Wandless
The noise reached even to Washuu's lab. She frowned, and went to her door. The Dursleys were arguing again.
"Wizard!" Vernon bellowed.
"That woman will take him away nine months of the year!"
"And he'll come back even more of a freak!"
The door was jerked open, and Vernon threw Harry into the closet. A small but powerful hand came out of nowhere, grabbed him, and pulled him into the lab. The door slammed. When Petunia opened it, it was the closet under the stairs – the empty closet.
Washuu looked at Vernon, sprawled on the floor. "Purple isn't good. If you aren't careful, you'll have a stroke." She smiled alarmingly at him. "It could be arranged."
She crossed her arms. "But you have to be around to raise Harry." Vernon fell into blackness as robot hands grasped him, stripped him, and put him in the bio-tank.
Washuu shook her head. "He's dangerous, and this can't be healthy for him. I'll dial his aggression way back, and fix his weight problem while we're at it. And Ryo-ohki will stay with you, just in case."
The cabbit hopped up. "Miyah!"
After a peculiar month, during which Vernon quietly lost weight, the Dursleys took Harry off to Kings Cross station. He boarded the express, found a compartment with some other cheerful-looking firsties, and settled in, with a cabbit on his shoulder.
Ron Weasley was showing everybody his rat when the door slid open. A sullen blonde boy peered in, two gorillas at his side. His eyes widened, and he pointed his wand at Ryo-ohki.
"What's that?" he asked.
Ryo-ohki leaned forward, and ate the front half of his wand.
"She's a cabbit," Harry said. "They're very protective. And they love to eat."