Here is my new story about Harry getting his freedom from the Dursley's before he even goes to Hogwarts. Please read and review thanks, Hannah x
Audrey Harry's guardian angel watched the scene below her and was sick and tired of the abuse she had seen Harry undergoing in number four Privet Drive since he'd been abandoned there by Dumbledore. Granted it wasn't ideal for anyone involved but that level of abuse was totally unnecessary and unfounded. She only had a small window of opportunity to use her magic to change the situation before Harry really did die at Vernon's hands. Petunia wasn't as bad as Vernon but she was nearly worse as she never stopped Vernon from doing whatever it was he wanted to the boy. When Dumbledore had visited them a while after Harry had been abandoned there he'd charmed some ornaments in the home with jealousy and hatred charms all aimed at Harry. This meant the others would hate Harry and abuse him but would have nothing in their systems which could ever be tied back to him if they should ever be captured. He was truly covering his ass.
After everything the prophecy had said Harry should be very vulnerable and weak when he comes to their world so that he'll willingly believe everything Dumbledore should choose to tell him as Dumbledore would appear to be the only person whose ever been kind to him in his life and therefore blindly trusted. A quick spell from Audrey saw that an earth quake hit the whole of Surrey with just a few plates and or the ornaments in the case of Harry's house breaking. While they were cleaning up she used one last spell to ensure that Harry was always well fed and with proper clothing making the Dursley's feel that if they didn't do this, social services would be calling around and telling everyone their business.
As intended no real damage was done to anyone in the area minus a few plates and trinkets so everyone was relieved. Dumbledore would never hear of this as he never bothered to check on Harry knowing his trinkets would be doing the work for him. This did have its benefits as he would never know the effects of the different spells had worn off. As Petunia swept up the mess and the spells started wearing off she felt very different indeed more so then she could have initially predicted.
"Vernon I am telling you this I don't care about much but I will not have social services calling round here poking their noses in where it's not wanted. Harry will be getting three square meals a day and his own clothing and that's final. He will be told nothing and to be honest I can't risk anything so he'll be getting Dudley's second bedroom. He will have one bed, a desk and nothing else asides from the old and tattered wardrobe" she said as Vernon looked up at her in awe.
"Even I have to admit you're right. I am a private man and I don't want anyone knowing anything about my home life they shouldn't. I'll deal with telling the boy. BOY GET IN HERE NOW!" he hollered as the young and frail seven-year-old came into the room.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon" he answered tentatively.
"From now on you will be sleeping upstairs in Dudley's second bedroom and we'll be getting you clothing of your own. You will eat three solid meals a day and that will be the end of it. Do very well in school boy do you hear me? I want you to be very smart so this way no one can ever say anything about you and or how you've been raised at home. You are getting these things so we're not judged. As you're here now we'll go to the charity store and buy you some new well-fitting clothing. Also, because you quite frankly look ridiculous a trip to the eye doctor is in store. I won't have anyone call me a freak by association and as we really have no idea how in the hell other people think we're doing this and that's the end of it" he said as Petunia looked on seriously.
At least Harry was being treated somewhat better even if his new clothes were charity shop ones. They went to charity store spending fifty pounds and leaving with eight bags of clothing. This way they would last the year and no one could say anything. Next, they went to the optometrists and he was quickly seen to.
"Ma'am may I ask where he got these glasses?" the lady asked in the store.
"Well to be honest he's had them so long I really don't remember!" she answered as the lady frowned.
"These glasses are so bad they've caused an infection in his eye and will be thrown out. Once the infection is gone he is to wear the new glasses he's been prescribed. I have no idea who or why he was prescribed completely the wrong glasses but that much exposure for this long would explain why he now has an infection. Tell me young man did you not tell your parents your eyes were hurting?" she addressed Harry who jumped at being spoken to nicely.
"Em, no they're not my parents. My parents died. These are my aunt and uncle and I never felt the need to tell them my glasses weren't working. My eyes are very sore but I still don't want to cause a fuss I swear!" he said as she regarded him seriously.
"I can see obviously with the loss of his parents it's been tough on him the poor mite and that may also be why he didn't wish to tell you about the glasses hurting him. Put these drops in his eyes twice a day for one week and then he is to wear these glasses" she instructed as they left. His new glasses were round plastic framed ones which had a leopard style design to them. They looked ultra-modern and he loved them although he'd never tell anyone that in case they broke them. When he got home he was ordered to go into the cupboard under the stairs for a while until things had been sorted out. There was a knock on the front door and as Petunia answered it she gasped.
"Mum what in the world is going on? Why are you here?" she asked as her mother came in looking thunderous. She rarely saw her mother these days and when she did it was usually tense with lots of lecturing on how to raise Dudley properly.
"Petunia Marie Dursley nee Evans! I swear to god almighty if you do not explain yourself at once there will be trouble. I raised you better then this or at least I thought I did. You do realise your behaviour is a bad reflection on me don't you and I will not have it. Do you hear me?" she shouted as Petunia shrunk back slightly. Her mother had only ever spoken to her this way when she'd been a child.
"Mum what is it? I'm afraid I actually don't know what you're talking about!" she said looking genuinely confused.
Her mother then burst into tears and soon was full on sobbing as Harry glanced out from his cupboard slightly which of course she noticed going pale as a sheet.
"We will get to that in a moment but have you taken complete leave of your senses? I have just seen a child, yes child in your cupboard under your stairs. He's way too thin to be Dudley" she said opening the cupboard to much protesting from her daughter whom she ignored.
When she saw Harry, she flailed her arms slapping petunia so hard the woman stumbled backwards. "When I said I raised you better than this I didn't mean this but I should have. Why am I just now hearing that my precious Lillian is dead? I am sure it is safe for me to assume this is her son. Why is he here and why is he in that damn cupboard? You will answer me now do you hear me or else things will get ugly and you will hear or indeed see things you'd rather not. I wasn't going to do this but if you don't sit up and fly right you will learn why Lily was so unique!" she shouted dragging Harry from the cupboard and sitting him on the couch.
"Mum the man Albus Dumbledore who abandoned Harry with us expecting us to just raise him like that out of the blue told us you knew she was dead and I believed him. That honestly is the truth and on Dudley's life I swear it!" she said as her mother scowled deeply.
"I believe you, you know. I really do. What I cannot however believe is what I am seeing right now. I warned you marrying Vernon would cause problems and it clearly has however you made your bed and so you will lie in it. That is not my concern however he is. Did you seriously believe that Lily wasn't talking to me? She was only not talking to you because her husband embarrassed Vernon and himself on a few occasions. You could never get over that and while I understand your desire for something normal you should have realised with Lily that things would never be normal for this family. Good gracious is that a bruise on the boys chest and legs. What in the hell have you become asides from bitter and twisted that is? I know abandoning Harry with you was wrong when you clearly can't afford him. Right that's it! He'll be living with me from now on no questions asked. I had a traumatic experience as a child so all I can tell you is I have more in common with him then you'll ever understand. Do you protest to him coming with me to live?" she thundered as Petunia shrunk back slightly in her seat.
"Mum I swear he was being moved today to Dudley's um second bedroom and we even bought him new clothing and glasses. I will not hear of you admonishing me any further. We get money from his account in that blasted bank thing Lily was always going on about in our accounts. It has paid the bills on a few occasions I can surely tell you. I am sick and tired of being judged by Vernon, my neighbours and now you. I will not stand for this bullshit any longer. Take his clothes and all of his things and get out now both of you. I don't ever want to see either of you ever again!" she thundered herself surprising her mother deeply.
"Petunia although you have seriously lost your way and should consider mental help I'll always love you because at the end of the day you're my daughter. I hope for the sake of darling Dudley you don't have anymore children. Give these fifty pounds to Dudley for his birthday wish him well for me. Ah Vernon you show yourself at last I see. I'll be taking young Harry here as you're clearly not capable of running a bath much less a business. How in the hell you're actually still raising your own son in beyond me but don't worry about Harry and I as you won't be hearing from us again. I have given Petunia fifty pounds for Dudley's birthday. He must not suffer because of your ignorance. Goodbye!" she said taking Harry and his things out to her car. He was very confused.
He hurt all over, his broken bones and bruises aching. You couldn't see them with his clothes on over them but under his clothing it was horror show. He sat in the car and began to weep. "Please don't hurt me for asking but where are we going and who are you?" he asked tentatively. She reached out a hand to touch him shocked when he reeled back in fear.
"Harry I am your grandmother. Your mother Lily was my daughter. I am merely giving you a hug. It's ok you don't need to fear from me although we do need to lay down some ground rules which you must follow. In future if you want to ask me anything or for anything you must do it immediately and know always that nothing bad will ever happen to you. I am not like my other daughter Petunia and I am so sorry she was ever allowed to care for you. Things have been very tough for her and I will explain why when we get home. When you hear why things have been tough for her you will need to learn about your heritage and I will be there to guide you no matter what should happen. Now you should only do things around the house if I ask you to. You'll be moving schools too as I don't care what happens you will be smart and noticed for your intelligence. Belt up please and let's go home!" she said hugging him close and let him simply cry his eyes out releasing all of the emotional baggage and feelings he'd kept bottled up inside for all this time. He clearly needed the release and she was more than willing to oblige him.