Harry Potter and the stop time spell

Wormtail was aboard a cargo ship heading out to sea, he didn't even care where it was going. It's first stop was Bermuda it never arrived.

Wendell, took Harry to see a pediatrician for a full check up. The police were called, not even halfway through the exam. They were immediately dispatched to the Grunnings Company, with an arrest warrant for one Vernon Dursley.

Vernon Dursley was cleaning himself up in his office when the police arrived at Grunnings. His secretaries very short skirt was shifted side ways and her blouse was torn on the left hand side as she left his office with a look of disgust on her face. She was a pretty blonde girl about twenty years old, with long hair to the middle of her back and the face of an angel. She had tears in her eyes as she at her desk. The police walked up seeing the look. "Are you alright Miss?" The secretary began crying…As she described what was done to her while working for Mr. Dursley. (Who she described as the over bearing fat walrus)

The woman police officer took everything down word for word, while the two male officers entered the manager's office. Vernon was busy trying to get his pants to properly button as the officers entered. "Mr. Vernon Dursley?" Were the only words from the detective Sergeants mouth. Vernon quickly turned His fly was open and his shirt was sticking out of it.

"What do you wan…." Vernon stopped when he saw the uniformed officer. "What is the problem officer?"

"Are you the guardian of one Harry James Potter?" The sergeant asked with more than a hint of anger in his Voice.

A vein on Vernon's forehead began to pulse as he turned a lovely shade of puce. "What's the damn FREAK done now?" With heavy emphasis on the word Freak and anger beyond anything, anyone would expect.

Both officers noting the reaction of the morbidly obese man, answered kindly. "The young man has done nothing we can tell. Why would you call your nephew a freak?"

Vernon Dursley just realized what he had said and looked like a fish to long out of water.

The officer then pulled a packet of photographs from the satchel he was carrying. "Mr. Dursley, we have some photographs we would like for you to look at."

He then one by one began placing one photo after another on Vernon's desk, watching Vernon carefully as each photo was placed before him.

Vernon was sweating in his very cool air-conditioned office as he was forced to look at his own handy work. The Scars told a tale of untold physical abuse of a child, yet Vernon would still attempt to lie his way out of it.

Number 4 Privet Drive

Petunia Dursley was one very unhappy woman; the neighbors were all watching the show. Four Police cars and a forensics van were all parked in front of her oh so normal house as she answered the door.

The lead Officer looked at the woman with distain. "Mrs. Petunia Dursley, we have a search warrant for this home." Tears came to Petunias eyes. "Why….what's going on?"

The officer was not happy and his voice was showing it. "We are investigating a case of Child abuse."

Petunia became indignant. "I would never abuse my Dudley!"

The officer Looked down his nose at the horse faced woman. "The abuse of your nephew." The officer looked at the paperwork. "One Harry James Potter."

Petunia Screeched. "That lying little bastard we fed and clothed him and he lies about us!"

The forensic specialist call from the Hallway, as he looked into the cupboard under the stairs. He was shinning a light into the cupboard and the walls and floors, they glowed with out one centimeter not showing the glow, and on the door Harry's Room carved into it. "Mrs. Dursley You are under arrest for extreme child abuse, with this amount of blood attempted murder and assault on a minor."

Petunia Fainted as Dudley ran into the house.

"What are you doing to my MOM!?"

The Officer looked at Dudley. "Calm down son, your mother and father have been arrested, on abuse and other charges related to your cousin."

Dudley started screaming. "I'll kill that stinking freak!"

The officer looked at the boy. "lets go sit down a minute and you tell me about your cousin."

Dudley perked up at being asked questions. "Well we kept him locked in that cupboard for years. Dad used to hold him so I could practice my cricket bat on him. If he didn't do his chores the way Dad wanted he'd use the belt in the desk on him. It was wicked, once he beat him so bad he bled under the door so bad we had to change the carpet."

The officer was looking a bit green. He called for the social worker. "Miss Green, Would you take young Mr. Dursley with you. We have to lock down this house as a crime scene."

Miss Green looked at the officer. "Do we know anyone who could take him in?"

Dudley Looked around the room suddenly he realized he was leaving his home. "You could call my Aunt Marge."

Albus Dumbledore was in his office at Hogwarts, he left the bank earlier that day, he was refused access to all Potter vaults, and his own vaults were temporarily closed to him. Albus was planning on new robes for the welcoming feast. He had an image to uphold after all.

Amelia Bones, needed to talk to the new Lord Potter. Something about the boy had intrigued her. Now knowing that the terror of Lord Voldemort was once again alive and plotting and the boy the best source of information this was critical. She called in her newest Auror Nymphadora Tonks.

"Miss Tonks, it is my understanding you know how to contact Lord Potter, is this true?"

Tonks was in a quandary, her boss was asking this and Harry had practically put her in this office. If she admitted to knowing what else, would she have to admit? It seemed she had no choice.

"I can get a message to him but where he is staying it is impossible for me to tell you."

Amelia could at least understand that knowing the charms that were available.

"Please tell Harry I would like to see him as soon as possible and will make the time too see him."

Tonks was amazed to say the least; this was out of character for Amelia.

"Yes, as soon as I can."

Amelia was having enough of that.

"Do it NOW!"