Again, I own nothing that you recognize, JKR has that privilege...just borrowing them to have a little fun. Chapter 3 is dedicated to tears4Sirius for her excellent suggestion.

Chapter 4

The Next Morning

They had just arrived back at the Grangers when the telephone rang. Hermione's father answered it, and with a puzzled frown turned to Petunia.

"It's for you, Petunia." She slowly took the phone from him and lifted the receiver to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Petunia Dursley?"

"Yes. Who is this?"

"Ma'am, this is Constable Jason Mitchell, with the Juvenile department of the Surrey police. I am afraid that we have your son Dudley in custody again."

"Again? What do you mean, again? What has he been arrested for?"

"Mrs. Dursley, Dudley has been arrested 12 times in the past year for assault, vandalism,and destruction of private property. Mr. Dursley and Dudley were both warned two weeks ago that if this happened again, Dudley will be sent to St. Brutus Center for Incurably Criminal Boys. However, unless we have parental consent, there will be a trial, where the court will issue the order."

"You have my consent. Dudley is already far too much like his father. He needs a wake up call. I just hope that it isn't too late.

"Yes, ma'am. The arrangements will be made immediately. Have a pleasant evening, Mrs. Dursley."

"Thank you." With that, Petunia hung up the phone and sat down in the nearest chair. Harry knelt beside her.

"What happened?"

"Dudley was arrested. They are sending him, ironically enough, to St. Brutus'" Harry was flabbergasted as he met Petunia's eyes.

"St. Brutus'? The same St. Brutus that Vernon told the neighbors that I attended?"

"The very same."

"I thought that he made it up."

"I'm afraid not. You uncle had planned to send you there when you were eleven, but I convinced him that Stonewall High would be 'bad' enough for you. Then, as I had expected, your Hogwarts letter came." She grinned. "All 1500 of them." Both Harry and Petunia laughed at the memory.

"I don't think I'll ever forget Hagrid and that pig tail."

"What was it he whispered to you after that?"

"He said that he had hoped to turn him into a pig and I said that I doubted that anyone could tell the difference." Harry was surprised when Petunia chuckled.

"A lot of things have changed over the past year, Harry. Some good, some bad. Let's just leave it at that."

The next morning more visitors stopped by the Grangers. This time, it was Minerva McGonagall and Severus Snape. Petunia and Harry's bruises were even more visible, and Harry winced every time he moved. The two were sipping tea as Hermione showed the Professors inside. Harry quickly tried to stand and grimaced.

"Sit down, Harry," Petunia admonished softly. "You shouldn't be moving until your ribs have time to heal."

"What happened?" McGonagall asked, carefully examining Petunia's face.

"Vernon." Harry answered. McGonagall nodded and pulled out her wand.

"Petunia, with your permission, I'll heal the bruises..."

"No. Take care of Harry's ribs. I want the solicitors and court to see my face as it is." McGonagall turned to Harry and muttered a charm. Harry felt a slight tingling sensation, and stood up smiling.

"All better," he grinned. Petunia smiled, stood up and placed her hands on her nephews' shoulders.

"Petunia, I was able to pull a few strings, and your divorce suit will be heard next week. I also found our camera, so we can take pictures of the bruises before they start to fade, for evidence."

"Petunia, there was another reason that I stopped by.Headmaster Dumbledore asked me to talk toyou about becoming our new Muggle Studies/Muggle-Wizarding Relations teacher.Professor Flitwick has created a new charm that will allow most Muggle electric things to work in the castle. We decided that with the war on, all students will be required to take it for at least one semester. Would you be interested?" Petunia paused.

"What do you want me to teach the students?"

"Many of our students, especially the purebloods, have a tendency to underestimate what Muggles are capable of. They need a wake up call." Petunia nodded at the older woman.

"I'll do it. Have it set so I can have either a VCR or a DVD player on the first day. I think a muggle war movie should do the trick." McGonagall gave a rare smile.

"What movies do you plan to show?"

"For the younger children, 'Midway' and 'Schindler's List' for the older group." The two women smirked.

"They won't know what hit them."