After Mr. Quinn had departed back to Little Whinging and his shop, Madame Bones gave Harry a cup of tea and said, "Now Harry, we're going to have a Healer look you over and then I'll take you home."

"Okay," Harry agreed.

The Healer showed up twenty minutes later and after being briefed by Madame Bones began to scan Harry with her wand. "Alright Harry, I'm just going to cast a few diagnostic spells here so sit still until I tell you that you can move."

"Sure Healer Wright," Harry said as he sat in the hard chair and tried not to fidget.

The Healer slowly moved her wand over Harry's body while muttering spells under her breath. Red light showed over his arm, back, head and a bit over his legs as well. "You've had a number of broken bones over the years, have you Harry?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Hmm, generally underfed as well but I can correct for most of this. You're magic seems to have kept you from getting to bad. Amelia?" Healer Wright said in an aside to Madame Bones, "I'm going to have to get some potions from the hospital stocks to cover this. He needs some general nutritional potions to combat the malnutrition and we may need to vanish the bone in his left arm and regrow it make sure it's in the best shape. I also think that he needs to take a potion to strengthen his skull. There appear to be small cracks that have to be seamlessly grown together to make sure his skull is in the best shape. It would be best to have him sleep through this over a two day period."

"Alright, if that is best," Amelia agreed. "Can you document this for me so it can be added to his file?"

Pulling a couple of potions out and setting them on the desk she replied, "Sure thing, is this a possible abuse case?"

"Yes," Amelia said. "From what he indicated with his testimony, his relatives withheld food as punishment as well as let their own son beat on him without reprisal."

"Damn, I hope you throw the book at them." Healer Wright suddenly stood up and said, "Who authorized him staying with these relatives in the first place?"

"It appears to have been Dumbledore," Amelia softly said. "We are still investigating, so please keep this confidential until we know for sure."

"Understood Director Bones," the Healer said officially. With a flick of her wand at a stack of parchment, her diagnosis filled the pages as well as her recommended treatment. "There you go Harry, as soon as we get you treated, you'll be as good as new."

"Wow," Harry said. "That didn't hurt at all, no needles!"

Both women smiled at this as the Healer replied, "That's right Harry, no needles. Just drink these two potions and I'll see you later this evening with what you need to be perfectly healthy. Oh, let me check those eyes too while I'm at it."

Waving her wand over his eyes, she clucked her tongue before saying, "Well, I need to get you some new glasses as well, this prescription is very outdated."

"Um, I never had them checked before. The teacher at school told the Dursley's that I needed glasses and Aunt Petunia made me pick some out of a bin at the local church," Harry said.

That statement caused both women to huff in annoyance with his relative's idea of care. "Well, I can bring some new ones over this evening. What kind of frames would you like?"

"Frames?" Harry asked. "Um, whatever you think will be best is okay."

Healer Wright looked over at Amelia and said, "How about I bring over some silver framed ones?"

"That will be fine; we'll see you at 7 or 8 this evening?"

"Yes, that should work just fine. That will give me time to get the glasses made as well as collect all we need to help Harry out."

"Good then, see you this evening," Amelia said.

"Good bye Harry, it was nice meeting you," the Healer said as she walked out.

"Bye!" Harry said and waved.

"Alright Harry, let me finish some parchmentwork and we'll head home. Do you want to read a magazine or something while I do that?" Amelia asked.

"Sure, whatever you have is fine," Harry replied.

Amelia sighed knowing that Harry was trying not to be a bother and also knowing it was a learned behavior. She pulled out a magazine detailing new Law Enforcement techniques from the America's that she desperately wanted instated in Britain but knew the Minister and his cronies would reject to keep themselves out of the line of fire. "Here you go Harry; I should be done in about an hour. I hope you like this."

"Thanks," Harry said as he started flipping through the pages.

-oOo-

Amelia grunted in frustration as she signed the last parchment which again asked the Wizengamot to increase funding for basic material needed by her department. It was an ongoing fight between the idiot Minister and the equally idiotic Wizengamot for proper funding. Both sides seemed to want to keep the DMLE at the lowest possible funding level to keep basic services running but not to help in other areas such as investigations or dark wizard catching. All the department needed was to catch one of the Minister's cronies or a member of the Wizengamot with irrefutable evidence of wrongdoing and she'd be able to crack the system in place. Ah well, another day, another galleon as the saying went.

She looked over at Harry, who hadn't made a peep so far, and saw him avidly reading the magazine she'd given him. "Harry, I'm done now. Do you want to bring that along?"

Harry's little black-haired head popped up at the interruption, "Yes Ma'am, it's very interesting. Are you using these things to catch criminals these days?"

"I wish Harry, I can't seem to get funding for everything I want but someday I will get what we need to catch them."

"Can't people donate to the department to catch bad guys?" Harry asked solemnly. "I mean, if they want them caught and the government doesn't give you enough, they could pay the rest to make sure the criminals don't get them."

Amelia laughed at the naïve wisdom of the boy, "Well, it would certainly help but no one is inclined to do so. Probably because many of the rich members of our society are afraid if they did, we'd catch them doing something they aren't supposed to be doing."

"But that's wrong," Harry stated with no uncertainties. "I wish I was rich enough to help out."

That small comment caught Amelia's attention as she thought about how rich Harry Potter might actually be. She'd have to talk to Grabfoot about doing an audit of the Potter accounts to see if Dumbledore or anyone else had dipped into them while Harry didn't know about them. Another avenue of attack on the perpetrators had just appeared.

"Well Harry, enough of that for now, let's get you a few changes of clothes before going home. I hope my House Elf Trippy can make something you'll like before we see Healer Wright again."

Harry cocked his head to the side and with a puzzled look asked, "Trippy? House Elf?"

"Oh, a House Elf is a domestic servant used by many families in the wizarding world. They bond magically to a House, a certain family, and serve and help that House their entire lives. The magic of the Family keeps them strong, not too sure how that works actually. Maybe we can ask Trippy sometime in the future. Anyway, they help clean our houses and cook our food. They also provide companionship for children at young ages."

"Wow, but they're treated nicely. Right?" Harry asked with slight hitch in his voice.

"Well, good families do treat them as part of the family but I've heard rumors that some families aren't as nice. Unfortunately, if they aren't caught in the act there isn't much that can be done. In fact, I'm not sure that it is even against the law to abuse your House Elves. I'll have to look that up tomorrow. Thank you Harry," Amelia said as she thought of some of the ways families like the Malfoys and the Notts probably treated their servants.

"What for?" Harry asked.

Amelia shook her head with a fond smile, "For caring enough for domestic help that you actually reminded me to think about their well being as well." With that she held out her hand and grabbed his while leading him to the Floo and said, "Diagon Alley."