Chapter 1.

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The sun was shining down on the town of Surrey. The concrete, unbearingly warm beneath a barefoot and the people sought out shade and air conditioners to escape the afternoon heat. This was something that this quiet town didn't experience that often. It was something out of the ordinary. You see there was a situation that had been needing to be corrected and from the state of things, had needed to be for quite awhile. The status quo will not be that for much longer. This thanks to one Mrs. Arabella "fucking" Figg.

Arabella Figg had had enough. Dumbledore had not done anything about it at all in the last fifteen years, despite all the letters she had sent him reporting it. Not one thing. The boy still comes over with hand prints on his arms, bruises on his stomach and is still too skinny for a boy his age. She likened him to the last chicken in the shop.

Mrs. Figg stewed while she sat at her dining room table with a steaming cup of Yorkshire tea and a red book by her side. The book was opened to a page where the word abused was underlined several times in bright red pen lines. In front of the older lady were various letters from one Albus Percival Wulfric Brian "idiot" Dumbledore. All with the same thing written in each one, 'Harry must stay where he is, there he is safe'.

This is what had pushed Arabella over the edge! The child had been raised to know himself as a 'freak'. The saviour of the wizarding world and this is how they repay him.

Mrs. Figg sat at that table the rest of the afternoon with her tea gone cold, biscuits untouched and the sun setting on what was supposed to be a beautiful day.

The stars were showing when she finally picked up her cup and took a sip of cold tea. Mrs. Figg winced and put it down. She stared at the liquid as she got lost in her thoughts again. It was precisely nine thirty-six when she slowly rose from her chair, showing her years in the time she took to get up. Her face gave away her decision, her eyes burned with defiance and determination. It's time to save the saviour. After all, the magical world has had its chance.

-IAmGroot-

The street lights turned on to illuminate the darkness of the night. The wind gently blows the grass and flowers found along the nature strip. It is in the illumination of the street lights that Mrs. Figg is seen, arms crossed and holding her jacket to her body to fend off the slight chill. Her eyes locked onto the house across the street, waiting for something to happen.

You see, Mrs. Figg had done something rather unexpected. She had done something that someone of her standing would never think about. Arabella Figg had defied a wizard. But not just any wizard, no this wizard is regarded as the most powerful light wizard since Merlin. Some think he is Merlin reincarnated, but Arabella doubted it. But only because she is sure that Merlin would not let a child be abused. She could almost guarantee it.

-WakandaForever-

Arabella was now able to see red and blue lights out of the corner of her eye. The sirens were off but the lights were reflecting off of every surface. Multiple police cars had turned the corner and were driving onto the very street that Arabella was standing on. They parked the cars and approached her.

"Mrs. Arabella Figg?" She took her eyes off of the house for only the time it took to confirm that this was indeed a police officer that was talking to her.

"Yes. The house is right there" Arabella pointed to the house directly across from her. The lights of the house were all off. It seemed like a house with no ghosts, with no demons walking around its interior, just a completely ordinary home.

"It's number 4" The officer nodded and turned to his colleagues standing next to the parked cars and gestured to number 4 Privet Drive. They walked across the street and one knocked on the door. It was a rather polite knock. Similar to one of a neighbour coming to ask for a cup of sugar or batteries for something naughty that lives in the bedside table.

A voice yelled "who is knocking on the door at this bloody hour?". The door opened slowly and a disgruntled Vernon Dursley was on the other side. Eyes squinted and blurry with sleep.

It wasn't until the door had fully opened and he saw the flashing lights that he realised who was on the other side, he opened his eyes fully and stood up straighter.

The officer at the door showed him her badge. "Mr Vernon Dursley?"

"Yes?" Vernon stood with his hand perched on the side of the frame with a striped blue nightgown and slippers on. The officer lowered her badge and said "Can I come in?"

He stared for a moment before pulling himself together. "Yes, yes. Come in"

-IAmIronMan-

Once situated at the kitchen table, Vernon began to shift nervously, moving his weight back and forth slightly. His blue eyes not focusing for more than a few seconds. The police officer on the other hand was perfectly poised. Eyes straight forward, sitting almost completely still and hands laid comfortably on the table. She hated these types of cases.

Vernon finally broke his silence. "What is this all about then?"

She just smiled slightly and waited a few seconds before replying.

"Mr Dursley, it has come to our attention that there is a suspected case of child abuse within your home. We have come to investigate the seriousness and reality of these allegations"

Vernon spluttered, shifted his weight again and exclaimed "What? No such thing has happened here. This is absolutely ridiculous"

The officer raised her eyebrows slightly and moved her hands to her lap.

"So you wouldn't mind if my colleagues and I looked around and talked to the occupants of this house?"

He stayed quiet a moment before covering it up by loudly saying , "Of course". Vernon let out a big fake smile and gestured to the rest of the house vaguely.

"Just let me wake up my wife".

The officer stood up slowly. Once she was on her feet she stated firmly, "Sir, it would be better if you stayed here"

Vernon stared at her and slowly sat down when she returned the look. She walked outside once she saw that he would stay where he was.

It is at this moment that a woman clad in a pink robe came down the stairs with a large boy not far behind her. They stopped midway down the stairs, looking at the open door and the authorities that are outside their house. Petunia Dursley closed her eyes slowly and looked up. Her body tensed as she gripped the railing of the stairs. Dudley is behind her, two steps up. He looks at his parents, not yet comprehending the situation yet knowing that something is not like usual and won't be again.

-LokiWasHereOrWasHe-

Harry Potter was extremely confused. He went to bed after doing all his chores, not one thing out of place. His uncle locked each lock on his door like usual and his cousin stomped like an elephant all the way to his room, complaining about not having a second bedroom anymore. Then there was someone banging on the front door and then a lot of footsteps marching toward him.

He hid under the covers, hoping that no one would find him. He doesn't want to be in trouble again. His hands were shaking and his breath was irregular despite his attempts to slow them. Whispering "please, please, please" into his pillow.

Then came what he was dreading, there was a quick succession of knocks on his bedroom door. Harry didn't move, in his mind he was begging for whoever it was to go away. They didn't. He heard someone demanding that his uncle or aunt open this door. Harry's terrified mind thought this was going to be the worst night of his life. It will only occur to him much later, that this night was one of the best he had in his short time in the world and that he wouldn't trade that night for almost anything.

Now, Harry was sitting on the couch with his cousin in his pajamas while police packed his belongings. An older lady is talking to him, but he can't hear her properly. Her voice sounds like he is hearing it through a wall, muffled and the words blurring together. He just sits on the couch with his joints locked in place.

Then he hears Dudley asking "what's going to happen now?"

He flinches at his cousin's voice. Harry looks towards the women in front of them, eyes looking everywhere but hers.

"Your aunt's going to take care of you for a while" The lady looks at them with an expression that Harry would not have recognised if he was eleven, but after these last few years he knows what it is, kindness. Yet he feels utter panic at her words.

Harry goes very still, he stops breathing and stares at the floor. Terrified for the future that awaits him.

-SpideyWasHere-

Arabella Figg stood outside 4 Privet Drive while Vernon and Petunia Dursley were led out in handcuffs, yelling "THE BOY IS A FREAK" and that they "HAD TO BEAT IT OUT OF HIM". She gave the couple a disgusted look and crossed her arms. For a minute it looked like that little old lady was going to go up to the Dursleys and let out her anger through her handbag and their faces. But alas, that was not the case though only because there were witnesses.

It was when the boys came out of the house that her gaze averted. Dudley was somber looking and looking towards his parents with confusion. The boy didn't understand what they did wrong and Arabella prayed to Merlin and all the gods that someone would correct his way of thinking.

It was then that her eyes caught Harry's form. His clothes were crumpled, head bowed and bare feet on the cold concrete. She saw him eye his aunt and uncle getting pushed into police cars. Once the car's doors had shut and taken off, Arabella could see his whole body relax and let out a deep breath.

It was Harry's face that destroyed the small bit of doubt that she had. It was such a serene expression that she had almost sobbed. She had never seen the boy look that relaxed and happy. It was with that that she knew that she did the right thing.

Harry would be alright now. He would have a chance.

-DeadpoolWasHere-

Colonel Fubster had dusted off his old green army issued trench coat and was laying among the tall swaying grass of the English countryside spying on his neighbour, Marjorie Dursley, video camera in hand. Now usually the Colonel would stick to himself and mind his own beeswax but desperate times call for desperate measures. He had decided that he really needed that woman gone from his life. He had been watching the television when he figured out his plan. It was genius. After finally getting the video footage that he required to complete his mission, he started to slowly crawl back towards his own property.

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Marjorie Dursley was sitting in her lounge having her after breakfast brandy, the saucy little minx, when she heard the dogs start barking,

"What in the blazes is going on out there" she grumbled to herself as she heaved her body from her comfortable red armchair which was almost splitting at the seams and made her way slowly to the window, as the dogs barks became louder and more frenzied.

Upon reaching the window she looked across her yard to see two police cars and a van.

Must be some sort of butchers, she thought to herself as she studied the van which had pictures of animals upon it, but she had never heard of any meat processing companies called RSPCA. Must be some sort of animal farm inspired thing.

But then she looked at the cop cars and it dawned upon her that she had outstanding parking tickets or maybe they finally found out it was her who had pushed the policeman down the escalator, which, was in fact, truly not her fault, her train was arriving and they were simply blocking the way down, so she did the only sensible thing someone would do in such a situation. She shouldered past the officer from where they were standing at the top of the escalator, causing them to lose their balance and fall to the ground, at the bottom of said escalator. Marjorie shrugged as she continued her mammoth sounding descent towards the platforms and her train.

A feeling of panic settled in her middle stomach and released the only way it could, through an elephant with a cold sounding fart from her fat behind.

She scrambled to collect her purse, fished her keys from within and set off as fast as she could waddle towards the garage door, as the sound of thunderous knocking echoed from the door.

Heaving into her landrover, she turned it on and threw it into reverse and sped out of the garage narrowly avoiding the RSPCA butchers and spraying the police with mud from her garden. Her poor petunias would need to be replanted.

After pulling to a stop and jamming the gear stick into first she thrust up her meaty right hand and stuck up her middle finger before speeding off like a bat out of hell screaming "YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE MOTHERFUCKERS".

The police and RSPCA members just stared, slacked jawed at the dust left by the landrover, even the faint sound of the telephone ringing from within the house could not break them from their stupor.

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Sally sat facing the man who had gathered all the courage he had and asked her out infront of her teenage son. She was so glad she had said yes.

They had been in the middle of a conversation about how they had both been vacationing at Montauk 15 years ago. Though presumably not for the same reasons. After all not everyone was doing the deed with the god of the seas then.

Suddenly, an upbeat little tune erupted from her handbag, alerting her to an incoming call. Assuming it was Percy she grabbed her phone out. Sending an apologetic smile towards Paul, She looked carefully at the unknown caller ID and noticed that it was a British area code.

Just looking at that code brang a sense of dread to her mind. The only thought in her head was I hope it's not them. That could ruin the evening.

"Hello" she said "Sally Jackson speaking".