Magic School Bus and HP crossover

By: Sayaalv

(A/N: I own nothing and see last chapter)

Ms. Frizzle took a deep breath as she and a shocked but angry Keesha stood outside the principal's office, by the shouting it seemed like the Dursley parents were already there. Ms. Frizzle's hair was even more frizzy than normal and there was a fire in her eyes as she got ready to open the door. She was certainly going to raise some hell.

Her daughter had been viciously abused and neglected, as they had discovered for sure when Keesha had told the nurse that Dudley had hit the white haired child in the ribs a time or two. Upon lifting up the childs shirt to check her ribs, much to Angels protest, they had found numerous welts, cuts, bruises, and scars crisscrossing one another the most prominent of which was the word 'freak' being carved into her chest starting at her collar bone and ending at her navel. The nurse had immediately called the hospital to come pick up the child and examine, and hopefully treat, her there.

"Keesha." Ms. Frizzle said seriously and getting her students attention effortlessly.

"I want you to stay close to me and your grandmother in there. The Dursleys may try to attack you in some way for punching Dudley and I don't want you getting even more injured." Ms. Frizzle said causing her student to nod slightly in agreement, seeing how deadly serious her teacher was being for once. What Ms. Frizzle didn't tell her dark skinned student was that the Dursley adults were likely to recognize her, or Petunia was at least, and if they annoyed her even the slightest bit then she was liable to go berserk and she didn't want her student to get caught in the crossfire by accident.

Ms. Frizzle turned the doorknob and opened the door to let herself and Keesha into the room, causing it to fall quiet as the others waited to see who was entering. The first thing that happened was Keesha's grandmother rushing over to inspect her granddaughter for injury, scowling slightly at the sight of a couple of bandages on Keeshas forehead. The second thing that happened was Ms. Frizzles and Petunia Dursley's eyes meeting, causing Petunia's mouth to drop open in shock.

"You! They told me you were dead! They promised you were dead!" Petunia all but shrieked as she pointed at Ms. Frizzle who merely frowned at her.

"I got better. Nice to see you too, Petunia." Ms. Frizzle said dryly to her older sister, causing Keesha to snicker slightly at the look on the Dursley's faces at this.

"Well now that we have established that I am indeed alive. Does anyone care to tell me why young Dudley was chasing around Angel and punching her until Keesha here stopped him?" Ms. Frizzle asked crossing her arms over her chest while Petunia paled and sunk down in her seat. This would not end well no matter what and she knew it.

"My boy was just playing around with the girl! He didn't mean to hurt her badly. You know how boys can get though!" Vernon said looking at his wife curious as to how she knew the teacher in the weird outfit.

"I have reports from three different students who were on the playground, as well as over two dozen other eyewitnesses, that said otherwise. Your son chased down Angel until she tripped and fell, at which time he proceeded to punch her multiple times in various places until Keesha stopped him by starting a fight with him." Ms. Frizzle said platting Keesha's head proudly and reassuringly when Dudley began to glare at her.

"They must've been lying or merely misunderstanding the situation." Vernon said glaring slightly at the frizzy red haired teacher that looked somewhat familiar to the overweight man.

"All of them? You do realize that most students have their recess at around the same time so dozens of students of various ages and classes all saw the same thing. Your son chasing around a white and black haired girl until she fell and he started hitting her. Angel is the only child in the school that has that unique hair coloring and therefor there was no mistaking that." Ms. Frizzle calmly retorted her face as emotionless as her eyes right now, causing Petunia to gulp and slip even further down into her seat.

"Ask the girl what happened! She'll tell you that they were just playing!" Vernon said his face starting to turn purple as he began glaring full force at the red haired teacher who wasn't fazed in the slightest.

"I would if she were not being sent to the hospital to be treated for years of abuse and neglect. By now the police are already at your house with a warrant and searching the premises for any sign of abuse or mistreatment that they can find." Ms. Frizzle said her eyes flashing in anger as she glared at the Dursley adults.

"They wouldn't find anything even if we did abuse her! We just moved here so there would be no evidence." Vernon said smugly while Petunia dropped her head in her hands and shook it slowly.

"At your house? They most likely won't, I'll give you that. But the doctors at the hospital will no doubt notice the scars, bruises, burns, and welts all over Angel." Ms. Frizzle stated closing her eyes to try and not only calm her temper but also try to keep from thinking about those marks on her daughter. Behind her Ms. Frizzle could tell that Keesha had been pulled into a protective embrace by her grandmother and that right now said grandmother was glaring at the Dursleys in disgust. At his desk, Mr. Ruhle was sitting there in shock and horror at what was going on in front of him. Although both of the other adults were curious about one thing and that was how Ms. Frizzle knew these despicable adults.

"She's a very clumsy child. She falls and all sorts of other things all the time!" Vernon said defensively, hoping that they bought this rather pathetic excuse.

"How'd she fall and get the word 'freak' carved into her chest then!?" Keesha demanded in disbelief, causing her grandmother and Mr. Ruhle's breaths to hitch in their throats.

"You stay out of this girl!" Vernon bellowed at Keesha, who merely glared at him fearlessly while Ms. Frizzle stepped in front of her student protectively.

"Keesha's question is legitimate. You have no reason or excuse to yell at her, and if you think you can threaten my student right in front of me while I stand idly by you have another thing coming." Ms. Frizzle said glaring fiercely at Vernon and causing him to flinch slightly before his anger override his fear and any common sense he may have had.

"I still don't know what you saw in this whale, Petunia." Ms. Frizzle idly commented to the blond woman who was sitting there with her pale face buried in her hands.

"How dare you insult me or speak to my wife!? How do you even know her you freak?!" Vernon shouted at Ms. Frizzle who merely raised an eyebrow at him calmly.

"Not surprised you don't recognize me. Last time I saw you, you were ruining my wedding. I don't see why you have a problem with me speaking to Petunia. She is my sister after all. Isn't that right, Tuney?"