Hope you like this chapter: I will say this now- I have no real knowledge of police procedure and apologise if I get some elements wrong or inaccurate. Please remember this is a work of fiction and cannot be used to truly represent the police.
I own nothing that comes from the Harry Potter series of books or films.
Petunia Dursley was in the kitchen when the knock came. She was surprised as it was too early for her husband to be home and Dudley was in his bedroom, but as it was she got up to answer the door (seeing as Harry wasn't able to). As soon as the door opened a swarm of police officers came rushing in, moving furniture, using dogs to sniff for things, taking samples of all sorts of items for seemingly no reason.
Petunia shrieked and demanded to know what the officers were doing in her home when she was pulled into the kitchen by a female officer who sat her down and started talking in a professional tone;
"Mrs Dursley, My name is Detective Stevenson, I work in the specialised drug unit in the Surry Police Force. I regret to inform you that your husband, Vernon Dursley, has been linked to numerous drug changes linked to his company and as a result we are obliged to search your house" with this the woman handed over a piece of paper which proved to be a warrant for the searches
Petunia could hardly believe her ears- drugs? Vernon? It's not possible. What would the neighbours think? She was sure this was a mistake, they wouldn't find anything of interest…
"Hey- Stevenson! I think you better see this!" a voice called from upstairs.
With that the detective turned and left the housewife in the kitchen, fuming and making silent threats that these people would be cleaning up the mess and repairing and damage or she'd take a frying pan to them!
Upstairs, the detective had just come to a door which, having studied the layout of the streets houses, she knew would lead to a room designed to be a small bedroom. The odd thing was what was on the door.
It had at least 5 locks and a catflap suitable for passing small animals or items into and out of the room without opening the door. Two of the locks were simple bolts anyone could undo but the others needed a key, fortunately, the keys were on a hook just outside the door.
Detective Stevenson was exited- this was it, her big break. She was sure this would be the store room for the drugs and once that door was open she would be able to put Vernon Dursley away for a long time, while simultaneously shutting down a major operation. At last- the late nights, the planning, the hard work, it would pay off she thought as she undid the last lock. She opened the door to find…
A boy.
A teenage boy- probably no older than 13.
Who on earth was he!
Upon hearing the commotion Harry had sat bolt upright, wondering what was going on. His first thought was one of his (many) enemies had come for him when he heard a voice down the hall in Dudley's room shouting police before saying something Harry couldn't quite make out.
Upon hearing who it was Harry made a point to stash his wand in his sock, feeling it may be a tad hard to explain, and wondered what Dudley had done to get such a response- his cousin usually stuck to beating up 10 year olds and vandalism as far as crime went, but the number of people he hard moving about indicated something much larger. Before he could decide what to do he heard a yell from outside his door
"Hey- Stevenson! I think you better see this!"
That couldn't be a good sign.
He heard his door unlocking and voices murmuring behind it as well as something else, some kind of animal running around, a dog maybe?
Suddenly the door opened to reveal at least 5 police officers behind a woman holding the handle looking at him with a shocked expression while more officers continued to run around the house.
After a moment of silently staring at each other the woman finally spoke in an odd voice
"Who on earth are you?!"