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Harry Potter's summer gets exciting in July and August.

Chapter 2: A Letter Doesn't Get Delivered

The week before the end of his third year at Hogwarts, Harry Potter attempted to send a letter to his Aunt Petunia Dursley. First, he took the letter to his beautiful owl, Hedwig. But after he tied the letter to her leg and gave her instructions, but the owl simply lifted her leg and held out the letter.

"You've never done this before Hedwig," Harry said. "Are you okay, girl?"

Harry shoved the letter back into his pocket and carried Hedwig to Hagrid. The groundskeeper examined the owl and pronounced her healthy as he fed her a mouse. Then he asked, "Tell me what happened, Harry?"

"I was sending a letter to…well, Hedwig wouldn't fly off to deliver the letter," explained the young wizard.

Hagrid's eyes brightened and he explained, "Yer owl can't deliver a letter to someone who's dead or not living inside Britain. Whoever yer sending a letter to is dead or not in Britain."

The young wizard looked pensive but thanked Hagrid and hurried to return Hedwig to the owlery – she bumped her head against her boy's head for a moment to get him to stop walking, then rubbed her head all over his and flew back to the tower for postal owls.

Later that same day, Harry spoke to Dobby about the letter and said, "I need to let Aunt Petunia know not to come to Kings Cross Station on the 23rd Dobby. I'm going home with Neville for the summer. Me going anywhere else will make her happy but she and Uncle Vernon would be furious if they came all the way to London for no reason."

"Dobby knows wheres Mr Harry Potter's Puny-Petunias be," the elf said. "Dobby take letter."

"Thanks, Dobby. You can just slide it through the door slot," Harry said. Dobby smiled and nodded though he planned to fully examine the house, the aunt and uncle, and the life his Mr Harry Potter had with the muggle relatives.

'Underclothes be scratchy itchy for two years when Dobby finished with them,' the elf decided.

It was a confused elf who returned to Hogwarts later in the day. Dobby waited until Mr Harry Potters was alone in his private study room to pop in and say, "Mr Harry Potters, your Puny-Petunia be gone. She not live in Privet no more."

"What do you mean?"

"There be no sign of Dursleys in the house…all furnitures be gone. Sign out front of house has big 'For Sale', and there be only weakest wards around house."

Harry panicked for one moment but then grinned. "Neville and his grandmother invited me to stay with them this summer and that's what I wanted to do anyway. If the Dursleys are gone, then the headmaster can't send me back to Privet Drive."

"Does Mr Harry Potters worry about Puny Petunia?"

Shaking his head, Harry replied, "No, Dobby. I don't care if they moved across town, to South Hampton, or to Sydney, Australia. They're relatives but never my family."

CHANGE SCENE Dursleys and Squibs

In early July, Dumbledore had reason to think about 'Harry Potter' and noticed that his trinkets were no longer huffing and puffing normally. The boy was healthy and happy but the wards around No.4 Privet Drive had fallen some weeks earlier. With the demands on his day dealing with old lawsuits and preparing for the new lawsuit against Samuel Abbot, he didn't have time to investigate, and it took two days to contact Alastor Moody. The semi-retired Auror was reluctant to get involved with anything related to Albus Dumbledore this summer. But when Dumbledore mentioned the presence of Moody's squib daughter, Arabella Figg, in the neighbourhood, Moody rushed to the area under a notice-me-not charm and a cloak of invisibility.

'Damnation! Fifty years and now she reappears! I wish I'd never asked Dumbledore to check Arabella when she turned ten and there was no sign of magic…and I wish I had dumped her in Ireland instead of London,' the retired Auror thought. 'Beth and Caroline know better than to let anyone know if they had a squib sister…and I hope they dumped their squibs in America…not anywhere in England.'

After an hour, Alastor Moody discovered the Dursleys had moved overseas in December. Stomping along the concrete sidewalks, Moody approached the house he'd been told his daughter lived in and found it appeared deserted. A large sign read 'Foreclosure' and once he was inside, he discovered all her furniture, clothes, and personal items in place. Checking on the notices posted to the door, he got a name at a bank and a government office. Apparating away, it took him almost two hours to find the clerk in the office who explained the lady who lived in the house had been found dead on her kitchen floor in late November.

"She lived alone and didn't have any family," the clerk explained. "Her cats all disappeared about the same time and that's the reason one of the neighbours called the police. The neighbour worried the cats were locked up in the house."

"And all the cats just vanished?"

The clerk shrugged but added, "She owed a great deal of money to the bank and in taxes. You don't know any family for her, do you?"

"No, she had no one…" Moody replied, once again banishing all memories of his little girl and her smiling face.

When Moody explained to Albus that Arabella had died last autumn and there were no signs of the Dursleys, the headmaster immediately decided the Death Eaters were responsible. Moody didn't bother to argue and left the headmaster's office via the floo, determined to visit his two daughters who were witches. He wanted to check their magical children. Dumbledore was so distracted by the news from Surry, he forgot to task Moody with finding Harry Potter.

While he could not discover who housed Harry Potter that summer, Severus Snape assured him that none of the Death Eaters had the boy-who-lived.

'I must take better care of my pawns in the future,' Albus rationalized.

SCENE CHANGE: Moody's Investigation

Moody knew Caroline lived in France and he believed his second daughter lived in Dublin. Their children would be grown and there could be great-grandchildren now. The retired Auror was determined to discover if any other squibs had sprouted in his family tree.

'And I'll prune back the dead branches,' he decided as he hurried away, determined to leave for France and search for Caroline and her family.

Arriving in the Ministry Atrium, Moody stamped toward the DMLE offices before stopping and moving to the side of the hallway to think.

'I don't need to deal with paperwork. Better if I just pop in and out of France…might get ugly a time or two,' he reasoned and turned back toward the Atrium. There he used the phone booth to exit the ministry to Muggle London and begin apparating to the coast. In Dover, he made a portkey for Calais and invited himself into France. Once across the Channel, he began apparating toward Paris and two hours after leaving London, he arrived – exhausted and in need of food and drink. He made his way into the magical district in the city, used a translation charm and bought food and ale. Then he rented a bed in a room but slept seated in a chair in the corner of the room away from the bed and the window. No one disturbed his sleep and he felt refreshed in the morning.

Using his wand freely in the street, Moody cast several spells to locate 'Caroline' and determined she was somewhere in the city. Triangulation took some time in an unfamiliar city, but he eventually located his daughter – a handsome witch in her late fifties living in a pleasant house in the city. Her husband apparently was someone important because there were extensive wards and French Aurors around the house. It took until evening to break into the house and find photos of children and grandchildren.

'Arthur Beauchamp,' Moody thought. 'I had no sons, but I have a grandson. And he's magical and working in spell research…not an Auror.'

Leaving the house, Moody spent another night in a tavern in the magical district before spending the next day searching for the location of his grandson. Arthur worked in Paris not far from the tavern where Moody was staying but there were such extensive wards around the office, he knew he could not break in and investigate. He waited and tagged his grandson with a tracking charm no one in France would recognize. That evening, he watched Arthur and his wife in their backyard with a small boy and a baby before the sunset. The boy was about five years old, and Moody could not tell if the child was magical from a distance.

The next morning, he followed his grandson's wife who took the child to a school in the late morning. With a kiss, the child hurried inside, and his mother walked home.

'Is she a muggle?' Alastor worried but once he checked, the woman was a very capable witch who'd just chosen to walk the two blocks back to her home on a pleasant summer morning.

Staring at the school building, Alastor found it did not have extensive wards or many protections.

"No time like the present," he muttered and leapt forward, his wand extended to force his way inside the school.

End Chapter