Chapter 2
Harry Potter quickly ran downstairs, to aid Mr. Weasley in anything that happened. Perhaps the Dursleys had been hiding powerful magical abilities all this time; who knew? Whatever the case, Mr. Weasley was sure to come across some unpleasantries if the Dursleys met up with a strange man inspecting their house at 5 in the morning.
He ran down to the nursery. There had been no more room upstairs for the baby, so the living room had been converted into a temporary room for Angelina, until Harry moved out and Angelina could take his room. Harry rather suspected he would have to share a room with her as soon as she learned to sleep by herself.
He cringed at the thought.
Rushing downstairs, he came suddenly to a silent halt (he had learned to be silent when around the Dursleys at times like these).
"… WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! ARE YOU ACCUSING ONE OF US OF DOING SUCH… SUCH…"
A shrill voice that Harry most certainly had never heard before was yelling passionately in the living room/nursery. Harry snuck in a peek.
There, standing in the middle of the living room was a woman, wearing Mr. Dursley's blue pajamas with yellow ducks on them. Harry blinked slowly, as he saw Mrs. Dursley, apparently unconscious next to the new woman. Mr. Weasley stood on the opposite side of the room, pointing his wand at the intruder.
"Now see here, miss. We have had reports of illegal magic casting. Do you happen to know anything about said topic?"
Mr. Weasley had turned calm and serious-faced. Harry could now understand why he was hired for the Ministry of Magic in the first place (and for that matter, where Percy's genes had come from).
Harry turned his attention back to the lady, who had a purple face. In his curiosity, he forgot his place and took a step forward.
Oops.
The sound of his footstep seemed to echo around the room, causing everyone to look at him.
He stood there, red-faced, and wondered what to do.
"Er…"
He was interrupted by more shrill yells from the strange lady.
"HARRY! YOU PROBABLY HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH THIS, DIDN'T YOU?!"
Before Harry could respond, Mr. Dursley cut in.
"I assure you, miss, that this boy is freed of any suspicion… and if you don't mind, how did you know this boy was named Harry?"
"WHY? WHY? BECAUSE HE'S MY NEPHEW!" And Uncle Dursley uttered out a string of curses.
Harry understood, feeling silly that he hadn't thought of it before. Of course this was Uncle Dursley, the person who had undergone the gender change.
Mr. Weasley took this in calmly.
"I apologize miss, er, sir, for having to do this… but please, it shouldn't hurt at all. Just relax… Esteporte!"
Suddenly, Mr. Dursley disappeared.
He turned a haggard face towards Harry.
"Are you sure you have no idea who could've done this?" he waved a hand around, indicating all the presences in the room. He walked over to Angelina.
"Why isn't she cute? She looks just like my Ginny…" he smiled a bit in remembrance. Then, as if he remembered where he was, he frowned.
"Is there anyone else in the house?"
Harry willed his tired brain to function. He nodded.
"Dudley, but I doubt he knows any magic."
Mr. Weasley nodded.
"Indeed, all the Dursleys were tested for magic potential… and they came out negative. Extremely negative."
Mr. Weasley's forehead creased.
"Well, if there's some unknown magic operator here, it could very well spell danger for you. It would be best to bring you somewhere else."
He drew out a faded comic book from his jacket and indicated that Harry should touch it. As soon as both of them touched it, they were wrenched somewhere.
Too tired for words, Harry slumped and fell asleep on the spot.
A/N: Eeech _ My first fanfiction to actually be published anywhere, so ah'm very sorry if it sucks. Which it does, of course. Oh well… I'm not asking anyone to read… or review… though it would be nice if someone did ^o~