Hey: sorry for the wait, I've been meaning to update but life got in the way so haven't done much writing. Also, for some reason despite having a ton of ideas for this story I'm actually struggling to put them to paper (well, screen) so please let me know how you think this chapter turned out.

It was official, today had finally made it into his 'top 10 craziest day's' list (and considering the life he's had that's saying something).

He had been sat in the living room with a social worker who kept offering him things like tea and biscuits, and an officer even tried putting a shock blanket on him (which Harry ducked- oddly, rather than looking annoyed the officer just looked sad). In the meantime Harry's aunt was once again screaming up a storm. While the officers tried to calm her down Harry, who was so used to her yelling he could understand her incoherent shill quite well, gathered one vital detail: she had burnt the letter and had no official form of ID for Harry. Something told Harry that would not end well.

After about 5 minutes of Petunia yelling, police running around, Dudley moaning that he was hungry, and the social worker trying to speak to Harry (though she was mostly just throwing comforting words at him for some reason telling him he was safe now), another sheep was added to the crazy flock that was today. An officer came down with a large evidence bag of white powder, another with a gun, and a third that seemed to contain roll upon roll of cash, £50 pound notes rolled up into tight tube shaped bundles, each a few centimetres thick. Harry couldn't help but smile as one of the drug dogs who had previously been checking behind the TV went running over to the officer to check the bag. He went to pat its head (well, it had found something even if someone beat him to it) but the social worker pulled his hand away saying he couldn't touch. Harry was starting to get a bit annoyed with how she acted like he was something between a child and a fragile piece of glass on the point of cracking.

Stevenson looked pleased, she had said she was a drug specialist so Harry guessed that made sense; they were probably what she had hoped to find.

According to the officer they were found in a hidden pouch inside the mattress in his aunt and uncles room. This would be interesting, Harry wondered how Dumbledore would react when he found out.

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Detective Stevenson was having an incredible day. She had spent so long trawling through case files, collecting research, and stuck doing everything from interviews to desk work to crime scene analysis, and now: it had all payed off.

Vernon Dursley was caught- she was sure the powder would be shown as the new drug that had recently hit the street: ten times stronger than heroin and even more addictive. Just a small amount could cause someone to OD and because of that there had been over 50 deaths and even more hospitalisations linked to the substance. The street names included things like 'feather light', 'white flight', and 'wacky lightning'. The first two were linked to the colour of the pure powder (though it was rarely sold pure- allowing it to be any colour really) as well as the light headed feeling combined with increased energy which often lead to a weightless sensation. She had no clue why the other nickname had occurred (maybe the energised feeling again?), but then there were many more names several of which making even less sense.

To top it off- finding this kid meant she could keep Dursley on those charges while she gathered evidence to dismantle his drug ring without the risk of him running off. Who knows: maybe the kid even knew something.

Then it struck her: maybe the kid knew something! He was locked up and a quick call to the people currently running his background showed no evidence of schooling beyond primary; St Brutus wasn't real! What if he was a worker! Someone who was linked to the drug ring, or maybe his parents were and he was a hostage! It would explain the lightning shaped brand- whacky lightning being a nickname, maybe it was a form of gang marker, or a punishment. But what about his story- he had seemed so confused by the police presence and nothing about his demeanour suggested he was in a gang.

She turned to the boy who was watching the dogs sniffing around still when a thought struck her.

"How did you say you were related to the Dursley's?" she asked him.

Harry looked at her, he was sure he'd said at least twice.

"My mother was my Aunts sister" he stated simply.

"Would you mind if I took a DNA sample from you?" the detective pressed- she needed to know if they really were related.

Harry though for a moment- but they were muggles so it's not like they could do much with his hair. He pulled a few strand out and held them out for her to take.

"What are you doing?" she asked a little shocked- that had to have hurt!

"You wanted some DNA- there's DNA in hair roots right?" he responded

"Well yes but that's not what I meant dear, we take DNA through cheek swabs usually" though the detective still took the hair and wrapped it in a tissue before putting it in an evidence bag- simply because she wasn't sure what to do with them (she guessed she'd have them tested for drugs to see if he was a user, maybe that's how he came to be here, or was kept here).

Harry agreed and a swab was taken, than one was taken from Petunia using the ground that she currently had no evidence that Harry was meant to be there to gain permission. That just left the question of what they were going to do with Harry in the meantime. They couldn't leave him here as he was a potential victim, not did the detective want him in a foster home where someone could gain access. In the end she decided she would do a more official approach and start with taking him to the station to gather an official statement, take finger prints (they were doing the whole family to help establish who had/hadn't touched the evidence), and see what to do with him. She turned to him once more.

"OK Harry- as I'm sure you guessed, we can't legally leave you here for now. So what we're going to do is bring you to the station to take statements, get some evidence to help identify you such as finger prints and get this whole thing sorted. Is that alright?"

Harry nodded, once again feeling the 'choice' was rhetorical.

The woman then added

"You can request a responsible adult is present for all this if you have anyone you would like to call" she doubted he would so was surprised when after thinking for a moment he nodded.

'Finally!' Harry thought 'some luck- all I need is to contact Dumbledore and he'll be able to help sort this out!' He nodded. Than another thought struck him- Hedwig was still away! How would he contact the headmaster, then again, how would he explain sending an owl rather than calling by phone! Giving when she left Harry guessed his owl would be at the Weasley's by now with his response to the invite to the world cup. 'That's it! He knew who to call, someone who worked at the ministry so knew the processes, but was also a (sort of) expert on muggles!'

"Who would you like to phone?" Stevenson questioned

"Arther Weasley"

Sorry for the shorter chapter. Thing will definitely start to get better now (I hope). I'll try and update asap!