AN: Another chapter is finally done, hopefully you all remember where the review is and that this is not dead.
Chapter XX
I easily walked back out of 4 Privet Drive, I felt little in interfering with such a family dynamic; it was clear to me that if no-one intervened than Dudley Dursley also would be damaged beyond repair. From Harry, I could tell that the Dursley boy had a competitive nature and was extremely physical; however had no discipline. Whereas Harry himself was the opposite.
I walked across the street to a house identical to the one I had just left. Inside this one I knew there was an eccentric elderly lady with a bizarre collection of cats. Like so many on this estate her sense of curiosity knew no bounds; I easily saw the curtain twitch as Arabella Figgs moved to and from the window, trying not to attract my attention.
After tapping gently on her door and waiting. I was finally let into Figgs abode. It was decorated almost matching the Dursley's, but less perfectly. The elderly squib slammed the door behind me, glaring like one of her cats.
"Where is Harry? How am I supposed to tell Albus if somethings wrong if I haven't seen him in weeks?"
"Surely you could have called Minerva?"
"Headmaster said shed disapprove."
"She will but not of you, who is clearly trying to guard Harry."
"You got him somewhere ain't you?"
"He is no longer in the care of those people."
"Good. I dont know how much longer he could have held out. Who is he with?" I gingerly showed her the adoption papers. "You?"
"He is mine now."
"But the Headmaster, You-Know-Who?"
"Both can be damned. Harry is my one priority." Figgs seemed to smile at that as I had passed some sort of test. "Do you mind if I leave from here?"
"Why not, not like anyone cares who disappears from this place." I stared at her briefly with something akin to sympathy. With the habitual clap of thunder I was gone from Privet Drive and back in the garden of Spinners End.
Harry had obviously heard the sound and come to see what was occurring; he was swiftly followed by Minerva and Molly. My eyebrow rose instinctively; I had been unaware I was later than the two hours I had previously allotted for.