Harry turned his head. "Mrs Weasley, please, it's my fault. I deserve this. And its not like you haven't done the same to Ron." A faint note of bitterness and regret entered his voice towards the end. Sirius was taken aback at his Godson's words, I deserve this? What in Merlin's name? Mrs Weasley was opening and closing her mouth like a fish out of water. Then she saw that none of the numerous welts on Harry's back were new today and the shock and pain on Sirius's face registered and a soft "Oh Harry, how could we let this happen?" issued from her mouth before her expression turned hard as she growled "You damn Dursley's" before turning and stalking out of the room. Someone was going to pay for this. Sirius sank onto the nearest chair and put his head in his hands, the very picture of dispair. "Sir..." Harry began but Sirius cut him off, lifting up his head and motioning him over. "Put your top back on Harry and come over here, please." Harry regarded Sirius suspiciously but did as he had been bid, and went over to the older wizard, getting ready to duck. He stiffened as Sirius grasped his hands and held them clasped in his. "Harry" he began, "you do Not deserve to be beaten-" "But Ron was!" Harry exclaimed and added bitterly "Why am I any different?" "Harry, he was spanked. Not beaten. There's a difference. And you would have got the same punishment. The point is Harry, you do not deserve to be treated like that. It's wrong whatt they did to you. Nobody deserves to be treated like that." Harry looked young and vunerable in that moment and little did Sirius know that Harry was finally hearing the words that he had imagined somebody saying to him for twelve long years. "Harry James Potter. You deserve love, kindness and-" "Why?! Because I'm the bloody so-called Chosen One and I demand love and attention?!" Harry demanded in a sudden flash of anger. "No. Because you are one of the most selfless, nicest, genuine person I have come across and I am oh so proud to be your Godfather. Damn it Harry, I love you." With that he stood up and hugged his Godson, being ever careful of the injurys that he now knew lay hidden. Harry sank into the hug wondering if his father would have held him like this. He let a small smile grace his face as he breathed in his Godfather's scent. He smelled a bit like wet dog.
Meanwhile Mrs Weasley was yelling into the fireplace at one extremely melancholy Albus Dumbledore. "DIDN'T MINERVA TELL YOU THAT THEY WERE THE WORST SORT OF MUGGLES IMAGINABLE? DIDN'T SHE? DIDN'T YOU SEE HIM COME BACK TO SCHOOL AFTER SUMMER LOOKING THINNER AND TIREDER? DIDN'T YOU? YET YOU STILL THOUGHT THOSE THRICE CURSED MUGGLES WERE THE BEST PLACE FOR HIM. NOW LOOK WHATS HAPPENED OLD MAN!" With that she cut the floo off and uttered some choice words which shouldn't be repeated in polite company and felt grateful for the silencing barriers she had the foresight to erect. She was only holding back from going after the damned Dursleys because she felt that with Sirius and Arthur by her side they could do far more damage.
In the headmaster's office at Hogwarts however, a certain old man was sitting by the fireplace, ashes dirtying his beard, with tears dripping down his crooked nose knowing he had failed the boy whom he thought of as a grandchild. He would not stop Molly from doing anything to the muggles. They deserved everything she could hurl at them. He wondered if Harry could forgive him for an old mans error.
What sort of Sirius and Dumbledore does everyone want? Is Dumbledore just a man whose made a grave error? FYI I will not update Fridays, Saturdays or Sundays and you may get updates at random points in the night as I have weird sleeping not-so patterns.