Deal

A/N: I enjoyed writing this chapter. It flew by as I typed it. And yes, I know I was a little heavy handed in this chapter.

Disclaimer: see chapter 1. Reviews are welcomed. Flames will be deleted unread.

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Chapter 3

Minato watched as his five and six year old sons were sparring in the backyard. In the past year, Naruto had blossomed under his gentle guidance and with Haru's acceptance. Both boys took his training schedule like ducks to water.

The tall blonde knew once Naruto relaxed and quit looking over his shoulder, he would show that he inherited both his and Kushina's intelligence.

Minato will have a lot to say to Lord Third when they finally return to the Fire Nation over the mistreatment of his son. 'When' is the most important word. He still needed to guide Haru through that awful prophesy and complete it.

Thankfully, Haru also had inherited both his birth parents' intelligence. Minato also thanked kami that the child inherited most of his mother's calm and calculating personality and not a lot of his father's talent of pranking. Naruto's pranks were bad enough.

He mentally sighed. Of course, Minato blamed Kushina for Naruto's mischievousness.

Now, it was a waiting game for now. Both boys needed time to grow into their training. The tall blonde had a strong feeling that the Dark Lord was still out there, he just didn't know where.

Minato was very grateful to James Potter, Haru's father, when he had been alive, as he had been pushing Minato to become a licensed hit auror with his shinobi background. Minato had nothing better to do, as he was exiled from his beloved village and son. It only took a few drops of veritaserum and an oath of loyalty for the Ministry to accept him into the auror program.

During the exiled Hokage's training as an auror, it was discovered he was a genius with seals, which was comparable to runes. It didn't take long before he was offered a position as an unspeakable.

Minato accepted the offer for one important reason. He wanted to go home and rescue his son from the Leaf village.

As an unspeakable, he now had many resources at his disposal. In time, with his usage of both techniques, he had become a valued member of that very private force.

He turned from watching the pair to a knock at his front door. "Boys!" he called, "Cool down and then go to the kitchen, I think Talley has freshly baked biscuits made."

As he left, he heard two shouts of happiness that made him smile. Yes, both of his sons have come a long way.

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"Mr. Namikaze," came the shrilled voice of Petunia Dursley manhandling his last name, when he found her stepping on his front stoop. Glancing behind her, he hid a wince from the botched pronunciation of his name. Kami! She wasn't alone, behind her where several other neighborhood women.

He swallowed a groan; in his mind, Petunia Dursley was a shrill and a pest. How she began the head of the local women's league, he never knew. It had been all he could do to keep from killing her and that walrus of a husband for their treatment of Haru before he had adopted him.

"Your sons are a menace to the community," Mrs. Polkiss snapped, from behind Petunia.

"They beat up my son," a second woman complained.

"And mine!" snapped another.

"My poor Diddykins' came home with bruises," Petunia added. "The poor dear has taken to his bed."

"I see, and do you know why?" Minato asked, in a calm tone. The women gave him a glare, daring him to speak.

In the neighborhood of Privet Drive and in the village of Surrey, he was known as a single parent, living with his two sons. He worked for the home office out of London. It was also well known that his sons took defense lessons after school several days a week.

To make matters worse, Petunia and her Bridge Club had tried several times to set him up with a date. He didn't want to think about the fact it was just as bad within the Wizarding World. He still mourned as well as loved his late wife and wasn't any hurry to replace her. He had two sons that needed his attention.

"Do your sons need a reason to beat up innocent boys in this community," shouted Mrs. Polkiss. "My Piers had to be taken to the hospital."

"I see." He opened the door further to invite them in. Really, he didn't want to, but he had been waiting for this committee to poke their nose into his affairs for some time. He couldn't wait to finally have his say on their behavior.

When the ladies made themselves comfortable in his living room, he pulled out a stack of files. Several of them gleefully looked around in his home. There had been rumors what was inside his home.

"As you know ladies," he addressed them, as he set the files down on the coffee table. "I am with the Home Office, I track terrorist movements. My job is to alert law enforcement of any dangerous situations."

Several of them sniffed with disdain as he got to the point while not offering them refreshments. He knew he was being rude as he mentally put on his Hokage hat, he was tired of defending his raising of his sons to these hags.

"As you know in your many gossip sessions that my sons both lost their mothers and in Haru's case both parents due to terrorists, so I make certain they can protect themselves which they do. Now we come to your sons," he informed them, giving each lady a stern look. "In these files are the observations of your sons when they started to terrorize this neighborhood."

The ladies gasped and started to deny the accusations. Minato picked up the top file. "Piers Polkiss, age 6. Parents Harold and Sally Polkiss. Address, Little Whinging, Surrey. Grades are average to poor. Hangs around with three others his age: Dudley Dursley, Gordon Smythe and Malcom Chase. . .

"Dudley and his friends runs around the neighborhood of Privet Drive unsupervised and has been seen causing damage to the neighborhood playground and bullying others while you are busy sipping tea and gossiping."

"Why I never!" Mrs. Polkiss exclaimed indignantly, starting to rise from her seat. Minato's stern look caused her to plop back down.

"I also have a police report from today's incident. In fact, I have several reports on all of your sons, including a couple of disturbing-the-peace reports. Do I need to continue?" he asked her as he held up the report.

The other women shook their heads.

"I am certain that both Mr. Dursley and Mr. Polkiss have since caused that report to be buried in red tape, due to the fact they went to the same schools together. Unfortunately for them, my sons were also involved. I demanded a copy as is my right as a duly agent of Her Majesty's service. In my requiring that report, I was disgusted witnessing that the sergeant was willing to be bribed. I had more than enough information to file a report of corruption within the police department with Internal Affairs. Congratulations ladies, your husbands just caused several men to lose their jobs. The Home Office takes a dim view on bribery."

Both Mrs. Polkiss and Petunia looked a bit green as Minato continued. "Now you have two choices, ladies. Either get your boys under control and better supervised or you WILL be seeing them in front of a judge before they reach the age of eight. My sons only defended themselves this time and the two younger girls that your sons were harassing. They hate bullies which is what your sons are."

The Ladies of the women's league sat frozen in horror as a very angry man informed them of their failings as parents. It didn't hurt that Minato was intentionally leaking a bit of killing intent in his lecture, but then they didn't need to know that.

"I will only say this just once. You are very poor excuses as mothers, too busy with your gossips and bridge clubs that you neglect to tend to your own children. My sons will never start anything, but they will finish it. Now ladies I have much to do today. You can show yourself out. Oh, and Petunia. I will be over later to speak to you and that husband of yours."

A very pale Petunia Dursley gave a sniff as she stood and stalked out.

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Petunia Dursley, nee Evans, a horse-face Privet Drive Women's League, sat down at the dinner table that night. Her husband and son were busy digging into their dinner with gusto.

Vernon, a stout man who as wide as he was tall, sported a bushy mustache which gave him the appearance of a walrus. Their son Dudley was a blonde six year old and was almost as wide as he was tall. Both were too intent of stuffing their faces to paid attention to how nervous Petunia was.

She sat at the table playing with her food, allowing the past to flow through her mind. She remembered opening the front door that awful morning. There was a basket with a sleeping toddler in it and a note. She remembered the horror and the disgust at the sight. Who in their right mind would leave a child like that?

The hand-written note didn't help matters. So, her sister and husband were dead. Why dump their child on her?

Vernon had met her sister and husband at their wedding. He came away with a poor impression of the Wizarding World. He was a stout member of the Church of England and believed witches needed to be burned at the stake.

He didn't want THAT boy living with them especially after the boy did a bout of accidental magic wanting his mother and favorite toy.

Then a month later, THAT man from THAT world appeared with Lily's will. He had been appalled that Lily's son was sleeping in the cupboard under the stairs next to the cleaning supplies.

He cursed both of them, both verbally and magically. He forced them to sign over custody of the boy. He informed them that he would be living across the street in that empty house.

She shuddered. In wasn't long after that he came over again and cursed Vernon a second time, making the man forget anything about the Wizarding World.

"Vernon is a security risk I can not afford to risk," that man told her. "I have adjusted the blood wards that are supposed to work around your home to fit the two houses, mine and yours. You will still be protected. However, I will be keeping an eye on you both."

As her thoughts returned to the present and as she was clearing the dinner table there was a knock on the door. Dudley had retreated up to his room to play video games.

"Can you get that Pet?" called Vernon from the living room. "The news' on."

Minato walked into the living room and with one flick of his wrist and a spark of electricity came out of the telly as it fried itself.

"There now," THAT man said as he stood in front of it ignoring Vernon's very loud cries of outrage and threats.

"Oh do be silent!" Minato said and with another flick of his wrist, Vernon fell back into his recliner, silent from the spell the tall blonde used.

Minato smirked. It hadn't been hard to add another ward to that poor excuse that the headmaster had set up to protect Harry Potter.

What the headmaster didn't know was that Minato had taken over those wards, extended them and added a few extras like an outside magical detection ward. Meaning he or Tally could do magic, and the Ministry couldn't detect it.

"Now, we have a serious problem here," Minato told them. Vernon wanted to protest but found he couldn't. "You've allowed your six year old son to run rough shot around this neighborhood. You haven't set any discipline for him and he blames others for his mischief. Think what he'll be like when he reaches teenage. You will be visiting him in prison."

Petunia made a noise that cause Minato glare at her.

"This is how it'll be. You will no longer be able to hide any police report if your son gets into trouble. I've already reported bribery and corruption of the Surrey Force to my superiors at the Home Office. They take a dim view of anyone corrupting their force."

Vernon paled and started to shake. He knew, but forgotten over time, that this man was in law enforcement. The one time he had tried to get the man into trouble, he was shot down and lectured with the threat of serving jail time for his troubles.

Minato continued on, "Because of their heritage, my sons will not be attending Surrey Public School next year. I'll be sending them to an elite school in London that caters to ambassador as well as peerage children. The security will be higher as well as academia requirements. So, there will be no more conflict between your son and mine."

He turned to leave, with a flick of his wrist, he ended his well as modifying Vernon's memory once more. "I suggest that you get your son under control, or I will." With that he left.

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A:N: Summer is approaching and I am busy sewing. I'll try to keep my profile updated for what is going on.

Until next time. – GF