The courts - thank god - ruled "guilty", their new Uncle - a Mr Remus Lupin - coming to visit daily, whenever he wasn't tutoring people.

Finding out he knew Harry's Mum had caused Dudley to get angry, though the fact Harry wanted to know more about Lily had both adults finally coming to a truce.

The rest of the day is spent helping clean out the spare room for Harry. as well as helping her get settled as Petunia also starts throwing Vernon's stuff out.

There is only one time she hesitates, and that's with a pair of champagne flutes, gold edging around the neck of the glasses, as are the edges of the base.

"Petunia?" Remus asks, concerned, especially when he sees the tears as she holds the flutes in each hand.

"...It was a present... He got it for me on our first anniversary..." Petunia's voice is soft, before giggling as she wipes at her tears with an arm. "He was... I thought he was a good man, he was gentlemanly, made me laugh..." Her eyes grew hard as her grip tightened, before slamming the champagne flutes on the counter, cursing quite a few word Remus was definitely never going to repeat.

Remus moves forward quickly when he notices she slammed them down hard enough to break the necks clean in half, stabbing into her hands as Petunia swore.

"Hey, calm down... Let me sort these out..." he took her to the tap, rinsing away the blood as he began checking the wounds quickly, summoning a pair of tweezers to pull the few shards in her hands out.

Then Harry ran in.

"Auntie?" she askewd, worried.

"I-It's fine, darling, go and play with Dudley, we'll find you in a bit."

Her gaze grows concerned.

"No one can remove the past, but we're here, Auntie! Uncle's locked up! We can try and at least move on, learning from what's happened!" Harry bites her lip as her eyes lower to something Remus can't see; the creatures Harry says she can see.

Dudley, as though silently summoned, runs in a moment later, before throwing his arms around his Mother's waist...

"You mean to tell me, that thanks to that monster, my niece has been forced into this curse?!" Petunia rages.

"I asked a friend, who has a daughter with a similar attitude; apparently it can happen when a parent is murdered during a child's adolescence, though usually it's when they are a Seer, like his own child. " Remus replies, outwardly calm.

"Those creatures are... Terrifying. She managed to show me, once, when I asked her if she could; I meant drawing, but she too my hands in her own, and... They were like inked words shaped into animals, with razor-like features and glowing eyes, which fixed upon us both as soon as... She says she can't see hers, but it was right behind her, two heads taller than me and so skeletal, it was like looking at Death himself... His eyes were the worst; one was red, the other the exact same green as Harry's eyes, and I wanted to bundle her up in my arms to make them leave..." Petunia was close to tears, Remus quickly lifting the untouched tea to her.

"Here..." he said softly, "Take it; it'll help calm you down."

Petunia did so, as Remus sighs, sorrow entering his features.

"I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner; you have been brave to deal with this. Dumbledore, the man who brought Harry here, didn't tell us where you were, so only he, Mrs McGonagall and Hagrid knew where you were. I only started looking for you because I got a message from Sirius, Harry's Godfather, about the fact Dumbledore had actually betrayed him, as well as it was you she went too; I was hoping to check Dumbledore hadn't caused any tragedy on either Harry or your family." Remus' face turned serious, I'm not sure, however, how I would have handled Vernon..."

Petunia's gaze grows sharp, as she wipes her tears away to try and increase the intimidation.

"'Caused tragedy'?! What do you mean?!"

"An innocent man was wrongly convicted to a fate worse than death, as well as the ffact Dumbledore, despite his good intentions for Light Wizards, has allowed our world to fall into a war that I find, as a Werewolf - a supposedly Dark Creature - from a Light family, stupid." Remus replies, glad the children are finally back at school. "Not only does it mean Dark Creatures find it hard to earn a penny in the Magic world, but we have to somehow obtain potions to help us on a poor income. Children are taught that blood purity, not their choices, are what makes them important, Harry would, had she not her status as the daughter of a formerly noble house, be a second-class citizen for her Halfblood state; meaning she's from a muggleborn parent and a pureblood parent. Lucy, even, got frowned upon because she was a Muggleborn, no matter if one of her parents - one of your parents - could have been a pureblood squib - someone without magic."

Petunia frowns, putting down the cup.

"So they're basically old-age traditionalists with minds like those fromthe 1800s?" she asks.

"And technology of the 1940s coupled with Magic; it's better abroad, such as Asia or Brazil, for instance, where everything's up to date, yet it's thanks to people like He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and Dumbledore that we won't advance," Remus states, "Yet both sides want to use Harry for her status as the Girl-Who-Lived."

"I'll hate it when her letter comes..." Petunia frowns, "Aren't there other schools but for Hogwarts?"

"Sadly, only overseas, such as Beauxbatons in France or Durmstrang in Sweden. I believe there's others in China and Australia, but I believe ties were cut back in the Second World War..." Remus answers, before smirking, "However, Dumbledore expects Harry to be complacent, like the other First Years, who he can mould easily. If she is taught the basics ahead of time, we may be in with a chance of allowing her more freedom from his reign."

Petunia nods, before a soft smirk comes to her face, a chuckle breaking from between her lips.

"I believe it hard to be in this situation; I swore I would hate you Magicals, yet thanks to Harry... Yes, we'll teach her - and Dudley, of course; I don't want him to suffer as I did, with my sister gaining all the attention. I'll work harder, and we can earn him tuition fees and the grades for an equally renown school, non-magical, if possible."

Remus smiles at that, before nodding, as the adults think.

"Have you gone to Gringotts before?"

"Where?"

"I'll take that as a no... What about Diagon Alley? The shopping centre of Magical Britain?"

"Back in Lily's Third year." Petunia nods.

"Gringotts is the bank there; it is run by Goblins, though that means the Ministry can't really sway what happens within the vaults there. Harry should have a trust vault, as well as the Potter Vaults. There is a Magical-to-Muggle currency, so we can use that for Harry, then you should have more money left for Dudley; we'll have to take Harry there, to get the paperwork done, and we'll have to see if Dumbledore has taken anything from there."

Petunia nods, before smirking.

"Sounds like a plan; I can't have any grubby old men causing any problems for my childrens' futures."

OK, Remus being our mediator is sorta overdone, but I thought "heck it, he's a calm, more-likely-neutral Werewolf who knows his stuff"; it makes things easier to mould if he's also working in the Muggle Realm thanks to the Magical laws... (I can also have cute mayhem with Petunia earning a few things and gaining the title of "Squib" more easily... *chuckles evilly*

OH THE JOYS I HAVE PLANNED! XD

Ciao! ^w^