Over the weekend Dudley was moved into a state employees house. Mr. Lopper was strict and impatient. He gave Dudley room and let him process everything for the weekend. When Monday rolled around the ward was dragged out by Mr. L and forced to go to school. After that Dudley had a hatred for the man who opened his home out of the kindness of his heart.

At school Harry was still being treated like glass by the teachers. He even got to switch to the other fourth grade class. He ate lunch far away and stayed inside for recess. Dudley never got a chance to get answers and to punch him. He always saw her at pick up with her fake smile directed at him. While Harry got hugs and special attention he was treated like something you find on your shoe. He was picked on by his past friends and by his once fearful classmates. He did the only thing he knew how he got more and more angry at the girl. If she never stepped in his life he would still have parents and respect from his peers. No he never considered this wouldn't have happened if his parents treated Harry humanly. That thought never crossed his mind.

He sometimes remembered how good it felt to cry on the tree but those feeling were squished. He got even angrier at the idea of showing even more weakness.

This was the week before the trial on Saturday. Nothing to eventful happened at the trial but something did happen afterword. All three of the criminals were appointed guilty of their charges. The press got information and a story. They interviewed Maria and Harry. Now you have the boring details here is more Dudley.

He, like he snoop he is, over heard what Maria said outside of the court room to the press. She was with Harry holding his hand. The simple sight made his vision go red plus the fact that she was helping spreading lies about his parents.

Maria was answering the reporter as truthfully as she could telling the woman the part of the story she knew. When all of a sudden she fell to the ground. A weight was on top of her. Her bare arm scratched the concrete. She was suprised that was for sure. Her first thought after that was to get the weight off of her body. She flipped herself around and was laying on top of the one and only Dudley Dursley. She pinned him.

His face was monkey butt red. At the sight she smiled. He was trying to bite her. She straight up laughed. "Hello" she said in a sweet sing song voice. "Why did you tackle me? That wasn't very nice."

"Get off of me you freak"

"No I'm going to wait until you calm down so you don't do that again"

He struggles of course but couldn't get out. Maria was not weaker than a nine year. Everyone was watching but not interfering agreeing with her saying he should calm down.

After that he started to say all the thoughts he has been thinking about for the week. "This is all your fault. If you kept to your own damn business then I would still have still have my life." She raised her eyebrows in disbelief. "You had the police come. You had them take away Mum and had dad run away from us. You were the one who had them fight at night. You were the one who had my family crumble. You were the one who had the kids at school lose respect for me. You were the one who had my friends and my classmates pick on me. I'm now being avoided by my friends and treated like a monster by my class mates. Nothing is the same everything is changing. THIS IS YOUR FAULT!!!"

The more he talked the less angry he was and the anger was replaced by sadness. By the end he sobbing with tears rushing down his cheeks. She got off of him and had him sit up. She put her arms around him. He sat there limb not pushing her away but not leaning in either. She put her chin on his shoulder and said soothing words into his ear.

"I'm sorry child for your situation. You are victim in this situation. I didn't want to ruin your life only save Harry's. I'm sorry for having you be in this situation that no nine year old should be in." After saying her piece she rocked him back and forth. She dried his tears. She was bleeding from his tackling her she didn't care though and just continued to rock him back and forth.

Her words were genuine. She did feel sorry for Dudley. Not his fault he had crap parents or that he listened to them. He only is nine. He was as much as a victim as Harry was. Even with her thoughts she knew she wouldn't change her actions. They are both free from the toxic hold of the senior Dursleys. She hoped with what time they had left would be ones resembling a normal childhood. She hoped he found a good home with a second chance.

After sitting for who knows how long they got up. Her mum dragged her off to the bathroom to clean her arm. Dudley saw the fre- no Harry- behind a man. He walked up ashamed. He found a fascination with his shoes all of a sudden. He opened his mouth and tried to speak. He couldn't.

He walked to Mr. L who drove him home. That night Mr. L and Dudley decided it would be best to transfer him to another school for fifth grade. There was only three more days of school and for all them Dudley kept his eyes glued to the floor. Whenever he could he would play tummy ache and hide in the nurses office. His tenth birthday came and went with only a cake that night to celebrate. Over the summer Dudley grew closer to Mr. L and the feeling was mutual. He started to do boxing and got new friends. Started to do better in school no longer relying on Harry to do his work for him. He was happier with his new life and new friends. He sometimes visited his mum. He talked about his new life. She was emmensly happy for him and for getting the second chance he deserved.

The Ottos and Harry went home. They celebrated that the trial was over and simply had a good time. The conversation flowed easily and with the light teasing here and there, he could see he love.

He always kind of felt like a outsider in this house. He knew he was guest but he wondered if they only saw him as a guest nothing more. Maria noticed Harry sulking. "Child what is wrong? Are you okay?" She asked concerned.

He bit his lip and looked down. "I kind feel like I'm a outsider. That you guys only see me as a guest in your home."

Maria has a knowing smile on her face. She looks at her parents with slight excitement. Her parents nods their heads with a soft smile playing on each of their faces. "Harry you aren't a guest we genuinely care for you. We care so much that Mum and Dad are going to adopt you. If you want you can be Harry Otto."

Harry smiled, a big and shiny smile, at the Ottos. He nodded his head. "Harry Otto I like the ring of it."

In that moment Harry James Otto was born. Doesn't matter that the legal papers were not written yet he still existed. He now had a home. Something he has always wanted. He was extremely happy so happy he did something he didn't mean to do, magic.

All the dust and all the stains were gone. All the surfaces in the kitchen were clean. All the carpets became vibrant with color. No one noticed very oblivious to the magic happening around them but a Ministry of Magic worker noticed. Along with with Hogwarts. They saw they had a new muggleborn wizard by the name of Harry Otto on the register.