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June 1stIt was summer, the trip from Hogwarts seemed to fly by, before they knew it, they were at Kings Cross. The order was confronting the Dursleys about their treatment of Harry. They knew he wasn't treated well, but had no idea of the horrors Harry had lived through with his so called family. Remus growled at the Dursleys "You will treat him well, with respect and kindness, he is to send us letters every three days letting us know how he is doing. If we don't hear from him," Vernon interrupted him growling, his face red "Are you threatening me sir?" "Yes" replied Mad-eye Moody, impressed that the red faced muggle caught on so quickly. "As I was saying, if we don't hear from him, every three days, we will pay you a visit" growled Remus, his wolf was not liking the feelings of hate coming off Harry's so called family.
After a round of hugs and well wishes for a good summer, Harry and the Dursleys left Kings Cross. The ride home was long and quiet except for the occasional growl and mumbling coming from Vernon.
Once they arrived at Privet Drive, Vernon stormed into the house, leaving Petunia, Dudley and Harry outside. Harry unloaded his trunk and Hedwig's cage from the boot of the car and made his way into the house, but before he could take his things upstairs, a furious and red faced Vernon stopped him and tried to berate him into doing all the cleaning, yard work, laundry and cooking.
"BOY!, you will send those freaks letters every 3 days," he roared with his mustache twitching, his face red, "You will do as you are told, eat when we say you can and you'll be going back into the cupboard!" thinking 'Freaks! Like they can tell me what to do in my own home.'
Harry smirked at Vernon and calmly said "Why don't I go outside and get whomever is watching the house and you can tell them yourself." As he turned to open the door, Vernon's eyes widened, his face paled
"What?" he said as he reached out to stop Harry. He didn't want all those freaks near his perfect, normal home, one was enough.
Harry raised one eyebrow "You didn't honestly think they would threaten you and not check did you? By the look on your face I can see you did, we wizard's are not stupid, regardless of what you think." He gave Petunia a pointed look over Vernon's shoulder.
Dudley could be heard raiding the frig in the kitchen. He could careless about the argument. Now, once the torture of the freak started, he would watch and help.
Back in the entry hall, Vernon was coming unglued, his left eye was twitching, his face was blood red, he furiously yelled "Now See Here-"
But Harry had heard enough, with a frustrated wave of his hand and a cold glare he yelled "NO, YOU SEE HERE, I WILL WORK IN THE YARD, BECAUSE I LIKE IT, I WILL EAT WHEN I PLEASE, I WILL NOT SLEEP IN THE CUPBOARD, BUT IN MY BEDROOM AND WE CAN IGNORE EACH OTHER FOR ALL I CARE, BUT SPEAK TO ME IN A CIVIL TONE AND I WILL SPEAK TO YOU CIVILLY, NOT THAT YOU DESERVE IT. ACT OUT AND I WILL GET MY WATCHER"
Petunia wanting to end the confrontation before Vernon had a stroke answered "That's fine."
Grudgingly, Vernon also answered with a curt, "Fine."
"By the way, I need to go to London tomorrow, and a ride would be appreciated or I could get the Weasleys to come and get me." Harry asked innocently.
"No more freaks, I will take you on my way to work, but you will have to find your own way home and what about those freaks, they don't want you leaving the house."
"Don't worry about them, I will take care of it" Harry waved him off as if it didn't matter.
"Fine." Vernon says as he pushes past Harry and head into the living room to watch the telly. Petunia stood there stunned at how Harry got Vernon to agree to take him to London.
Harry smiled at Petunia as he headed for the door. Outside, he found Mundungus Fletcher on duty. He calls out "Hey Dung, how are you?"
Dung looked over at Harry and smiled "Hey Harry, fine and you?"
"Oh, fine, so tell me what are your shifts like?"
"Oh not bad, I'll be here until 9am in the morning, and then Diggle will be here until 5pm, Tonks till 9pm and then Moody, so forth and so on. Those of us without regular jobs have 8 hours shifts and those that do have 4 hour shifts."
"Oh, why are you here so long?" quizzed Harry
"Well, I'm pulling a extra long shift, until Dumbledore can get the rest of the schedule straightened out." replied Dung with a smile.
"Oh, well, don't work to hard," laughed Harry, "I better get back inside, see ya later" Harry waved as he left.
Dung laughed "Bye Harry." He sat down and got comfortable, it was going to be a long night.
Harry went in and took all his things up to his room and read one of the books he found of Dudley's. A couple of hours later Petunia called him down for dinner. They ate in silence; after dinner Harry politely says "Uncle Vernon, I will be able to leave with you in the morning, I spoke to my watcher outside."
Vernon barely polite, "Good, just remember you'll need to find your own way home."
Harry adds, "That's fine; Aunt Petunia, I would like to talk to you later if you don't mind."
Petunia hesitantly replies, "Of course, Harry."
"Thank you." said Harry as he excused himself to go to his room and wait for his aunt.
Once in his room, he decided to go through all the junk that was there. He found a cd player, mp3 player, laptop, and more books that had collected over the school year. Harry had a large collection of books, that Dudley had discarded over the years, school books, books he'd received as gifts (that he never read), so Harry had a wonderful collection and was going to add to it. There were also VCRs, a couple of TVs, and several remote controlled toys. It took a couple of hours, but he sorted through the books and found all of Dudley's school books, most of them brand new as he never opened them, fiction and non fiction. Harry decided to keep the new books all 200 of them, he was amazed that so many books were collected in the 9 months he'd been gone. Maybe he could get either the CD player or the MP3 player to work. His train of thought was interrupted with a light know at the door; he called out, "Come in."
"You wanted to talk to me?" Petunia said softly.
"Yes, Aunt Petunia, I would like to know more about my mother. At school everyone is quick to tell me about my dad, but no one say much about my Mum, except she was really good at charms and had something of a volatile temper. Do you have any old photos of her or anything of hers?"
With a half smile, Petunia says "I'll be right back."
She left for a moment when she returned, she was holding a small chest in her hand; she simply states, "This was your mother's. No one has been able to open it; maybe you can. There are also a couple of boxes in the attic, they arrived a few days after you did. I never opened them; you may go and get them as well. Why don' t we go now? I will show you where they are."
They went to the attic, the boxes were in the far left corner. Harry was thankful the boxes weren't heavy, he thought they must have a feather-light charm on them. After getting the boxes down stairs, with Petunia's help, he stacked them in his room.
Petunia yawned "Why don't you look through these and I will talk to you in the morning, it's been a long day and feel free to keep any of the books and things in this room, anything you don't want we will get rid of." Little did she know that Harry had taken books over the years and he wasn't about to correct her.'
Harry smiled at Petunia "All right, thank you, Aunt Petunia"
Petunia left as Harry pulled the boxes over to his desk. He broke the tape on the first box, inside there were seven shrunken trunks and a letter with his name on it.
He opens the letter...
