A/N: This story is not mine this is a story from a fan. Enjoy.

A helping hand.

C22 The truth is hard to swallow part 1.

Amelia kneeled down and looked around the Cupboard. There was a little basket in the corner that looked very old. She took her wand out of the holster and looked at Michel. "Did you take the pictures you needed".

Michel nodded and looked on as Amelia said "REPARO". Right in front of his eyes, the basket started to turn back to the way it had been many years ago.

Just a few moments after the spell there was a nice basket standing in front of them in the middle of the cupboard. It was the size of a small baby. In that basket was a little blanket that was decorated with little snitches.

"How long will it be like that" Michel asked as he took the blanket out of the basket.

"I don't know. It all depends on how old it is. The older it is the shorter the time it remains restored". Amelia looked on as Michel took the blanket out of the basket. Her breath got stuck in her throat the moment she saw the name Harry Embroidered into the fabric. It was the blanket that she had given him on his first birthday just before they went into hiding. "I gave him this blanket, Lily told me that he always took it whit him or cried if he didn't have it around".

Both of them looked on and saw little things that were just as old or a little younger, but all of it was from the time he was a baby. Yet the moment they were taking it all in it started to deteriorate back to the state they found it in. The thing that was new or as new as it could be was a piece of foam the size of the cupboard floor. It looked like it had been his mattress just like a thin piece of cloth that must have functioned as his blanket.

"If you want to hex them, could you wait until I have my go the Muggle way," Michel asked wit more venom then she had heard before.

Amelia didn't answer him but just nodded as she got up and made her way over to Petunia and Vernon. It was there that she stood to the side and let Michel do the talking.

Michel didn't have to be told what to do so he took the chair opposed of Vernon and sat down. "I hope that you do understand that it isn't looking very good for your side of the story".

"What the hell are you talking about; the freak deserved everything he got".

This comment made Michel look up and Amelia murderous.

"W… Wh.. What do you mean" Michel stammered?

Vernon hung a little forward, his Moustache bristling, his beady eyes hateful. "I don't like freaks like you. It's not natural, it's freakish. I don't like it and I don't want any business with it at all, or any of you for that matter. We banished that freak of a sister of hers when her parents died and now we had to take care of that freak kid of hers".

It was now that Amelia snapped at him. "So by taking care of him, you are locking him up, starving him, neglecting him".

Vernon looked at her but it was Petunia that answered her. "He got what he needed, he didn't die did he, and like we said we didn't want him. He was left here like a sack of potatoes, so why not treat him as one".

Michel could see that Amelia was getting very mad so he took over. "If you didn't like him at all why didn't you bring the boy to us so we could find a new home for him".

"Why the kid had to be here for our protection and I do have to think of my Little Dudders".

So you just locked him up like an animal to be used for your own good just like the money you got to take care of him" Amelia snapped.

This time it was Vernon that answered Amelia. "You mean that pocket money they gave us. That is barely enough to pay the rent for him. That little bit that is left over we give to Dudley, you don't want our boy to feel neglected now do you".

Amelia stood with her wand in her hand ready to curse the hell out of Vernon. But before she got so far it was Kingsley Shacklebolt who threw up a protection shield. "Amelia lets go outside for a moment" He shouted.

Amelia turned around her nostrils flaring in hate. It took her a moment before she knew what happened and nodded.

"Amelia what in Merlin's name are you thinking. This is not the first time we saved a Muggleborn from abuse. So why are you so worked up about this one".

Amelia just stared at him for a couple of seconds. "I never told you who the boy was, did I".

"What do you mean by that"?

"Well the boy we took from the cupboard is Harry Potter and those people inside are his last and only remaining family". Kingsley snapped his head around so fast that Amelia heard the snap. She was sure that he would need to go to St. Mungo's just to help him handle the pain that he was about to feel later tonight.

Just as Amelia was about to go back in, Michel came outside followed by the other policeman who guided Vernon and Petunia who were both wearing handcuffs. "I'm going to take them to the precinct to interrogate them further to make it official.

While the others looked on they saw that the woman from across the street came over to take Dudley for the rest of the night. "Who might you be" Amelia asked.

"My name is Arabella Figg and the Dursleys asked me to take care of Dudley just like I did for Harry if they went away".

Amelia nodded and walked back inside, but the name Figg kept going through her mind. As she walked around the house with Michel at her side they both looked at what there was to see. Or in this case the lack of it. There were no pictures indicating that there was another young boy in the house. Most of the pictures there were, were from their own little walking whale of a baby.

This cost both of them to scowl at what they saw but it wasn't enough to convict them of any wrong doing. The lack of pictures told them that they didn't care about the boy, but it didn't tell them that they were neglecting him.

No, the first prove they had been the extra bedroom upstairs. There was the main bedroom with a double bed. There was one kid's room that was clearly for their son. Then there was another bedroom with a single bed in it, after a good look, it was clear that it was a Guest room.

After that bathroom, there was one other room. It wasn't a big room but it could be fitted with a single bed. It could have been a room that was ideal for Harry. This room, however, was filled up with broken toys, children's story books. An old computer and other kids stuff. "Amelia what do you think of this room".

Amelia took in the room with her eyes. "It's clear that they don't want Harry around at all. This could be a nice room for him, Even if they would bring in the bear necessities it would show us the felt something for him. By having this room and putting him into the cupboard it tells me they don't".

Michel nodded "I will take all the pictures and see to it that they will be locked up until the day they have to face the truth. Will you go to Mr. Potter and take some pictures of his current clothes; it is the only thing I still need to get those people out of their guardianship. After that, he is all yours until he is needed here again".

"I will do that when I see him later tonight. Do you think that it would be alright to let him stay with Andrea for that time"?

Michel had to think a little. "Yes, I could tell that this is the best thing for him at this point. I only hope that she doesn't get too attached to the boy. I can't guaranty that he will end up with her. Most of the time it doesn't end that well".

This has been the one thing Amelia had been thinking about. It was clear to everyone around that Andrea had a soft spot for the boy, but even in the magical world, it was not a green card for getting him. "It is the same thing in our world. Just loving him isn't a guaranty for getting him. I'm sure that the case will get in front of the Wizengamot and Lucius will be the one dictating it".

After those words, Michel left to go to the police office and Amelia went to Andrea together with Minerva.

A/N: This was it again for this week, see you all next time.