Chapter 2: Consequences
"What?" Said Harry.
"He left!" Said Mrs. Figg, wringing her hands. "I told that fool to keep a keen eye on you, but no, he ups and leaves, going Merlin knows where. I told Dumbledore not to trust this job to that fool, this is bad, oh my this is bad, what where dementors doing in Little Whinging, nothing good can come of this."
"What is going on?" Harry said. "How do you know about dementors?" A look of realization came on Harry's face. She had to be it was the only way she could know. "You're a witch aren't you?" He questioned.
"Not quite" Mrs. Figg answered. "I'm a Squib, can't do a lick of magic, as much as float a pencil. I would be as much help as that fat lump on your shoulder there against a dementor."
"Is that what those floating things are, dementors." Said Dawn.
"And who's this Mundudgus bloke?" Asked Harry.
"Yes they where dementors" Mrs. Figg said, "and Mundudgus is who Dumbledore had keeping an eye on you incase something like this happened. Let's just get out of here before anything else happens." Almost on queue, the group heard a loud crack behind them. An unshaven man with straggly ginger hair, wearing a tattered overcoat appeared out of nowhere.
"S'up Figgy" he said to Mrs. Figg. "What's everyone doing just standin around in the middle of the street?"
"What are we doing standing in middle of the street," said Mrs. Figg "if you had been watching the boy like you where supposed to, you would bloody well know what we where doing in the middle of the bloody street now wouldn't you."
"Sorry 'bout that Figgy," the man said. "I 'ad to see a man 'bout some cauldrons, it was a once in a lifetime business opportunity, I couldn't pass it up."
"You couldn't pass up the opportunity, Mundudgus Fletcher you blasted fool, they where attacked by Dementors and some crazed bloke" Mrs. Figg said pointing at Harry, Dawn, and Dudley.
"Blimey" said Mundudgus "dementors, here" Mundudgus looked around, almost expecting a dementor to fly out and give him the kiss at that very moment. "Someone all' to tell Dumbledore."
"And it better be you, you blasted fool" said Mrs. Figg. In an instant there was another loud crack and Mundudgus Fletcher was gone as suddenly as he had arrived. "We should get moving.
They continued on their way, only stopping twice, once when Harry needed to rest before he collapsed from carrying Dudley, and again when Dawn had to vomit.
"I'll walk you to the door" said Mrs. Figg as they turned into Privet Drive. "Of all the things, I never thought I would see dementors here, and you had to fight them of yourself, believe me Harry Potter there will be consequences for tonight."
"What do you mean?" Asked Harry
"The ministry will know you used magic in front of muggles, and on a muggle." Said Mrs. Figg.
"But I had no other choice" said Harry. "And I don't know what that thing was but it was no muggle, it took my cures right in the chest and wasn't even fazed."
"He didn't do anything wrong, he saved us from those things, who knows what would have happened if it wasn't for Harry." Said Dawn.
"I know that dear, but the ministry won't care" said Mrs. Figg. "They have their rules, and will see them enforced before they get any facts. That's why Dumbledore would have to know what happened immediately." Mrs. Figg turned and begin to walk away.
"Where are you going?" Asked Harry
"I have to go home and wait for further instructions" she answered. "Much will have to be done before this night is done."
"Wait, I wanted to ask you" Harry yelled, but it was to late, Mrs. Figg had vanished into the darkness. Harry grunted, Dudley seemed to get heaver with every moment, he didn't know if he would be able to get his cousin to the door of Number, Four Privet Drive without collapsing.
"Let me help" said Dawn; putting Dudley's other arm around her shoulder.
"Thanks" said Harry "I don't know if I could have made another step with this carrying this lump. Harry and Dawn walked up to the front door and rang the bell.
"Oh, that must be Diddy" Harry heard his Aunt Petunia say. "Such a good boy, comes home early even when he's told he doesn't have a curfew." Harry and Dawn let Dudley off their shoulders as the door opened. "Home so soon Diddy" Aunt Petunia said as she opened the door. "OH, my Dudley, what's wrong with mummy's little Diddy Poo? Have you been mugged? VERNON, call the police, I think one of those crazed people we heard about on the news attacked our little Diddles."
Vernon Dursley came rushing to the door, almost knocking his skinny wife to the floor. "What's wrong with you son?" Uncle Vernon asked Dudley as he pulled him into the house "Did one of those crazies try and get you Duds?" Uncle Vernon's eyes shifted from Dudley over to Harry and Dawn as they entered the house and shut the door. "You, I know you had something to do with this. What did you do to him, what did you do to my son?"
"Harry didn't do anything sir" said Dawn. "It was"
"I don't remember asking you anything you little trollop" Uncle Vernon interrupted. "Who are you anyway? Your one of his kind aren't you?"
"She's not" said Harry "I just met her tonight at the carn." Harry stop, he just started to say the one thing he did not need to say at this moment.
"You meet her where?" Asked Uncle Vernon, glaring at Harry hatefully. "Go on boy finish what you where going to say."
"I meet her at the carnival" said Harry.
"I knew it, I knew it" said Uncle Vernon almost shaking with rage. "I told you NOT to go near that carnival didn't I, oh you are going to pay for this one boy. You here me, you shall pay dearly for disobeying me."
"You can't tell me what to do" said Harry "Your not my father."
"I know that" said Uncle Vernon "your worthless father is dead, and not a day goes by that I didn't wish you did die with him fifteen years ago."
Harry Potter did not think he could hate anyone more that he hated his Uncle at that moment. Not Draco Malfoy, Professor Snape, in fact the only person he knew he still hated more was Voldemort. Harry's had went for his wand, Vernon Dursley had went to far this time, and was going to pay for it. Just as Harry was about to raise his wand to hex Vernon to hell and back, a large owl flew into the Dursley's house threw the open kitchen window and dropped a letter near his feet before flying back out into the night air.
Uncle Vernon was lived, "No, No, No; I won't have these bloody owls flying through my house."
Harry slowly picked up the letter and opened it
Dear Mr. Harry Potter
It has come to our attention that on August 2 8: 25 p.m. you cast the Patronum charm in full view of muggles, and the stupefy curse on a muggle, in full view of a muggle. As this is your second offence, you are here by expelled from Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You are to stay at your current location; officials from the Ministry Of Magic shall arrive shortly to snap your wand in two.
Improper Use of Magic Office
Harry looked at the letter in shock; he was expelled from Hogwarts, the one place he had ever truly been happy, and the one place he knew he belonged. Mrs. Figg was right, there where consequences for what happen tonight, but Harry never dreamed it would be this severe. He had to run he had to get out of there before they could come to snap his wand in two. -I'll live with Sirius, become a fugitive like him- thought Harry.
"What's wrong asked?" Dawn with a look of concern on her face.
"They're coming to take my wand" said Harry "I have get out of here, I have to get to London." Before Dawn could say anything, another owl swooped in through the kitchen window, and crashed onto the Dursley's table.
"Enough with the ruddy owls." Screamed Uncle Vernon
Harry walked over to the old owl and removed the letter attached to its leg.
Harry, Dumbledore just arrived at the ministry to sort things out, don't leave from the Dursleys, and don't cast anymore spells.
Author Weasley
How is Dumbledore going to sort things out- thought Harry. -What if they come before he can do anything. - Just then, another owl flew in and dropped a letter into Harry's hands. The vein in Uncle Vernon's forehead looked as if would lead out and strangle Harry as he opened the third letter.
Harry, we just hear what happen, Dumbledore is going to sort things out, stay put and don't cast anymore spells.
Sirius
"You and you, you will tell me what happen to my son" Uncle Vernon said, seething with anger.
Before Harry or Dawn could answer, there was a knock on the door. Harry's hart dropped, he knew it was the ministry officials coming to destroy his wand, Dumbledore must have been too late. Uncle Vernon walked in to the living room to answer the door; Dawn and Harry slowly followed him, leaving Aunt Petunia and Dudley in the kitchen.
"Who the bloody hell are you?" Uncle Vernon yelled at the man standing at the front door. Harry stepped to the side so he could around his Uncles large frame. The middle aged man at the door did not strike him as someone from the Ministry of Magic, with the glasses and the tweed suit, he reminded Harry as a librarian.
"There's no need to shout" the man said "my name is Rupert Giles, I'm looking for my step-daughter, and one of your neighbors told me they saw her come into this house."
"Here I am Giles" Dawn said "um, sorry."
"Oh, Dawn, thank goodness your safe" said Giles as he pushed past Uncle Vernon and hugged Dawn. "I told you to stay with Spike; you know how dangerous it is for you to be alone right now."
"Don't blame Spike, I read about the carnival in the paper and got him to bring me to it" said Dawn "then I ditched him." A loud scream came from the kitchen, everyone ran to see what happen. Two more owls had flew in threw the open window, and startled Aunt Petunia. Harry walked over to the owls and removed the letters from their legs.
"This one is for you sir" Harry said handing Giles the letter addressed to him.
"So it is" said Giles "that's strange."
Harry opened his letter and read it.
Dear Mr. Potter
In light of new information, your expulsion has been lifted, and you shall be allowed to keep your wand. You are to report to The Ministry of Magic on Thursday, August 12 for a disciplinary hearing where it will be decided what actions will be taken if any.
Improper Use of Magic Office
"Well" said Giles; "it seems I am to escort you to London tonight Mr. Potter. That would be you I assume." Giles extended his hand out to Harry.
"Yes sir, I'm Harry Potter." Said Harry as shook Giles's hand.
"Wait one blasted minute" said Uncle Vernon "That boy isn't going anywhere, he disobeyed me and I will see him punished."
"You can't leave Harry hear Giles" said Dawn "that man said horrible thing about Harry's dad, and he called me a trollop."
Giles walked to Uncle Vernon and glared him in the face. "You listen to me horrid little man, a very old friend who I respect very much asked me to take that boy to London, So he will be coming with me, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."
"Is that supposed to be a treat?" Asked Uncle Vernon
"Yes" said Giles coldly as he removed his glasses "I think it bloody well is."
The color drained from Uncle Vernon' s face. "Get you thing, and get out of my house." he said. "Don't ever darken the this house with your presence again."
"Don't worry I won't" said Harry.
"Harry go get you things" said Giles "and you go help him Dawn." Harry and Dawn ran upstairs, returning a few moments latter with Harry's trunk full of his school supplies and robes, they also had Hedwig who had just returned from hunting. They then turned and left Number, Four Privet Drive.
Harry had never seen a car like the on parked in-front of the Dursley's house. It was a black town car, all the windows where covered, standing the car was the blond guy who saved them from the crazy man, smoking a cigarettes.
"Are you ok Spike?" asked Dawn looking at the wound on his arm where he was bitten.
"Come on Bit" said Spike "You know it takes more than a little bite to take me down luv."
Harry's stuff was loaded into the car. Then he and Dawn got into the back street.
"We have to make on make a small detour before we head back to the hotel." Said Giles
"Fine by me Rupert" said Spike "your the boss. The car pulled out on it's way to London, leaving Privet Drive behind. Harry hoped it was the last time he ever had to see this place as long as he lived.
