A/N: Sorry for the crazy lack of updates on this story. I didn' t think it would get the amount of foot traffic it did, and I lost my train of thought on how I wanted to connect my thoughts on this story. The problem is, I know what I want to happen, but I can't always connect the story in a coheasive enough manner that it makes sense. Awe well, I hope you guys enjoy this as I'm working hard on the next chapter!

Petunia opened the door to the kitchen cabinet and grabbed the car keys. She was grateful that the boys seemed to be getting along well, but she knew that this was going to be a long road for them all. "Well, to the car now, we have one more stop before Diagon Alley." As the boys walked out the door Petunia walked into the living room. "Arthur, you have an hour… and my gratitude." With that Arthur Weasley stepped from inside the fire place, "Where are all your things?" Petunia looked away longingly, "All of our items have a magical seal around them. You need only say the password." Arthur Weasley wrapped his arms around Petunia lovingly, "To Rome with love." Shaking loose of him Petunia walked towards the door, "Thank you again, Arthur."

Mr. Weasley was a very devoted husband and father, yet when it came to Petunia he was always pulled to assist her. No matter how much he loved his wife, if this muggle born witch were to ask him to be hers, he didn't think he could say no. She captivated him since grade school, and had it not been for extenuating circumstances, he would've had her hand. Shaking his head he laughed, if this was what he could do to help her, he would. She intended on leaving her husband, and he would do everything in his power to make this as easy as possible.

Vernon Dursley was a portly man; a constant conniving, angry, and upset man. Today was no exception to that fact. He had left his house in a bit of a sour mood, and this he attributed to his wife, Petunia. She had woken him up at 4:30 when she had gotten out of bed, and had he not been so intent of falling back to sleep before his alarm went off at a quarter after six, he would've struck her. It seemed she had been at the receiving end of his anger lately, and unfortunately for her, it has seemed to be physical. Had Vernon been a better man, he would've recognized this as a problem that he required help with, but he merely saw it as a problem that Petunia was causing. She had been becoming absentminded lately, and twice she had forgotten to pull out his work clothes. She wanted to sit and talk, but Vernon was no woman. He is not one to sit and talk about "feelings". If she needed to feel something, it was going to be the back of his hand.

Grumbling he shook his head. His hitting her lately had been a problem all on its own. He wasn't upset about the aspect of abusing his wife, but he was wondering just why he wasn't leaving marks. He had made sure he had hit her hard enough last night to bruise her face and maybe even break her cheek bone. His hand at least felt that way, but when he came down for breakfast what does he see? He is greeted by a smiling and perfect faced wife; not a mark to be seen. That by itself was enough to send him into an instant rage. He screamed at her and shoved her against the fridge, threatening to beat the hell out of her if she doesn't learn to take her punishment in pride. Had he not been so intent on getting to work he would've taken her in the kitchen with his fist. If he couldn't bruise her face he was going to bruise her internally. Maybe then she would learn.

Immediately he was jostled out of his thoughts by a knock on his office door. "What do you want?" he screamed at the door as he slammed his coffee cup down. Quietly his door was opened and an older woman walked in carrying a small folder. She was a taller woman, most likely in her late 70s and her green eyes stared hard at him over the rims of her glasses. "Vernon Dursley I presume?" Vernon, thinking perhaps a higher up stood clumsily and offered his hand. "Yes! Yes! I'm so sorry, sometimes these people down here bother me for every little-". She quickly cut him off. "So you are Vernon Dursley? Very well, my name is Minerva McGonagall, and I represent the affairs of Petunia Evans."

"The affairs of Petunia… you don't mean?" Vernon did not mean for the sentence to come out as excited as it did, but if Petunia was dead, then that meant he would not have to put up with her any longer and could finally access that inheritance that she was "forbidden by magical code" to give to him. He attempted to calm himself and put on a sad face, but even the simplest fool could see the giddiness in his attitude as Minerva sat the folder down. She frowned deeply and allowed her agitations become known. "No Mr. Dursley she is not! However, this will affect whatever scheme you are thinking of." She pulled out her wand and pointed it at the folder.

Immediately Vernon jumped back and screamed in fear, "Freak! Freak! You're a bloody freak! You're just like them! You're just like-", and quickly Vernon felt himself stiffen like a board and his voice lose itself. He attempted to scream, but no sounds emitted. He did not know what sorcery this was, but he was certain she was behind it. Minerva shifted uncomfortably as she adjusted her dress. She was not comfortable in muggle clothes and this dress suit made her all more aware of the fact.

Minerva gave her wand a flick and immediately a scroll appeared before her. "Mr. Vernon Dursley, it has been brought to the attention of the Ministry of Magic, in the department of Muggle affairs, in the sub division of "Magical and Non Magical Unions" in regards to the marriage between you, Vernon Dursley, and Petunia Evans, that you have disregarded the vows that you had agreed upon the day of your union, and also have caused irreparable physical, and emotional damage to your wife and son. The majority of this seems to stem from the fact that both are known magic users and this alone violates code 435, article A9, sub paragraph H. Along with this, you have been charged with violation of multiple magical codes; some of these which prohibit the denial of use of magic to witches or wizards over the age of 17, along with the reckless endangerment of your son, Douglas Cristano Dursley. These are only a couple on that list, but the full list is in that file I have on your desk." Minerva stopped for a moment to catch her breath before again looking at the obviously angry man. Flicking her wand quickly to silence the room she allowed him to scream.

"What in the bloody hell are you talking about? Don't you dare come in here telling me about my family, my wife, my son! I can do what the hell I want and if I don't want my wife and son to use that bloody magic I… wait, magic? Neither one of them are freaks like that! I'd know!" Minerva snorted in agitation, "Obviously a memory charm has been used on you. I promise you, your son is a wizard and your wife is a witch, and damn good ones might I add!" Quickly breathing deep she begun again, "So as I was stating, in reference to the petition to absolve the union between yourself and my client, Petunia Evans, the motion has been granted and you are hereby requested to present yourself to the Ministry of Magic in regards to the allegations set forth in the petition. Due to the nature of the allegations and the fact that you are a muggle you are denied any parental rights to Douglas Dursley, and may only obtain them after your day in court, which begins… now."

Had anyone been passing by Mr. Dursley's office that day they would've heard the most unnatural scream followed by a loud pop. However, being as most avoided the corridor leading to his office, none were the wiser that their tyrant of a boss had vanished in thin air.

Vernon felt his stomach lurch and his body slam hard into the stone ground below. He heard whispers around him and shakily stood. Pressing his hand to his chest to keep the nausea away he looked about him. He appeared to stand in the middle of some sort of court, and sitting at the head were 3 finely dressed… witches and a wizard? "What the bloody hell?" Vernon whispered.

He snapped his head around when a voice boomed through the room, "Case number 456-934, Vernon Douglas Dursley versus the Ministry of Magic, Muggle Affairs on behalf of Petunia Violet Evans, Douglas Cristano Dursley, and Harry James Potters. 23 counts of spousal misconduct, 354 counts of child endangerment, 234 counts of magical interference, and 2893 counts of familial abuse ranging from emotional to physical." The man who was calling out these charges seemed to go for a rather long time, and before he was done Vernon was clutching his chest. He was being charged with crimes that were going to be tried in a magical court. He was not going to win! He was going to spend his life in jail… in a wizard's jail!

As if on cue a man stepped up beside Vernon and shook his hand. "Good to meet you, I'm Seri Congisto, I'm representing you. Don't worry, I'll get you off. Or at least the minimum." And with that he winked. Vernon begun shaking and attempted to breathe but it felt like all the air around him was vanishing. As if sensing his anxiety attack the man glanced at Vernon and flicked his wand. Immediately a feeling of calm washed over him and he was able to breathe again. He did not forget what was going on, but he was now at least able to stand there.

"Mr. Dursley, these charges are quite serious, and tantamount to a substantial amount of time in Azkaban, however, in lieu of a lengthy court battle we are prepared to bargain with you. Mr. Congisto, you have anything to negotiate." Vernon watched with amazement as what he would call his attorney rattled off previous court cases and outcomes. It wasn't until he began speaking of the terms of Vernon's release did Vernon feel the need to speak up.

"Mr. Dursley is many things, but the thing we must remember is that he is a muggle. Pure and simple. He is frightened of our ways and had I not charmed him, he would've not been able to stand here this whole time. I offer a permanent memory charm, a revocation of any parental rights, and complete severe from Petunia. He will never know his child, nor his now ex-wife. He will no longer be a threat to anyone or anything." "What do you mean I can't know my son?" Vernon burst out. Immediately everyone looked at him, "Vernon, it is for the best. I promise you. Do you really want a wizard for a son?" Vernon shook his head… "I… I... don't…"

Sensing his hesitation the witch at the head of the table stood, "I don't believe that he will no longer be a threat. According to irrefutable evidence, the majority of these charges were done under the assumption that his ex-wife and son were muggles. I think, perhaps, instead of wiping the slate clean, we allow him to keep the memory of those he will no longer have the privilege to know. Sever all ties with both Petunia and Douglas, and any compensation that could arrive upon the death of Petunia." Nodding in agreement the other judges looked at him and his lawyer.

"Very well."

Vernon watched as each judge handed down the judgment. He would have no knowledge about the whereabouts of his now ex-wife and son, and would never be able to contact them. He would be forced to remember their memory and live with the fact that because of what he did he would never see them again. Blackness engulfed Vernon as his lawyer walked him towards the door. He felt like he was fainting, and Seri was patting his back. "Not a back day, not a bad day."

Vernon woke back at his desk. The sunlight long gone, and the lights from the street illuminated his office. Gruffly sitting up he shook himself lightly. "Damn dreams. No doubt the work of that freak nephew." It wasn't until he looked down at the manila folder on his desk did his fears begin to sink in. And even then, it wasn't until he made it home that night to discover a half empty home did it become reality for Vernon. He was alone, and it was going to be a life of solidarity.