turn him into some wicked monster. I am here to help him harness that power within him. I can see that your family has had poor experiences with magic in the past, but I assure you Mr. Potter receiving and magical education is in your best interests."

She leveled each of them with a glare "I am going to release the spell keeping you quiet now, and I expect you to behave like reasonable people so that we might work through any issues you have." With that she waved her wand again and released the silencing spell.

Eyes filled with mistrust, and doubting that the curse she had used had been lifted at all Vernon attempted to speak first "I want you out of my house you are not welcome here." While not exactly what she wanted to hear it was progress so Minerva calmly responded "I will leave your home just as soon as I can get your acceptance to let Harry attend school at Hogwarts."

By the look on Vernon Dursley's face that was not the response he wanted "We already told you he is not going to that freak school so you can make him more dangerous than he already is." The child must have hurt someone with accidental magic at some point. A shame since it would make this harder, but certainly not impossible.

Minerva began to explain "Harry will learn to better control his magic at Hogwarts, but it will not be dangerous nor will it be used on you when he returns. There are very strict laws prohibiting underaged magic in Britain and by learning to control his magic it will stop it from happening accidentally. If anything once he begins to learn at Hogwarts you will be safer than ever and should the worst happen and he try to harm you in any way the authorities will be here in an instant to stop him." While she was not fond of the worry this caused in Harry if it got him to Hogwarts then she could make it up to him there.

Vernon seemed to contemplate this if it would make the boy safer then maybe they should let him go, it would protect his family from the freak. "How do I know these law enforcers will come? They haven't come any other time he did things."

"That is because Harry doesn't have a wand yet. That is how our ministry tracks under age magic. Once he gets a wand and learns to use it his accidental magic will disappear almost entirely, and only in the most dire of circumstances will it reappear." Minerva responded.

This seemed to at least partially appease Vernon. It was enough that he was at least considering to allow his nephew to leave with the woman. "How much is school going to cost us I won't let this school take food of my child's plate just to afford to send this one to learn how to be a circus performer."

Minerva bristled at the circus comment, but answered him anyway "While normally there is a reasonable fee required for a child to attend Hogwarts in the case of your nephew that has already been taken care of and he will attend without any cost to your own family. The only cost your family will accrue is whatever cost it takes to take him to, and pick him up from, the station that takes students to and from Hogwarts. He will need transportation at the beginning and end of the school year as well as during winter break should he choose not to stay at the school"

This information caught Vernon's attention "You mean this is a boarding school? He'll be gone for most of the year? All we have to do is drop him off at the station and you'll take care of him unitl the summer?"

"Yes Mr. Dursley Hogwarts is a boarding school, Harry will spend from the first of September until the third week of June at Hogwarts. While difficult and unorthodox it can be arranged during the school year for students to visit home if necessary." Minerva hoped it wouldn't come to that students that had to floo home every other weekend or even every month tended to have trouble keeping up with their coursework.

Vernon wide eyed quickly responded "No, no that won't be necessary he won't need to come back I'm sure he'll be fine staying until summer and then coming back." Hopefully if he was away long enough the authorities would have whatever it is they need to track the boy. If not the less time he was here the safer they'd be from him.

Minerva was worried about the desire to get rid of their nephew, but hopefully that would clear with time once Harry learn to better control his magic. She turned to Petunia who had been quiet since her original outburst "It seems your husband is alright with sending Harry to Hogwarts do you have any concerns?"

Petunia's face pinched up ready to tear into the older woman, but Petunia was never one to stand on her own against others "No, if my husband thinks its for the best then just take the boy with you. Its not like you could make him any worse than he already is." With that Petunia walked out of the room.

Minerva frowned at this surely the boy couldn't have created so many problems with accidental magic to cause this level of distrust between family members. Harry had seemed quite well behaved for a child his aged since she had arrived. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts now was not the time dwell on that issue. Turning back to the remaining Dursley she raised her final question for him "If all is agreeable on Mr. Potter's schooling he will now need to get his supplies for classes. I will be accompanying your family to Diagon Alley where we can get everything he will need."

Vernon interrupted her here "We are far too busy to go on a shopping trip for a circus school he's old enough to get things himself and since you said it was already paid for he won't need any money from us to get whatever he needs." Vernon made to follow after his wife in the other room.

In all her years Minerva had never seen such blatant neglect of a child. To send an eleven year old child alone to a place they've never been with no money or way to get home was an affront to everything she stood for. Minerva rounded on the man ready to give him such a scolding he'd rue the day he ever thought he could neglect a child in her presence. As she opened her mouth to let loose a torrent of reprimands on the man a small voice cut through the air stopping her "If that's all are you ready to go Ms. McGonagall?"

Harry had stood silent through the whole exchange and was now looking up at Minerva a small smile could be seen on the child's lips. He couldn't help himself after almost losing it all he now had a chance to well and truly learn magic and everything it had to offer. It took everything he had not to grab Ms. McGonagall and start dragging her out of the house. He was ready to see what magic was like and the anticipation was bubbling over into excitement the longer he waited.

Minerva took a breath to calm herself. If the Dursleys didn't want to come with them to Diagon Alley then so be it she would take him on her own. "Yes, Harry I'm ready. Let's go get your things shall we."