Finally. Thanks for the reviews. This one was supposed to be the final battle, but this plot bunny took over the chapter. Some people are wondering about my other fics, but I was trying to get this one done before working on the others. The final battle should be in the next chapter. I took some time to read other fics to help get over writers block, and let the creative juices flow. Now I have two other story ideas, so let me know which story you would like me to work on most. Revenge seemed to be liked best so I've tried to spend more time on it. Give me some ideas if and who I should put as a ship in this fic. I only plan on maybe two more chaps, but it could go longer, or even to a sequel.

r-krulle, I tried to pull back a little, but my reason for writing dark harry was so that I wouldnt make destiny's Harry too light.

coolmarauder, you could never slay me, I am the DARK LORD.

henio41, i would love to make chapters longer, but that would take longer to update. One person already wonders if I will continue my destiny story. I have tooooo many fics right now, plus ideas for more, I don't know how other authors keep it together.

serpentclara, I like dark harry too, i hope i didn't pull back too much here, i dont want this one to be super evil, perhaps in another fic I may.

icy tears/psychiclunar, way to go, I always look for your review.

now enough of this, read and pleeeeese review. alright no begging, but reviewing is nice. thanks.

"Harry Potter's Anger, Pain, And Revenge"

Chapter 9 "There Is More To Life Than Light Or Dark"

With Amelia Bones directing the apparating, Harry and Amelia appeared with a pop in a safe area outside of St. Atrocitas Home For Boys.

Harry looked up at the structure with malice. It appeared to be an old muggle primary school. It wasn't in the greatest shape, but it wasn't run down either.

"So what's this all about, Harry? The Minister only said that another of Dumbledore's mistakes has come to light at this orphanage," Amelia said with concern.

"Well, " Harry started, "Dumbledore seems to like putting orphaned wizards in muggle homes." Then he opened the file he had found and began to read as Amelia followed along over his shoulder. "One James McClaren, son of Doffis and Loretta McClaren, was placed in the care of this home, upon the deaths of his parents by death eaters, at the request of one Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore "

"I still don't understand, Harry."

"You are familiar with my story?" Harry asked, and she nodded. "Well, I am what is considered a full blood wizard, even though my mother is a muggle born. I was severely mistreated by my muggle aunt and uncle. Muggles, for the most part, do not like wizards. Young Jimmy here is also a full blood wizard. When I let my shields lapse a bit back at the ministry, I could feel he was being mistreated."

"Oh, I get it now, but two mistakes like this shouldn't be a reason to be so hostile toward Albus, after all he was pretty great in his time."

"Yes, that is it exactly. He hasn't been in his time for a while. You see, I've been researching Tom Riddle for the last month. When Tom's muggle father disowned him for being a wizard, and with his witch mother dead, he was put in this very same orphanage. It was my esteemed exheadmaster's recommendation that he be placed here. And we all know what happened to Tom Riddle later, not to mention the hard choices I've had to make."

"I see, well perhaps the third time a charm?" Amelia said with pleading eyes.

"I don't think so. Young wizards can not be separated from the wizarding world. It's simply too much for us to handle." Harry's emerald eyes were filled with a venom for everything that was wrong with the world.

Amelia was not afraid, however. She knew that something had to be done, and she trusted the charismatic young man before her. "Alright Harry, I'll follow your lead. But we really don't have a place to put him."

"Well, I was gonna say the Weasley's, but, I don't know. They really don't have enough money, and with the troubles Ron had growing up, it's probably not the best idea. All I know right now is that he is NOT staying here."

"Okay, Harry, what does he look like?" she asked as she looked back down at the file folder.

"He is, er," Harry began as he looked over the file again, "He's seven years old, and here's a picture from about three months ago."

Amelia's eyes widened in shock as Harry brought out the picture. Jimmy McClaren was a boy with haunting sapphire blue eyes and small stature. He had a messy, shaggy dark hair, and could nearly pass for Harry himself at that age, except there weren't any glasses to hide the deep eyes that showed so much pain. The photo didn't really move much, as the boy seemed so lost.

Harry didn't realise it at that moment, but it touched a small part of his heart. He went back to the biography page and checked the date of death for the parents. "Oh man," Harry said dejectedly, "he didn't know his parents either, see here? He was only a year and a half old when they were killed."

Amelia was surprised when she looked over at Harry. She couldn't see the darkness that she feared would eventually claim him. She only saw the teen from before the triwizard tournament. Harry had shaved his beard after he went public with the Lord Cholos story. He still didn't use glasses because the spell use to fix his vision was permanent, but he did look very young and perhaps as lost as the boy in the photo at that moment.

It lasted only a moment though. The coldness returned as Harry continued. "It also says that the Lestrange's were suspected. They do get around don't they?" Harry sneered.

"Let's go get him. Like I said, I'll follow your lead." Amelia smiled as she had an idea where he might lead even if Harry didn't know himself.

Harry led the way in and down the hall. The walls were a very dull grey in colour, with no decorations of any sort. No pictures drawn by children. No colourful designs painted. A very disturbing place for a child they both thought.

They made their way to the main office and were greeted by a very unnerving secretary. She was very thin with a long neck. Harry thought her to be very Petunia-ish, especially when she spoke.

"What odd clothes to be wearing. How may I help you?" she said as she peered over her desk with that long neck, eyeing them up and down.

Harry did not like this person or this situation at all. "James McClaren, bring him, NOW,"harry said, his temper rising rapidly.

"You will be civil, young man," she said plainly. "I will only help you if you ASK, not demand, ask. And ask politely. It would also help for you to be sure to ask the right question." She stuck her pointy nose in the air as she spoke.

Harry sighed as he got his anger back under control. He looked at Amelia who just raised an eyebrow. He turned back to this Petunia clone. "Alright, I apologize," Harry said eyeing her very closely. "Where might I find the director of this facility as well as Mr. McClaren?"

"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" she said snottily. "The answer to both, of course, is 42. They're in room 42." She promptly turned back to her paper work ignoring them.

As they were getting closer to room 42, they could hear a loud, and somewhat familiar voice. "Mr. McClaren, you know what we do to liars, hold that hand still."

CRACK, followed by a stifled cry. CRACK again, followed by another stifled cry.

"If you will not hold that hand still for your punishment, I will hold it for you."

Harry quickly burst into the room. "Stop, you leave him alone," Harry spat out in anger, startling a very large woman holding in place the left hand of a small dark haired boy, and raising what appeared to be an aluminum ruler, ready to strike. When she looked up at him, Harry gasped, "aw shite, it can't be."

At the front of a classroom of about twenty boys, there was a small desk off to itself. Near that desk where a small boy sat stood large woman with a toad like face perched on top of neckless shoulders.

She scan Harry from his black robes to his pony tail. from his dragon earring and green eyes to finally, his lightning bolt scar. "You," she said after a moment.

"Yes, me." Harry glared at her. "You're related to Dolores Umbridge, aren't you?"

"I am Gertrude Umbridge, Dolores is my half sister." She glared right back. "I know all about you, Mr. Potter, yes indeed. I also know about all the trouble you cause my cousin Vernon."

Harry choked at that statement. "Uncle Vernon is your, erp, cousin?"

"Yes, my mother's name is Bertha Dursley-Umbridge, his aunt." She looked at Harry with such daggers that you might think she was ready to claw his eyes out.

Harry was floored with this information, and they just glared at each other for several minutes.

All of the boys were petrified in their seats, not knowing what was going to happen between their formidable headmistress and this stranger who appeared to be related to her. Jimmy McClaren was just as scared as he looked between Miss Umbridge and this stranger who had stopped his beating.

After studying her a little longer, Harry sneered and broke the silence. "So, DUMBridge, does he know?" Harry nodded toward Jimmy as the boys failed at holding in their snickering. "Or did you do like Uncle Vernon, who kept me in the dark most of my life."

"I didn't tell the stupid little freak anything, and I'm not going to, and neither are you, now get out before I call the police," she said, not backing down even a little.

Harry then chuckled and shook his head. "You won't be doing anything dirty Gertie," Harry said getting another laugh from the class. With a wave of his hand Umbridge was pinned against the wall about a meter in the air. "You are nothing but a bully. I have no use for bullies. Especially those who can't do magic."

Harry then kneeled down eye to eye with Jimmy. "Jimmy," Harry began as he brushed away the silent tears with his thumb, "I've to take you away from here."

Jimmy looked at Harry with wide eyes filled with hope. "You're gonna adopt me?"

Harry was able to contain most of his shock at this. He looked over to Amelia who just smiled knowingly. Harry shook his head a little then smiled back at her and gave her a quick wink. Turning back to Jimmy he said, "yes I am, If you want me to that is."

Jimmy looked around then back to Harry. "Can you teach me how to do what you did?" he said as he looked over at Umbridge who was still pinned against the wall and seemed to be in shock. "I mean, weird stuff always keeps happening like that."

"That's because you're a wizard, just like me." Harry then noticed Jimmy was rubbing his left hand. "Here, let me see your hand."

Jimmy looked carefully at Harry. "Okay," he said after a moments hesitation.

Harry held it tenderly and frowned at the amount of swelling and bruises. Amelia looked over his shoulder and gasped while Harry fished a phial out of his robes. "This will make it better okay?" Jimmy nodded and Harry continued. "Now this isn't gonna taste the best, just hold your breath and close your eyes."

Jimmy nodded again and did as Harry suggested, giving complete trust to the-boy-who-lived.

Harry held the back of Jimmy's head as he tipped the phial up and poured half of the phial into his mouth. "Swallow quick, and it''ll be easier."

Jimmy swallowed quickly and made a face. "Ack, that tasted bad."

Harry stroked the back of Jimmy's head as the potion took effect. "How's your hand feel though?"

Jimmy looked down as a pleasant warmth filled his aching hand. The swelling quickly went down and the bruises faded.

Jimmy looked back up with the largest smile Harry had ever seen in these dark times.

A small amount of sparkle returned to Harry's emerald eyes as he smiled back and stood up. He turned his gaze back to Umbridge and released her. "I'm adopting Jimmy," Harry said sternly.

"HA! you're too young," she said in a huff after regaining her composure, "and after what you just did, I'm reporting you to your stupid Ministry of Magic. You'll be spending your days in that wizard prison."

Harry snickered at that. "I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce my quiet companion. This is Amelia Bones, head of Magickal Law Enforcement."

Umbridge gulped at that, as if she had swallowed a particularly nasty fly. "Mrs. Bones, surely, you're not going to let this child get away with that? Plus he is too young to take care of a child."

"Well, to start, he is quite capable of taking care of a child. I think it's safe to say he would be better at it than you. As for the other, at the least, I saw nothing. At the most, I saw Harry protecting a seven year old wizard from nothing short of torture."

Toad lady was speechless at that. She just stood there, looking between Amelia, and Harry, who was still kneeling beside Jimmy.

A small brown haired boy of about five spoke up with wide eyes. "Is Jimmy really a wizard?"

"He. Is. A. Freak!" Umbridge found her voice again and screamed at the little boy causing him, as well as the other boys, to jump. "You will NOT forget that.

"So that's how it is," Harry growled out as brought out his wand and pointed it at her, causing her to back up against the wall. He couldn't make up his mind if he wanted to simply stun her or actually use crucio.

Jimmy sensed what he was about to do during his hesitation. He tugged on Harry's arm causing him to look down. "Please?" was all Jimmy said with a sad look in his eyes.

Harry got a slightly startled look in his eyes as he took in what he was about to do. He looked back to his wand pointed at the muggle. Then he noticed some of Kreacher's blood stains that he was unable to wash off. He lowered his wand slowly and whispered to Jimmy, "thanks, I needed that. I'd like to look after you. You wanna come live with me in the wizard world?"

Jimmy smiled and quickly nodded. Then he hugged Harry for all he was worth. He wouldn't have to spend anymore time in this painful place.

As Harry stood up holding Jimmy in his arms, he saw a frown form on the boy's face. "What is it?"

"What will happen to the other boys? Some of 'em may have picked on me, but it was mostly 'cause of her."

They both looked at the toad lady with disgust and she just glared back, afraid that Harry might change his mind about cursing her. Then they looked at the other kids. Some actually looked hopeful that something could be done to help them.

Amelia came over and spoke up. "Don't worry, Jimmy." She smiled and looked at everyone in the room. "This woman won't have her job much longer. As soon as I get back to the ministry, I will be sending the appropriate people to take care of this problem."

Most of the boys visible relaxed, but one older boy stood up in defiance. He had dark blond hair and appeared to be about twelve years old. He was also a little on the heavy side and the others appeared to be afraid of him. He walked over to Umbridge confidently. He appeared to be teachers pet, and he was either very brave or very stupid, perhaps both.

"Just take the little freak and get out," he said proving that he was most likely both.

Jimmy grinned evilly when Harry whispered into his ear and then handed him his wand.

Jimmy pointed the wand at the boy and said, "cauda-porcus!"

Thanks to a slight boost of energy from Harry, a pink energy ball flew from the wand and hit the obnoxious boy dead on. The boy screamed as a very curly ping piggy tail sprouted through his trousers.

Umbridge shrieked and everyone else was laughing very heartily. A few of the smaller boys cheered, "way to go, Jimmy!"

Amelia was just smiling and shaking her head while Harry grinned back at her mischievously.

Harry then got an idea. "Dobby?" he called out.

The little house elf popped in. "Yes, master Harry? What can I Dobby do for you?"

Everyone immediately started to calm down at this.

Harry spoke when it was quiet. "Guys, this is Dobby the house elf. Dobby, these are some muggle children that were mistreated by that woman and the boy with the pig tail over there."

Toad woman and pig boy gulped at the sight.

Harry continued as the children watched in awe. "I want you to look after these boys until ministry officials can arrive with a replacement for that woman." Then he grinned evilly at the two offending people. "Now I know that since you aren't bound to me, I can't really KEEP you from doing things to them, especially since they deserve more than just a pig tail. I'll just request that you don't, how about that?"

Dobby grinned wide with mischievousness in his eyes while Umbridge and the boy gulped again. "Yessir, master Harry, I will TRIES to keep controls of myself."

"Good, I'll leave them to your care. Amelia, shall we head back to the ministry?" Harry smiled.

She just shook her head at all of this and finally nodded. Harry led the way carrying his soon to be adopted son.

Once outside, Harry stopped Amelia. "You knew didn't you?"

"Well, yeah. I saw you walking very close to the edge. I didn't want to lose you. Not just for the war either. I knew your parents, and I've gotten to know you over the last few days. You need Jimmy, as much as he needs you."

Harry just smiled and then looked back to the boy he was carrying. "I think she's right. I believe I do need you. What do you think, Jimmy?"

Jimmy looked between the two adults then thought for a moment. "I think three things. First, I think you two are silly. Second, I'm glad to be outta that place. And Third, I think I need you too." He then smiled at Harry.

They made their way back to the ministry in a cab. Once there, Amelia took care of everything regarding the adoption. She also took care of ousting Umbridge from the orphanage. Lucius and Hermione, not to mention the Minister, were a little stunned regarding Harry's new son. They were also very angry at how it came about. The minister vowed to have someone go through all the records to make sure this never happened again.

During the remaining few days until school Harry and Jimmy had a really good time getting to know each other. Harry told Jimmy about the wizarding world and then about his history and the unwanted fame of the-boy-who-lived.

Jimmy told Harry what he could remember of his parents, feelings mostly, and then about his life in Umbridge's so called care. It seemed to be much like Harry's life, but in some ways, it was worse. Harry had been with relatives, that was at least a type connection. Jimmy had none, was all alone. Umbridge had encouraged the torment by the other boys, and was just as cruel as the children in her ways.

Harry talked about his adventure's at Hogwart's, bringing wonder to Jimmy's eyes. He told one years worth of adventure each night as they ticked off the days until school.

An extra bed was put in Harry's room because Jimmy was a little too scared to stay by himself. Every night after the story Harry would watch Jimmy sleep as he reflected on everything that had happened. Harry thought it odd that he was given custody of Jimmy, after all, those in the ministry were not subject to the controls of the blood oath.

On the final night before returning to school, Harry was pacing the room after Jimmy drifted off to sleep. He stopped in front of a full length mirror and gazed at his sixteen year old reflection. He clenched and unclenched his fists. With exercise and a growth spurt over the summer, he had finally filled out. Without out the glasses hiding his green eyes, and his much neater, longer hair, he did look older, if not a little intimidating. Accepting that he had been tricked, he finally admitted to himself that Sirius' death was not his fault. He had started learning from his mistakes. He would choose to think, not just react, in fact, this summer had already proven that. He was strong and capable of looking after Jimmy, and would do just that.

He heard a rumble and looked out the window. A storm was headed this way. Probably be raining all the way to Hogwart's. No matter, Harry had finally come to terms with himself, and his fate. He would continue to use the dark arts when necessary. His thoughts had exhausted him again, and he drifted off to a restless sleep.

A loud clap of thunder woke the new father and son from their nightmares. Jimmy screamed out, and then, unsure where he was for a moment screamed again.

Harry was unnerved by his own dreams but focused only on Jimmy. Jumping out of his bed and going to Jimmy's, he tried to quiet him down.

With a long flash of lightning, Jimmy saw Harry's face, and jumped into his arms as the thunder sounded around them. They were both breathing hard from their nightmares. Finally calming down, they confided to each other what their's was about.

"I...I was dreaming that Miss Umbridge was the one who killed my mum and dad," Jimmy said sobbing. The she started hitting me. You came and stopped her, but then you disappeared and she started again."

"It's okay, Jimmy. It was just a dream, I'm not going anywhere." Harry soothed the trembling boy.

"C...can I..."

"Yeah, you can sleep with me." Harry smiled, momentarily forgetting his own dream.

Harry lay there holding Jimmy and thinking how many times he needed this when he was little. A single tear rolled down his cheek at what he had missed out on. Voldemort would pay for all the pain he caused. Death would be too good for him. Death would most definitely come for Voldemort, but pain first.

"What was your bad dream about?" Jimmy whispered, breaking Harry out of his thoughts.

Harry though about how perceptive his son was and smiled to himself. "Well, it wasn't the usual dreams from Voldemort that I've been telling you about." Then, as Harry remembered the dream, he started to tremble himself. His voice was a little shaky as he trusted Jimmy with the dream. "I replaced Voldemort. I was hurting people for joy, not just because they were bullies and deserved it."

They were staring into the darkness and listening to the raindrops as they hit the roof above their heads. The rain stopped as they talked. The clouds cleared some and moonlight filled the room. They looked at each other and Harry continued. "Then I was back in the room where I found you. I had my wand pointed at Miss Umbridge when you stopped me. But you disappeared too, and I...I killed her."

Jimmy hugged Harry tight and said, "it's okay, I ain't goin anywhere either."

Harry hugged him back just as tight. "Thanks...son. I think we'll be okay."

"I think we will too...dad. We got each other now."

They then drifted off to sleep, knowing they needed each other and that they would be there for each other. As they slept, a golden light slowly grew and surrounded them, before fading away. They both woke to a bright day, completely rested. The storm of the night before had completely dissipated.

With everything packed ahead of time for school, Harry decided to run an errand if Hermione was successful with one of the tasks he had set forth. He would ask her at breakfast.

"So, Hermione, any luck finding a way to release the Dursley's? The mild connection to them is starting to leave a bad taste in my mouth," Harry said over eggs and bacon.

"Actually, that was the easiest to do," she said, holding up a vial filled with a reddish brown liquid. "Three drops of this, and they'll be back to normal. Well, normal for them."

"Great, we can swing by Privet Drive on the way to King's Cross Station. I assume that Ron and his family will meet us there?"

The Weasley's had been staying at The Burrow for the past few days. Voldemort hadn't been active for a while, and there were no reports of Death Eater activity as well.

"Yeah, it's 9:30, we better get going, just in case something happens." Hermione jumped into 'take charge' mode.

"They will be waring the armour and such? Can't be too careful."

"Yes, Harry. See? I've got mine on too. You're the only one without."

"So I am. Back in a sec," Harry said as he ran back to his room.

Several weeks back Harry had purchased armour and a few blades for every member of The Marauders. He came back down stairs wearing dragonhide boots and a stylish dragon leather vest. Protection doesn't need to look bad, after all.

Thanks to Dobby and Winky, everything was already loaded into the new car Harry had bought. It wasn't a limo, but with a little magic, the inside felt like one. The outside didn't look bad either. Shiny black, with tinted windows, it almost looked like a limo. It was set up to be driven by a house elf, and Dobby was excited to be sitting in the driver's seat. It hadn't taken Dobby long to learn the rules of the road.

"Okay, Dobby. Take us to my uncle's house first," Harry said once he, Jimmy, and Hermione were settled in the back seat.

"Yessir, Master Harry."

After arriving at the Dursley's Harry gathered them into the living room and introduced them to Jimmy. They were happy for Harry. So it was a good a time as any. He started with Dudley.

"I'm sorry for putting you guys through this, but I couldn't take your crap anymore. Defeating Voldemort took precedence. Now that he is all but defeated, I'm going to release you. Dudley, you first. Open your mouth so I can give you the potion."

Once Dudley swallowed the three drops, his eyes glazed over and then cleared.

"What the?" he exclaimed. He started to get angry and say something, but after noticing how filled out and intimidating Harry was, he changed his mind. "Well, I'm making good money thanks to you, so, er, whatever Harry," he said and just sat down.

Harry glanced at Hermione and Jimmy and said, "so far, so good." turning to Petunia, he said, "alright, Aunt Petunia, try to remember we almost got close before I put you under the blood oath. It wouldn't have worked if you weren't willing on some level."

Then he gave her three drops of the potion and her eyes glazed over just like Dudley. When they cleared, she gave Harry a stern look, then she remembered that day in the kitchen. She looked at Dudley, and then turned back to Harry. "Hmmmph, don't you dare try that again," she said in a shrill voice."

Harry started to lose his temper. "Hey, you treated me like shit all my life. You're lucky I didn't leave you like that," he said menacingly.

She just glared at him but didn't say anything more as he stood in front of Vernon. Vernon appeared cheerful, but as they looked eye to eye, Harry nearly lost his nerve. He glanced back to Hermione. "I don't think I can do this, he's gonna be pissed."

"You release Vernon this minute!" Petunia screamed out.

"You make sure he remains civil or there will be trouble!" Harry screamed back with glowing green eyes, causing Petunia to gulp.

"Maybe you better let me hang on to your wand Harry," Hermione said.

"Good idea," Harry said calming down. He handed over his wand and attempted to release Vernon again. "Now Vernon, PLEASE stay in control once you swallow this, okay?"

Vernon just smiled innocently at Harry as he swallowed Hermione's potion. His eyes glazed over and then cleared. Then his cheeks started getting red, very red, and his eyes radiated extreme anger.

"HOW DARE YOU!" he screamed, raising his fists, clearly getting ready to pound Harry.

Jimmy ran over yelling, "you leave my new dad alone!"

Vernon growled out, "fuck you you little FREAK!" as he back handed the small boy with his fist.

Jimmy fell to the floor crying, blood dripping from his mouth where he had been hit.

In the flash of the moment that happened, Harry stepped up to Vernon, death-green eyes glaring. In one swift motion, he silently summoned the knife from his boot into his hand and plowed it into Vernon's gut.

Even though there was a large amount of fat protecting the man, the knife did hit a few organs as Harry twisted the knife. He then brought the knife up, slicing more as he pulled it out. His eyes flared with evil pleasure as he brought the blade to his face and ran his tongue along the blood soaked edge. He then spat blood and saliva into Vernon's stunned face.

The heavy man immediately screamed as the angry spittle and blood acted like an acid, burning into his face like holy water on a vampire.

Harry wiped the blood on Vernon's shirt and put away the dagger before going over and picking up a still whimpering Jimmy. Harry summoned a washcloth while Petunia finally broke out her stunned silence and ran to her injured husband.

Hermione was shocked but kept her wits about her as she cast a mild, but painful healing charm on Vernon. "I've stopped the bleeding," she said to Petunia. "He won't require an further medical attention, but he should take it easy. It will heal, albeit very slowly and painful." She got a slight joy out of saying that. She was beginning to understand the joy one could take at causing those to suffer who desperately deserved it. Turning to Harry and Jimmy, "are you alright?" she asked.

Jimmy nodded slightly as he lay his head against Harry's chest.

"He'll be fine, it was a minor cut." Harry then turned to the Dursley's. "You got lucky THIS time."

"T..This time?" Petunia sputtered out.

"Yes, this time. You know the prophecy. I told it to you. If I'm able to kill the post powerful dark lord of all time, you mean absolutely nothing to me. If you had treated me right growing up, I wouldn't have needed to do what I did. You're lucky I didn't just kill the lot of you. I don't need the supposed protection of your blood."

Dudley, who had been cowering in the corner during this whole mess, was broken out of his silence after Harry had called his name for a third time. "W...What?"

"As I spent all the money to start your business, you are welcome to buy me out or continue to give me a percentage. Your choice. Do remember your place, as many of your clients are wizards. The connection to me will continue to bring you customers, but your quality is what will keep them."

"Y...Yes, sir. I understand," Dudley said in a defeated voice as he looked down. At least he could have a decent income and a good future if he just continued to do what he had been doing.

Harry looked around as he hoped it would be the last time he ever saw Number 4, Privet Drive.

Sensing his thoughts, Hermione gave him and Jimmy a hug and said, "don't worry, Harry, things will be okay, this time." She then gave him a kiss on the cheek and patted Jimmy on the head before leading them outside to the car.

With one last look at the house as they drove off, Harry said out loud, "good riddance."