Disclaimer: I own nothing, just playing with HP world in my mind, no money gained.

AN: Trigger warnings for this chapter; starvation, isolation, physical violence to children, child sexual abuse – all non-descriptive, but all mentioned. Please do not read if this will bother or offend you.

Chapter One – The ending to begin

Number 4 Privet Drive looked like every other house on the street. Lights winking on as people sleepily got ready for another day of work.

Petunia Dursley huffed in the silent kitchen, "That girl! Where is she? She knows to be down here starting breakfast." Petunia was at a loss. The girl had been with them for three and half years now. She had been taught to speak only when asked a question, do her chores and eat when given food. After everyone else had eaten of course and if there was anything left. Any disobedience meant the belt and solitary in her cupboard under the stairs. Any sound from the cupboard meant no food that day. The last six months the girl was not in the kitchen when Petunia got downstairs. When Petunia looked for her, the cupboard was unlocked and the girl was not found anywhere.

Reaching for the cast-iron frying pan, Petunia heard her five year old son softly say, "Mum…p-p-please I don't want to be a b-b-boy. I don't w-w-want to hurt h-h-her." Stunned Petunia turned, stood and looked at Dudley standing in the kitchen doorway. With tears coursing down his face, his left cheek bruised and blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, his eyes begged her to fulfill his request while his hands clenched tightly by his sides.

"Dudley, what has happened?" cried his mother as she dropped the frying pan onto the stove. Overhead she could hear the shower running in the bathroom. Vernon was getting ready for work, as was the regular routine. Please God no, how can I even think that…

With a trembling voice the boy said, "I asked him what he was doing with the girl in the bathroom. He hit me and told me it wasn't my turn yet. I had to wait until I was older. He said not to say anything to you. She was naked Mum. Please Mum, I don't want to be a boy and do that. Don't let him make me."

Petunia grasped for her son and pulling him towards her hugged him tight. In a deceptively calm voice she replied, "Never ever will I allow you to hurt anyone that way. Go next door to Mrs. Martin's. Stay there until I come for you. I love you son and you did right to tell me. Go quickly now!"

Her fingers shook as she reached for the telephone. Dialing the emergency number, she silently prayed she was wrong about what was happening upstairs. "Please pick up…please hurry…" she murmured.

"Hello, you've reach the emergency response telephone line. How may I direct your call?" a pleasant voice enquired.

"Police, and hurry there isn't much time…" whispered Petunia. The calm voice replied, "One moment please."

A male voice stated, "How may I help you?"

"My h-husband, I think he is mol-mol…t-t-touching the girl. He's upstairs right now and I can't find her. Please hurry. I have to stop this. He's over 350 pounds, bring back-up." said Petunia while tears dripped down onto her hands.

"Please stay on the line. Don't go anywhere. What is your address?" said the male voice.

"Number 4 Privet Drive. I can't let him do this…I have to stop him." she whispered.

"Ma'am…Ma'am?…please don't go near him…the police are coming…Ma'am!" yelled the man.