Disclaimer- So, I am supposed to put one of this so, no , I am not J.K. Rowling. If I was I would be making money out of this venture.

Rehabilitation

Chapter 1

"Mum, I think we can trust the order's decision. We are isolated for our own good. They are protecting us", concluded the sturdy blonde boy in a huffed tone.

"Hmph! Protecting! A lot good that did us! Where was your precious order when those hooded freaks cornered us in the last location? Where is your not a waste of space cousin when we need him?"

"Mum, I think Harry's own life is in enough danger as it is. And our treatment of him in the past years does not really oblige him to save our lives risking his own!"

"Vernon! Listen to your son! That horrible freak has done something to him. He is speaking rubbish!"

" Oh! Do shut up Petunia. We are holed up in this horrific cottage for so long, it is enough to turn anyone mad!"

Dudley got up and went to his room taking advantage of his parents' row. It's been seven months in this secluded village in Scotland. After the last attack, the ministry took up new protective measures, as a result of which now they had no idea of what was going on in the outside world, real or magical. Surely, something drastic did not happen, or else they still would not be here.

The last year and half was really hard on him. The cloudy weather and the sense of impending doom never really left his side. However, for the last month things have lightened up a bit. The weather cleared up and his moods too.

Chapter 2

"16 A, Scoirag Road, is it?"

"Yes, take a right turn from the next crossing."

"oh, thank you!"

Anastasia never thought that being an intern in the auror department would be so dull. What with the just-finished war and new ministry, she thought she would have a hectic schedule at the internship. However, only the aurors and third year trainees were trusted enough for missions. A large section of death eaters were still uncaught and the wizarding world has still not learnt to trust again.

Hence, the intern made coffee and did boring paperwork. She was rather excited when she was approached for a field job. She had the responsibility of relocating the muggle relatives of some important member of the ministry whose identity was not disclosed to her.

When she finally reached the old cottage, it was difficult to believe that the cottage was as of now, a muggle residence. The cottage looked like a wizarding household, well, at least from the outside.