Privet drive was its normal quiet muggle self, one of those boring cookie cutter streets with houses all made from the same mould, and people basically the same. They all worked the same kind of jobs, ate the same kind of food, watched the same television shows. There were a few odd balls, like the old woman who raised cats, who unknown to her muggle neighbours, was a squib and her cats were part kneezle, her arrival shortly before another oddity on the street, had never been connected up. The other oddity, the strange boy who none of the neighbours would allow their kids to speak to, because of his messy hair and odd behaviour, was gone. He had been sent away to St Brutus, a school for criminal children, and the last summer he had not returned home. The neighbours assumed the boy had been arrested finally, and was in some kind of detention center, not knowing what he may have done, but just looking at that type, you know they were nothing but trouble.

Petunia was in her kitchen cooking, something she had to do more of since the boy had started school, but she had never really minded. They had hired a maid when Harry was in school, and now had one all year around, and Petunia had never minded cooking. She prided herself in making her husband and son into the robust and healthy men they were, nothing like the worthless skinny freak that Harry had been. Her sister had always been the black sheep, and no wonder what a whelp she had born, considering the freak of a husband she had married, not an ounce of fat on him, and the same untidy hair as his son, obviously a good for nothing.

There was a knock at the door and she looked at her husband, Dudley at school of course, but Vernon simply grunted. Putting down her spoon and taking off the apron she had been wearing, Petunia headed for the front door. There were times she admitted perhaps the boy had been useful to have around. She was surprised to find Arabella at her door; she only associated with the woman when she had needed a baby-sitter, the only one foolish enough to take the little freak into her home.

Petunia tried to close the door. "I am sorry Arabella but I am busy cooking dinner for my husband. I don't have time to hear about your cats or what ever."

Arabella stuck her umbrella in the door though. "You will let me in little lady or you and your husband will likely be dead. They know where you are."

Petunia stared at the woman, having been told once there was someone in the area watching Harry, but considering the child had never been taken, she never believed. Surely if they were watching they would have removed Harry, but they seemed not to care what happened to their boy wonder, until that summer. Petunia admitted she missed the boy in her bed, her husband was a good man and husband, but he was tired in bed, and the boy had spiced up their sex lives. She had to send him to the brothels as of late, he had missed being able to shove his cock up the back end, and she refused to ever be used that way, the only thing the whelp was good for.

Vernon had appeared and was shocked when his wife had let him in but Arabella quickly explained she had been told. The Order was coming, or the ministry, but she needed them to get what ever they needed, for they would never be able to return.

Vernon snarled. "I am not going to listen to this, that boy has been trouble since the day he was dumped on my door. I will not be driven from my home."

Arabella had one of her cats with her and she had sent the others on, knowing she would have to leave the area too. "You come Vernon, or you will be dead."

She had been given a portkey; it was not a powerful one as it would not take them far, for unfortunately one of them had magic. It would be enough to get them out of the neighbourhood though, and the order was waiting at the destination. She knew they would come if Arabella did not show up soon, and she had been warned if the couple were foolish and would not listen, to use the portkey and the others would be retrieved.

Vernon grabbed for his keys. "Petunia go and pack a bag, we will take the car and go away for a few days. You know Marge has wanted to see us for a while now."

As Petunia disappeared Arabella shook her head. "You need to come with me. They will find you if you go off on your own."

The man simply went to get the things he wanted to take with him, refusing to listen to the old bat, and thinking this was a trap. There was no way thee people would care about them, he would likely die if he went with them, after all they had done to Harry over the years. He was sure the brat must have finally told them, now he was not concerned about coming back here, and this was just some plot to get him some where private and kill him. He was not about to listen to this old bat.

But as he and Petunia were about to head out of the house, the front door was blown off of the hinges and he was thrown across the room. Six figures in robes had come into the house, and before Arabella could activate the portkey, it was summoned from her hands.

The leader of the little group advanced on them. "You will be the first to die, an example to all wizards and witches never to mix with filthy muggles."

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Harry had been anxious and pacing, having been told from Lucius that his relatives were at risk, not sure why he cared. The word had come that afternoon his relatives were at risk, but the Order and ministry were to go after them. Harry hated them, for the abuse he had suffered, the raping as well as the mental and physical abuse, but he wanted justice, not like this. He wanted them to go to trial and be punished, no to be slaughtered because of the war, and Dudley had never had a part in it. There was some concern his school name had been sold out and he might be at risk, but word had come a half hour before that Dudley had been retrieved from his school, where all the details about him were erased, and he and his Aunt had been taken to a safe house.

As Harry waited the others thought, they had not told Harry but they were setting up the headmaster, to find out if they were right. They had fed him a false location for the safe hose Marge and Dudley were in, to see if the Death Eaters attacked, for they were concerned Albus had told Ron to give the information on Privet.

Lucius held Harry as Tonks came in with the other aurors, and Percy, looking pale. "How did it go?"

Tonks shook her head. "The couple was killed; they were gone before we could get there."

She explained quietly that they had been waiting for the couple to come, having sent them a muggle usable portkey, but they never arrived. They had got to the house and found Vernon long dead, and Petunia who had been raped, having her throat slit as they arrived. They kept to as little detail as they could, for though Harry had hated them, hearing what had happened to his relatives, was still too much for him.

Harry was surprisingly holding it together well until he saw Snowball in Percy's arms. "Mrs Figg? I would know her cat any where. Please."

Percy handed his brother the cat and hugged him. "She was sent with the portkey to them, and she wouldn't leave them. I'm sorry Harry."

Though he was angry that his relatives had been killed and had wanted justice, and he would no wish their deaths on anyone, he had not cried for them. But when he heard about Arabella there were some tears. The woman had been kind to him, there had been times the only sleep he could remember was when she baby-sat, the nights he was free from their touching. She had always given him some cake, and let him watch TV, and had been the only neighbour who had treated him nicely. Snowball had been with her, the only thing alive in the house for them to save, and some how as they watched Harry hold the cat, they had a feeling it found a new home. Her other cats had been at the safe house, and would be dealt with.

Remus had come in and came to his godson's side and held him. "She was a good woman and a member of the Order for years. She will be remembered Harry."