The votes are in and since the majority wanted to see the letters here they are. I promise the Next chapter will be Stargate, though it may take a little while to get up because it's probably going to be long. For those of you who don't know what Stargate is, I have put a little Synopsis in the Loprogue (prologue).

Now I have a Question for you, who read this story, if you know about the Stargate universe. If the Major characters (Daniel, Jack, Sam and Teal'c) were sorted by the Sorting Hat at Hogwarts, which house do you think they would be put in and why? I'm just curious.

So Long, Farewell, auf Wiedersehen, Good-bye

Remus opened his eyes blearily. He really didn't want to wake up right now because last night's transformation had been very difficult, even with the wolfsbane potion, but whoever was tapping at his bedroom window refused to go away. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw it was Hedwig. He hadn't expected to see her for another few days.

"Is there something wrong with Harry?" He asked as he let the snowy owl in.

Hedwig shook her head and extended her leg to show the attached letter. Recognizing Harry's handwriting, he removed it.

After reading the first few lines, Remus had to sit down. He started reading the letter again, a little slower, trying to understand what was going on.

Moony,

This is proving to be the hardest letter of all to write. Partly because you have been like another father to me, in addition to being a very good friend & partly because you are the only person still living that I am really going to miss, besides Hedwig. Don't worry, I'm not thinking about committing suicide. I'm just leaving the wizarding world for good.

I'll bet you just sat down & are now staring at the wall wondering why I'm doing this. It's very simple, I will never have a chance at the life I want in the wizarding world or anywhere they can find me.

I've done a lot of thinking about this, especially after Sirius' death. The Wizarding world is fickle. To them I will always be either a hero or a scapegoat. This past month has proven that beyond reasonable doubt, even if the last 7 years of my life hadn't. At first I'm viewed as a hero for saving the wizarding world from the threat of Voldemort, but then because I refuse to allow myself to be controlled or used by those in power (Fudge), they start a smear campaign, claiming that I am becoming the next Dark Lord. Added to that is that fact that the wizarding public, who should have no reason to believe or trust the lying bastard any farther than they could throw Hogwarts, is swallowing his tales, as if they were gospel. What's really amazed me is the fact that no Aurors showed up at the Dursley's to arrest me, but then I forgot that a large portion of the Wizarding world is made up of cowards. I mean even though they know he's dead & never coming back, they still won't say Voldemort's name – not even Ron, who should know better. I'm going to stop right here on this subject before I say something I will regret.

You're probably wondering where in this world can I go that the wizarding community won't be able to find me. The answer is nowhere in this world. I found a very old spell at Hogwarts though, that in the simplest terms will open a portal to a world where I will belong. I wish I could take you with me, but a world that would be right for me, might not be right for you.

I know I said it before, but you & Hedwig are the only ones I will really miss, once I leave this world. I deeply regret that I am leaving you alone, but I can't see any other way for me to have any kind of life of my own. You know separate from the Boy-Who-Lived & "Destroyer of Voldemort" crap, or if for those who believe Fudge's lies the "Newest Dark Lord Out To Destroy Wizardkind".

I told Hedwig to stay with you. She'll be a great friend to you as she has been to me these past 7 years. Look after her for me, & yourself as well.

On the subject of looking after yourself, you might want to stop by Gringotts some time in the next week or so. Since I consider you one of my Godfathers & as a surrogate father, I wanted to make sure you were taken care of. You're probably thinking 'I'm not going to take it', but I'm asking you not to do that. You are the only family I have left with Sirius gone. I can't bear the thought of you suffering because of a lack of funds & I know Sirius would feel the same way. Just because the Wizarding world doesn't want to see past the label of 'Werewolf' doesn't mean you don't deserve to have some good things happen to you. Please, Moony, let me do this for you.

Who knows, since you are a good teacher, maybe there's enough for you to start a magic school for those children that the regular magical schools won't take, like werewolves. That would be a nice thing to do, & if she were aware of it, I'm certain it would put Ms. Black's knickers in a twist, if she knew some of her family's money is being used to teach the magical children the wizarding world ignores. Think about it.

I also want you to know one other thing, Moony. I love you like I loved Sirius & no matter what happens to me in my life, that will never change & you will always have a place in my heart right next to Sirius & my mum & dad.

Love

Harry

Remus folded the letter carefully and put it under a box on his dresser. He didn't quite know what to feel at this moment. On the one hand, he was sad to be losing his last link to his past with the Marauders and Lily as well as his surrogate son. On the other hand he could fully understand Harry's need to leave and get a fresh start.

If Harry remained in the Wizarding world, the wizarding public would never let him live the quiet, unassuming life he wanted. They would always try and force Harry to fit their conception of what and who he should be, rather than letting him be who he really was.

"Has he gone yet, Hedwig?" Remus asked, knowing that the owl would know if her first master was no longer in this world.

After a few moments, the snowy owl's head bobbed slowly up and down. Remus could almost feel her sadness over the fact that her master had gone somewhere where she couldn't follow him.

Sighing, Remus reached out and stroked her chest feathers. "I know how you feel, girl. I'm going to miss him too."

Severus Snape looked up from his lunch in surprise as a horned owl flew in the open window from his garden, carrying a large package. He wasn't expecting any deliveries, so he was instantly suspicious and pulled out his wand. Given that the children of the remaining Deatheaters, who were now locked up in Azkaban, knew he'd been a spy for the Light side, they might want to take revenge on him for his part in bringing down their parents and Voldemort.

The owl set the box down instead of dropping it on the table as they usually did, then took off.

The plain brown wrapper revealed nothing about the sender or the contents of the package. He cast several detection spells at the box and they revealed nothing harmful about he box or it's contents. Still cautious and suspicious, Snape got a pair of dragonhide gloves from his potions work room and put them on before opening the package.

Inside he found an envelope, addressed simply: Snape and a pensieve filled with swirling silver mist. He opened the envelope and pulled out a letter.

Snape,

Bet you never expected to hear from me after you finally saw the back of me at graduation. Well, I won't keep you in suspense.

In the Muggle world there is a story about a man confronted with 2 doors. Behind one of them was a beautiful lady whom he could have for his wife. However behind the other, there was a very hungry tiger who would eat him. He basically had to chose between love or death & open one of the doors.

In your case the choice isn't quite that hard. Before you is a Pensieve with memories of my life at the Dursleys. Now you're probably saying to yourself what does that have to do with a Muggle fairy tale? It's really quite simple. You always claimed my life was so perfect at the Dursleys, that I was waited on hand & foot, given anything I wanted, etc. The choice is now before you. Do you have the courage to look into the Pensieve & see the truth, which may or may not destroy all your fantasies about my life, or would you prefer to live with your fantasies & never know.

You should know you don't have a whole lot of time to decide. I put a timer spell on the pensieve & whether you've looked in it or not, the memories will disappear from it within 12 hours.

The choice is yours. Either way it won't matter to me because by the time you get this pensieve I will be gone.

H. Potter

(AN: I'll leave it to you to decide for yourself whether Snape looked in the pensieve or not. I personally believe he would but he would wait until almost the last minute to do it.)

When Ron came downstairs for breakfast, he found his mother and fiancée, Hermione Granger sitting at the table staring at a letter, a shocked look on their faces.

What's up, Mum?" he asked, feeling slightly worried that something might've happened to Bill or Charlie, since they both did have slightly dangerous jobs.

Hermione handed him the letter, without saying a word.

Weasleys & Granger;

By the time you get this, I should be gone. Given how well I was defended by my friends & surrogate family from Fudge's attacks in the press, I'm wondering if you'll even care that I'm gone, or just say 'good riddance'. Bet you all thought I didn't know about Fudge's attempts to make me into the next Dark Lord. You sure as hell never saw fit to tell me what that moron was up to & it directly affected me !

Well I am happy to report that I now know who my true friends are, or to be more specific, who my true friend is. Out of all the people I know in the wizarding world who are more than a passing acquaintance (that number is only a handful) only one individual chose to tell me what Fudge was up to & it sure as hell wasn't anyone in the Weasley or Granger families.

If Ron sees this letter, then I have no doubt that he will probably have one of two reactions: He's either upset, because he will no longer be able to claim the title of being the "Best Friend" of The-Boy-Who-Lived-And- Destroyed-Voldemort; or he is dancing (at least on the inside) at the thought that he might have a chance at the spotlight (that I never wanted). I'll leave you this one piece of advice, Ronald, (not that you'll believe it). If you do manage to get the spotlight, you will quickly find out it is not the place you want to be but by then it will be too late to get out of it.

Given Ron's jealousy of me, (even though he claimed to be my friend), Mrs. Weasley, you must really have had a hard time trying to get him to apologise to me during the 1st task of the TriWizard Tournament. I mean given the fact that Dumbledore was paying you to keep an eye on me (or perhaps we should call it by its proper name - you were spying on me for Dumbledore). I mean after all if he hadn't, it would've blown your cover as the muggles would say, if you'd tried to maintain contact with your son's ex-best friend when he clearly wanted nothing to do with me

I do hope you were paid well by Dumbledore, for all your efforts on his behalf. I would congratulate you on your skill at fooling me, but it didn't require much skill or effort to fool someone who to all intents & purposes was little better than a Muggle-born with regards to knowledge of the wizarding world. Especially given that at that time I was looking for someone who cared about me & didn't think I was a freak, so I was willing to trust someone who showed me a little care & concern.

On a final note, Hermione, I was kind of disappointed that you didn't even bother to tell me what Fudge was up to. I guess your devotion to fairness & justice now only applies to the Weasley family & house elves, but not to those you claimed were your friends.

Potter

"Tell me it isn't true. That your family wasn't spying on Harry." Hermione begged of her boyfriend.

"We were just keeping an eye on him," Molly told her, "for Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore needed all the help he could get." Ron added without thinking. "Potter could find trouble in an empty room. We had to keep him alive so that he could take on You-Know-Who and get rid of him once and for all."

"Ron, after all this time, you still won't call Voldemort by his name. " She sighed in exasperation as Ron flinched when she said the Dark Lord's name. "I don't know why you're still afraid of him. He's dead. it's not like he can punish you for using it."

Ron nodded, hiding his pleasure at having diverted her from the subject of Potter's letter, but his relief was short-lived as she returned to it like a dog with a bone. "I can't believe your family was spying on Harry. How could you do something like that?"

"Hermione, dear, we were just trying to keep Harry safe." Molly tried to explain. "We weren't spying on him."

"But you reported on his activities to Dumbledore, didn't you?" Hermione questioned.

"Only when he was doing something that might get him or others hurt." Molly defended her actions. "He needed to be protected, not only from Deatheaters, but from himself."

"That's called spying, Mrs. Weasley!" Hermione pointed out. "Even though you and Dumbledore both had Harry's safety in mind, you had no right to betray his trust like that and Dumbledore had no right to ask you to do it."

She remembered something else that Harry had put in the letter. She knew all too well about Ron's short temper and how it led him to making accusations on little or no evidence and that once he had his mind made up about something it was next to impossible to get him to change his mind without overwhelming evidence to the contrary. "Was Harry right about you forcing Ron to apologise to Harry?"

"No. I didn't even know they'd had a fight. Ron never mentioned it in his letters." Molly told her.

Ron started backing up and heading for the stairs as Hermione rounded on him. "Was Harry right? Did someone make you apologise to him?"

"No!" Ron denied hotly.

Hermione had noticed a long time ago that when Ron was lying or under stress, his ears had a tendency to turn red like they were doing now, and that he while he was trying to maintain eye contact with her, he wasn't succeeding very well. "Don't you dare lie to me Ronald Weasley! Who made you apologise to Harry, during the first task of the TriWizard tournament?!"

Ron mumbled something that Hermione couldn't hear.

"What was that?" She demanded moving closer.

"Dumbledore!" Ron almost shouted.

"Why?" Hermione couldn't understand why Dumbledore would get involved in a schoolboy spat or why Ron would listen to him.

"He said he needed someone he could trust who was Harry's age to keep an eye on him and that since Harry trusted me, I would be the perfect one for the job." The floodgates opened as all the venom Ron had hidden away came pouring out. "He promised that I would be the fifth year prefect, if I would get Harry to trust me again and let him know what Harry was up to. Harry was my only serious competition for the spot and Dumbledore assured me that Harry wouldn't snatch that away from me as he had every other piece of glory that had come our way. I was tired of just being the friend of The-Boy-Who-Lived. He also said he would help me get into whatever job I wanted, once Voldemort was destroyed by Harry."

"Oh Ron." Hermione and his mother stared at the red head in disbelief.

"Don't 'Oh Ron' me, mum." Ron glared at her. "You were using Harry too. We have things in this house now that we never would've been able to afford before Dumbledore started paying you for keeping an eye on Harry."

Hermione couldn't believe what she was hearing. The person standing before her was someone she didn't know. She had never seen this side of Ron before. She didn't know he could be so hateful toward anyone other than maybe Malfoy. "Why would you want to use Harry like that. All he ever wanted to be was your friend. You know he never wanted the spotlight."

"Well, he certainly never got out of it once he was in it." Ron countered with a sneer. "And you're a fine one to talk about friendship. I notice that you didn't bother to tell him what Fudge was up to. Is that the action of a true friend?"

"I may not have been as good a friend to Harry as I should've been, and I may have been too caught up in what was going on between us for the last couple of months, but at least I never set out to use him! That's not what real friends do to each other." Hermione shot back, before pulling her engagement ring off her finger and setting it on the table. "I realise now that I don't know you at all, Ron. I believe we need to rethink getting married."

Before he could stop her, Hermione grabbed some floo powder and threw it in the fire then stepped in and said, "Leaky Cauldron."

The crowd parted slightly, allowing Dumbledore and his hooded companions to move to the front of the crowd standing around the monument, Harry Potter had created. It appeared as though the same message was carved on both sides, so that people would have to see it whether they were coming or going from Gringotts.

TO THE WIZARDING WORLD

THIS MEMORIAL IS HERE TO SERVE AS A PERMAMENT REMINDER OF HOW YOUR ACTIONS & ATTITUDE TOWARD THOSE AROUND YOU, DROVE OFF THE-BOY-WHO-LIVED & THE-DESTROYER-OF-VOLDEMORT.

MEMBERS OF THE WIZARDING COMMUNITY NO DOUBT CONSIDER THEMSLEVES VERY OPEN-MINDED, WHEN IN FACT FOR THE MAJORITY OF YOU THE OPPOSITE IS TRUE. A LARGE PORTION OF THE WIZARDING COMMUNITY IS QUITE CONTENT TO BE LED LIKE SHEEP & TOLD WHAT YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO THINK BY ORGANIZATIONS SUCH AS THE MINISTRY & PRESS LIKE THE DAILY PROPHET. YOU DON'T BOTHER TO THINK FOR YOURSELVES. THIS MAKES YOU EXTREMELY NARROW-MINDED THOUGH YOU ARE PROBABLY SHAKING YOUR HEADS TRYING TO DENY IT. BY DEFINITION -- A NARROW-MINDED PERSON IS ONE WHO IS LACKING IN TOLERANCE TOWARD PEOPLE & THINGS THAT DON'T FIT THEIR VIEW OF WHAT THE WORLD SHOULD BE, OR WHO SHOW A DISTINCT LACK OF FLEXIBILITY IN THEIR THINKING.

IN MANY WAYS, THE WIZARDING COMMUNITY IS A LOT LIKE A GROUP OF YOUNG CHILDREN. TO YOU THINGS ARE EITHER: BLACK OR WHITE; LIGHT OR DARK; GOOD OR EVIL. THERE ISN'T ANY MIDDLE GROUND OR GREY AREA FOR YOU (OR AT LEAST NOT MUCH OF ONE). MAGIC IN & OF ITSELF IS NEITHER GOOD OR EVIL. IT IS ONLY THE USE TO WHICH IT IS PUT THAT DETERMINES WHETHER IT IS GOOD OR EVIL.

THE WIZARDING COMMUNITY ALSO TENDS TO BE EXTREMELY JUDGMENTAL. YOU HAVE A TENDENCY TO TREAT PEOPLE BASED ON WHAT THEY ARE RATHER THAN WHO THEY ARE. NOW BEFORE YOU SAY THAT ISN'T TRUE, CONSIDER THE FOLLOWING GROUPS; MUGGLE-BORN, SQUIB, GRYFFINDOR, SLYTHERIN, WEREWOLF, PARSELMOUTH.

TO A PURE BLOOD WIZARD, WHO IS OBSESSED WITH KEEPING THE WIZARDING WORLD PURE, A MUGGLE-BORN WITCH/WIZARD IS CONSIDERED AN ABOMINATION. THEY DON'T STOP TO REALISE THAT WITHOUT THE INFUSION OF THE MUGGLE-BORNS & HALF-BLOODS INTO THE WIZARDING WORLD, WIZARDS AS A RACE WOULD HAVE DIED OUT A LONG TIME AGO FROM IN-BREEDING.

A SQUIB IS TREATED WITH CONTEMPT BY MOST WITCHES/WIZARDS BECAUSE THEY HAVE VERY LITTLE MAGIC. THE REASON THE WIZARDING WORLD TREATS THEM THIS WAY IS BECAUSE THEY ARE A CONSTANT REMINDER THAT MAGIC CAN BE BRED OUT OF A FAMILY AS EASILY AS IT CAN BE BRED IN & YOU DON'T WANT TO FACE THAT.

GRYFFINDOR - EVERYONE INSTANTLY THINKS OF THOSE IN GRYFFINDOR HOUSE AS GOOD & ON THE SIDE OF LIGHT & RIGHT, BUT THAT'S NOT ALWAYS THE CASE. THE MOST RECENT EXAMPLE OF A DARK GRYFFINDOR WAS PETER PETTIGREW WHO JOINED VOLDEMORT & HIS TREACHERY BROUGHT ABOUT THE DEATHS OF MANY INCLUDING LILY & JAMES POTTER.

SLYTHERIN - EVERYONE INSTANTLY THINKS OF THOSE IN SLYTHERIN AS EVIL & THAT THEY'RE ALL DARK WIZARDS. HARRY POTTER WAS ONCE TOLD: 'THERE WASN'T A WITCH OR WIZARD WHO WENT BAD WHO WASN'T IN SLYTHERIN'. THAT IS NOT ENTIRELY CORRECT. WHILE THERE ARE MORE DARK WIZARDS OUT OF THAT HOUSE, IF IT WERE NOT FOR SLYTHERIN'S LIKE SEVERUS SNAPE, VOLDEMORT MIGHT HAVE TAKEN OVER THE WIZARDING WORLD ON HIS FIRST ATTEMPT & WITHOUT SNAPE'S & DRACO MALFOY'S ASSISTANCE, HE MIGHT HAVE SUCCEEDED ON HIS SECOND.

WHEN A WITCH/WIZARD HEARS THE WORD "WEREWOLF", THEY IMMEDIATELY THINK "DARK CREATURE, GET AWAY!". YOU NEVER STOP TO CONSIDER THE HUMAN BEING WHO WAS UNFORTUNATE ENOUGH TO BE BITTEN. THEY DID NOT ASK FOR IT TO HAPPEN & YET THEY ARE SHUNNED OR TREATED AS SOMETHING LESS THAN HUMAN BY THOSE AROUND THEM INCLUDING SOMETIMES THEIR FAMILY. WITH THE EXCEPTION OF A FEW DAYS AROUND THE FULL MOON, A LYCANTHROPE IS A HUMAN BEING & SHOULD BE TREATED AS SUCH, BUT VERY FEW WILL TAKE THE RISK OF GETTING TO KNOW THE PERSON OUT OF A FEAR OF BEING LABELLED 'DARK'.

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, WE COME TO PARSELMOUTH. I'M CERTAIN THAT EVERY WITCH/WIZARD READING THIS INSTANTLY THOUGHT 'DARK WIZARD' OR 'EVIL'. JUST BECAUSE A WITCH/WIZARD CAN SPEAK TO SNAKES, IT DOESN'T AUTOMATICALLY MAKE THEM EVIL. IT IS A MAGICAL GIFT LIKE BEING A SEER OR ABLE TO DO WANDLESS MAGIC. AND AS FINAL PROOF IN CASE YOU DIDN'T ALREADY KNOW -- HARRY POTTER, THE WIZARD WHO DESTROYED VOLDEMORT, IS A PARSELMOUTH & MOST DEFINITELY IS NOT DARK OR AN EVIL WIZARD.

THESE FEW EXAMPLES HAVE BEEN LISTED TO MAKE A POINT. THE WIZARDING WORLD BY ITS OWN ACTIONS CREATED THE DARK LORD VOLDEMORT, BECAUSE YOU COULDN'T BE BOTHERED TO TAKE BETTER CARE OF AN ORPHAN HALF-BLOOD WIZARD NAMED TOM RIDDLE. WHO KNOWS YOU MAY HAVE ALSO CREATED THE DARK LORD GRINDELWALD AS WELL. THE ONLY ONES WHO WOULD KNOW THE TRUTH OF THAT ARE MOST LIKELY DEAD.

CONSIDER THIS AS A WARNING, & PROBABLY THE ONLY ONE YOU ARE LIKELY TO GET. IF THE WIZARDING WORLD DOESN'T CHANGE ITS BEHAVIOUR TOWARD OTHERS, THEN SOONER OR LATER YOU WILL CREATE ANOTHER DARK LORD, ONLY THIS TIME THERE MAY BE NO HERO TO SAVE YOU BECAUSE YOU WILL HAVE PROBABLY DRIVEN THEM OFF, THE SAME WAY YOU DID HARRY POTTER ON JULY 31, 1998.

As Dumbledore and his companions stepped away from the monument, a wizard standing nearby heard a female voice from within one of the hoods say, "You know his accusations against the wizarding community are true. All of us in one way or another are prejudiced."

"That is unfortunately very true," Dumbledore agreed, as they continued to walk away, "but until parents teach their children..."

#4 Privet Drive, August 1, 1998

The Dursley family was enjoying the first full day of their new Potter-free, wizard-free life and as Petunia Dursley was setting breakfast in front of her son, she heard the clink of the mail falling through the mail slot. Since Vernon was busy with the paper, she went to get the mail.

As she picked up the mail, a pale green parchment envelope caught her eye. Pulling it free of the stack, she saw it was addressed in the most elegant calligraphy she had ever seen to:

Mr & Mrs. Vernon Dursley

#4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

She thought to herself Whoever sent this must have quite a bit of money. She opened it quickly, expecting to find an invitation to a party or an elegant dinner.

The shriek that tore through the house, startled Vernon so badly he dropped his paper into his breakfast.

He headed into the hallway to find his wife standing there a letter clenched in her fist, swearing. He had never heard her use such foul language before. Cautiously, he asked, "What's wrong, Pet?"

"This!" she shoved the crumpled letter at him and then resumed her swearing.

Vernon smoothed it out and began reading:

Dear Aunt Petunia & Uncle Vernon,

While I have left your home for good, I felt I should do something to repay you both for your care and many kindness to me over the past 17 years.

I know for example, Uncle Vernon that you constantly worry about losing your job at Grunnings & I wanted to let you know that from now on you will never have to worry about that again. You will always have a job at Grunnings & no I didn't use magic to achieve it either. I now own the company. I bought it with some of the funds left to me by my parents when they died. You were wrong Uncle Vernon, my parents did have money. In fact between what they left me and what my Godfather left me, I'm now as rich as the Queen.

Anyway back to business. I must tell you though Uncle Vernon, you will no longer be the Managing Director. You see as soon as I acquired the company, I had the accountants at my parent's bank go over the books for the last 20 years & they uncovered your creative bookkeeping. I must say they were quite impressed by it. They thought it was very good, not quite up to Goblin standards, but quite ingenious for a Human. Anyhow, as I was saying the job you will have from this day forward, will be enough to supply you and Aunt Petunia with food, clothing, & other BASIC necessities of life, but not quite at the standard you are used to now. However since that salary is just for you & Aunt Petunia you should both make out fine.

In case you didn't understand what I just said, I will spell out it for you. None of the money you will receive for your new job at Grunnings is intended for Dudley's use or to supply him with food or clothing. He is old enough now so he is going to have to go to work & if he wants to he can go to work right along side you. I have made provision for that, but he won't be able to skive off, he'll have to really work. Be warned if you or Aunt Petunia try & use any of the salary you are paid, to purchase things for Dudley, I will know & my bankers have orders to cut your salary in half at once.

You can of course choose to refuse the job, but if you do, then be aware that the Goblins at Gringotts have orders to notify Inland Revenue & provide them as well as the prior owners of Grunnings with the proof of your embezzlement. Which means dear Uncle Vernon you will be the one going to prison, not I. I would also recommend you not go looking to DEAR Aunt Marge for help. I also decided to repay her for her many kind compliments about my parents, and after having some people check into her business as well as her past, she is currently under arrest for cruelty to animals as well as for training some of her dogs so that they were a danger to the children in the community.

Aunt Petunia, I'm afraid that you will have to start looking for another place to live. The salary Uncle Vernon will now be bringing home will not be enough to maintain the house in the standards you are used to, especially since you never did any of the work to maintain it, once I was old enough to follow orders.

Besides the house doesn't really belong to you. It belongs to me. The money your parents loaned you so you two could buy this house actually came from my parents. My mother knew you would never accept it if it came from her, so she let you think your parents lent you the money at no interest as a wedding present. Your one big mistake was to stop paying the money back when your parents died. The agreement you signed was actually a magically binding contrac &the mortgage has been in default for years, so the house is MINE!

All those years you claimed I was living off your generosity, you were living off mine, we just didn't know it. You & your family have until September 1, 1998 to find somewhere else to live, or you will be evicted & I'm sure the neighbours would love to see that, especially since it won't be anyone 'normal' who will be removing you and your things from the house.

Again I want to thank you, for all the love & care you showed me while I was living in your house & feel that I have repaid it adequately & in kind. Enjoy your magic free lives.

Your nephew,

Harry Potter.

"That ungrateful whelp." Vernon growled, ripping the letter to shreds. "After all we did for him. We fed and clothed him, but was he grateful? No."

Petunia had calmed down somewhat. "What are we going to do, Vernon?"

"What can we do? He's left us with no choice." Vernon glared at her. "I warned you not to take that brat in."

"We didn't have a choice, Vernon and you know it." Petunia countered hotly. "If we hadn't then the ones who had killed my worthless sister would have been able to find and kill us. We had to do it to protect Dudley and ourselves. I didn't give a damn about Lily's brat, but those wizards were after anyone even remotely connected to the Potters and that meant us. The only way we were safe was because he was here, hiding us from them."

"Well maybe we should've taken our chances." Vernon disagreed. "We've lost everything, Petunia and it's all the fault of that Potter brat."

(AN: Answers to questions asked in the reviews can be found in the Loprogue. Usually after the next update.)