A/N: Sorry so long since an update, I am working on it. Once again, I own none of this, I'm only trying my hand.
As it turned out, Harry was wrong. The crack he had heard was Tonks and Remus who had been on guard. Too stunned and confused at what just happened, Harry simply put his arm around Petunia and led her out of the house.
"Are you alright, Harry?" Rumus questioned.
"Yeah, but he's not." Harry replied, motioning his head towards the house.
"I am not worried about him right now. We need to get you out of here quickly." Stated Remus.
"Tonks, you get her and I will apparate with Harry. It wouldn't be safe with us both flying. Let's head to the burrow. Don't look back, someone can get all your stuff later, Harry." Rumus continued.
"Are you mad? There is no way I am going to take this woman up in the air on a broom when she comes out of her shock she'd bloody fall off!" started Tonks.
Remus gave her a slight grimace and replied, " Fine we all apparate to the burrow. On three…"
As Tonks reached for Petunia, Petunia started to make a gurgling noise deep in her throat. It was the first sound she had made since she inflated Malfoy. If the death of Vernon hadn't been running through his mind Harry might have laughed at how stunned his Aunt had seemed with her unbidden display of magic. As it was, Harry was floored that he felt some remorse from his Uncle's death. He numbly moved towards Remus while giving his Aunt a gentle shove to Tonks.
"One, two, three…" Remus counted. And with a crack they were gone from the house that Harry would never have to return to.
Aurthur Weasley and Rufus Scrigemour were standing out in the yard at the Burrow waiting for them upon their arrival.
"Well, I shall just modify her memory…" started the Minister.
"NO!" shouted Harry as he stood defiantly in front of Petunia.
"Harry, my boy. Calm down. This dear lady has been through a lot because of you. She does not need to remember…" stated Scrigemour.
"Yes, she does," Harry stated through clenched teeth. "She does too, need to remember. It was her husband and she has a right to remember."
Scrigemour looked from Arthur to Harry and shrugged.
Harry was about to start in again but a giant engulfing bear hug from Molly Weasley prevented his tirade.
"Oh, Harry. I was so worried! When we heard that that horrible mark was above your house, well, I was just beside myself. What with Ron, Hermione and Ginny yelling about leaving... Why, it was all I could do to contain everyone. I am so glad you are here. Safe and sound… you are okay aren't you Harry? Oh My, are you hurt anywhere?" Molly started, reaching out to check Harry out.
"I'm fine Mrs. Weasley. They killed Vern… um, my uncle." Harry stammered.
All of a sudden a rush of red heads were out the door.
"Harry, are you hurt?" asked Charlie Weasley
"Blimey Harry, are you okay?" asked Fred and George Weasley
"Bloody Hell. I knew we should have gone with you." came from Ron Weasley.
And without a sound the final redhead launched herself into Harry's arms. For awhile time seemed to suspend and then, to everyone's amazement Harry Potter seemed to melt into that embrace.
"Harry, what happened?" softly came from Ginny followed by "Are you okay, I mean really okay?"
"I think so. I left Ms. Figg's and Draco was there, in the house when I got back. He killed um, my uncle. And my Aunt well, she , well I think she made him expand and float away." Harry replied, seemingly detached from the whole episode.
And to Harry's horror, he suddenly remembered that his Aunt, the one Petunia Dursley that abhorred all things magic was there at the burrow with him.
Slowly as if on cue, everyone turned around to see Petunia Dursley. She did not look like the uppity woman Harry remembered, she looked like a hull, pale as the Inferi he and Dumbledore encountered in the cave. She hadn't spoken a word, after all, she knew these people. She knew them only as wizards, horrible people that she had to withstand whenever she and Vernon had to go to King's Cross to pick up Harry. The same kind of people her sister had hung out with. Suddenly she straightened up.
"Take me home," she whispered, "I don't know where I am but please take me back."
" Now Mrs. Dursley," started Molly.
"Don't. I have a son. Please take me home." Aunt Petunia repeated. And Remus who stepped up to her, took hold of her arm and with a "pop" she didn't have to ask a third time.