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Chapter 5: Do Not Go Gentle

-Two Weeks Since Mayfield's Meeting-

October 10, 1986

Juliet Mayfield sighed as she sat down on the couch in her small home. Before her lay several pictures she had taken of Harry. When he was sleeping during naptime, she would sneak over several times with a camera. She took photos of his back and body, making sure to get everything she could against the Dusleys. She let tears fall from her eyes as she looked at the pictures of bruises, welts, cuts, scars, and burns, all of which were on Harry's back.

She took pictures of him in his baggy clothes before he changed, how small he was, and when Dudley would try to blame him for something.

She also copied the information she got at the beginning of the year as evidence for how small he was and his malnourishment.

But she knew it wasn't enough. Just in case, she recorded her meeting with the Dursleys from a few weeks ago. Of course, they didn't know she did. She had it as evidence for their favoritism of their own son and how they treated Harry.

And now it all lay on her coffee table. All she could do now was wait for the time to strike.

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"Hey freak! Finish with dinner!" a whale of a man screamed, standing menacingly over the tiny child. " And if I see one piece of food out of place then you'll be having a meeting with the iron part of my belt!"

Harry nodded silently and continued the dinner under Uncle Vernon's demand. He hoped that if he did a good job, that they might feed him. It was Friday, so that meant he wouldn't be able to eat at school for another two days.

Though he probably wouldn't get much from his Aunt or Uncle. Dudley would eat it if he did.

At least he got to eat at school though. If it weren't for Miss Mayfield, then Dudley would take his food everyday. He was confused about why she did so much for him though. No one went out their way for him, other than her. She was so confusing. As confusing as she was amazing.

Harry knew that his teacher took pictures of him. She might not have noticed, but he was a light sleeper through forced training and the smallest things woke him.

He remembered feeling her gentle hands lift up his shirt during naptime and then a snap and flash.

He didn't know why she would do it though. Was she taking the pictures to help him? Or was it to make fun of him later? Maybe she would give them to his Aunt and Uncle so they could laugh at him.

He shook those last thoughts away. No, Miss Mayfield was too nice for that. She hadn't done anything mean to him since she met him. He loved that she never gave him a single hard time. It was a breath of fresh air from his usual life. She was his reason for still pushing forward.

He laid dish after dish on the table, a feast fit for a king. It didn't last long though. Vernon, and moments later Dudley, who just got off his new game-station, wolfed it down. They left little untouched, and ate with no manners. If he wasn't used to it, he would have given a look of disgust at them and longing for what they were eating.

He walked off to start cleaning the living room. Harry started picking up toys from the floor. He couldn't help but listen to the TV that was still on from when Uncle Vernon got home.

"Mum, we're so sorry. We should have listened to you." The blond haired boy begged.

"Yeah, we're sorry that we ran away." The brunet boy said.

"Damien, Micheal. It's alright. I will always care about both of you. I love you. I'm just glad you're both alright." The young mother told her sons.

"We'll never leave again." The blond said.

"Yeah. We love you mum." The brunet yelled, hugging his mum.

"I love you too." She said, embracing her sons in a hug.

Harry walked out of the room to do a different chore, a tear sliding down his cheek.

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-one week later-

October 17

Albus many names Dumbledore was currently in New York, where the ICW meeting was being held. He sat at the UK chair, silently watching and listening as leaders of different countries discussed problems about muggles and how they were getting close to being caught in many cases. It was all mindless squabbling in his opinion.

Newer telephones, which were portable now, had cameras attached to them, meaning people could capture evidence of magic in an instant if they saw it. It made clean up and obliviation much harder. That, and security cameras, motion scanners, and all sorts of new muggle gadgets could catch wizards in the act.

Frankly, Dumbledore didn't care. He just came because he wanted to get more support from other European leaders if, and when, Voldemort returned.

He needed powerful followers so he could be even more influential after he defeated the Dark Lord. It wouldn't matter that he defeated Voldemort if meant he gained nothing from it.

So he just sat and pulled out a lemon drop from his bag. He could just bide his time and get this over with.

'I wonder how young Harry is doing with family?' He wondered. 'I believe I recieved a message from Figg saying that they have gotten worse on him lately because of school. Well, it's no matter. As long as no-one notices, there's no problem. Ten years of living with those despicable muggles will make plans go perfectly.' He thought gleefully, grabbing another lemon drop from his bag.

After all, he still had 5 years to wait for Harry Potter, so what was 3 days going to do?

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Five police cars drove discreetly to their destination. No sirens, and no high speeds. This job required a more delicate touch.

The department received a report about child abuse with pictures as evidence. It was enough to get a warrant to search the house.

While many thought they were idiots, police officers were trained for this. They knew that if they just rapidly drove up to the house with sirens blazing then the assailants would run or use their victim as a hostage. That would not bode well for them or the hostage.

The ten officers knew that if the report was true, then they had the life of a child in their hands.

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Vernon Dursley sat with his family in the living room watching Friday night specials on TV. He had a bad day at work and knew that he would need to de-stress tonight.

Perhaps another round of 'educating' the freak would make him feel better. The boy was in his cupboard currently. He got mad earlier and hit the boy's face with a spatula. The little ingrate burned the roast a little. Then he knocked the boy down and kicked him in the ribs a few times. He still wasn't satisfied.

He would need to make sure it was covered up before Monday, or else that woman that taught the freak would make a fit. Or worse, report it to the police.

He suspected that she was starting to figure it out, but then again most forgot before it became a big deal.

Vernon supposed freaks, especially the ones from the weird old man, were good for something.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a knocking at the front door. Taking a minute to stand, he waddled over to the door and looked through the peep hole.

Cops! He looked past them and saw only one car.

That was good. All he had to do was keep them from the cupboard and he was fine.

'But who called them. Perhaps that Mayfield bitch found out already.' He opened the door and gave his best client smile.

"Hello gentlemen. Is something the matter?" He politely asked. The police remained stoic, unaffected by his civility.

"We received reports of child abuse." The left officer stated coldly. " We have a legal warrant to search your home from top to bottom."

Vernon freaked out. They never had a warrant before. And they never searched the whole house. They would find the cupboard!

He forced the door shut with a slam and locked it. He looked out the window and saw more police officers coming around the house.. They banged on the door, trying to force their way in.

"Vernon? What's going on?" Petunia asked.

"It's the coppers! They found out!"

Perunia went wide eyed and ran upstairs with Dudley, who complained about missing the specials on TV.

The police looked like they were preparing to break open the windows to get in. Vernon ran for the freak's cupboard. He could use the boy as a bargaining chip.

He got to the tiny door and started unlocking all the latched and locks on it. He heard a shatter of glass and knew that they were getting inside. As he finished the last one, ready to grab the boy, he felt a piece of cold metal to his head.

"Vernon Dursley, you are under arrest for resisting a search."

Vernon was pushed up against the wall, with cuffs being placed around his fat wrists.

He had forgotten about the unlocked back door in the panic! He tried to push against the cop, but fat didn't beat muscle and he was forced to the carpet.

Vernon flopped on the floor and struggled to get up. Sadly, due to his fat and the lack of arms, all he could do was wiggle around like a fat worm.

"We have a woman and her son up here in the main bedroom!" An officer said.

"Bring them down. We'll need to question them and the man who resisted." The leader of the officers said.

One of the officers wondered what was so important to not only lock up, but to try to get during a resist.

He opened it and his eyes widened with horror.

"We're gonna need an ambulance! Chief! You need to see this!"

Said chief officer went to the cupboard to see what had his subordinate so freaked out.

Then he saw it. He had seen many things in his many years of service, but this was pretty high on the scale.

A tiny room that shouldn't house any sort of life, let alone a child. Spider webs covered the ceiling and walls. Broken floorboards and rusted nails. A small threadbare blanket.

And the worse part. A pool of dried blood that covered most of the floor, with a child in a fetal position at the very middle.

"My God!" The chief screamed. "Those monsters! Quick! We need to get the child out of here!" He yelled to two other cops.

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Arabella Figg was freaking out. The police rolled in and the fat whale of a man slammed the door on them. She immediately tried to call Dumbledore through her fireplace, but he wasn't answering his floo.

She tried several times but he wouldn't answer. She looked out the window and saw there even more police now! They would ask questions, and eventually find out about her involvement. Then they would send her to prison.

Or worse! If the wizarding world found out of her involvement in Harry Potter's abuse. She didn't have any intention of going to Azkaban.

She quickly packed a bag with clothes. She went to a safe and grabbed as much of the money she made from doing her job as possible. She could run away and live happy off what Albus paid her for the past 5 years.

Now she needed to escape.

She went to the floo and grabbed some powder. Maybe she could go to France and hide there. They wouldn't know who she is and she could hide until she needed to move again. She wouldn't help Albus Dumbledore anymore. He could burn from the fires he started, and she wouldn't burn with him.

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October 18

Harry Potter groaned as he shifted from his sleep. He grabbed the blankets and pulled them up on his bed. He snuggled in and tried to get some more rest before Aunt Petunia yelled for him to start cooking again.

Wait...

Bed? Warm Blankets? Where was the cold? Where was the spider webs that ticked his nose? The rusty nails he had to avoid while asleep?

He opened his eyes and found himself in an unfamiliar place. The walls were white and plain, with a few pictures of flowers hung up on them. There was a TV hanging from a metal harness, showing the Saturday morning cartoons that Dudley liked to watch.

He wondered how he got here. Where was Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon? Where was Dudley? How and why was he in a bed?

The last thing he remembered was being hit in the face with the spatula he was using by Uncle Vernon. Then he was sent to his cupboard via Vernon's hand. he laid in his cupboard for a few minutes before falling asleep on the floor.

Now he was in the middle of a place he had never seen before, tucked in bed, with TV for him and no chores or yelling. It had to be a dream. It couldn't be real.

"Harry?" A soft female voice asked.

Harry turned his head to see a person standing in the doorway of his room. Her wavy brown hair and her hazel eyes. A dress that said beauty and love. She had a smile that warmed his heart whenever he saw it.

It was Miss Mayfield!

"Miss Mayfield? What are you doing here?... Where is here?" He asked nervously. She walked closer up and placed a hand on his shoulder, noticing the flinch that followed. She bit her lip at the reaction and calmed herself, knowing that those monsters would be in prison soon.

"Harry, you were sent here after the police found you."

"The police? Did I do something wrong?" Harry asked with a scared expression. The last time the police came, they asked about him and he had to tell him that he had a good life. After they left, Vernon beat him with his belt, yelling about 'rotten people finding out'.

"No Harry." She consoled him. "The police went to save you. They found you injured and brought you here to the hospital. I came as soon as I heard. You had several cuts and bruises from your uncle.."

Harry looked down and saw his torso and chest was covered in bandages. He didn't feel near as much pain from the welts and cuts as he usually did. He wanted to ,but knew better than to poke at the tender flesh.

He placed a hand over the cut from the sharp spatula and found gauss wrapped over it along with part of his lower face. He looked to his teacher with curiosity. "But how did they know? How did they know to come help me?"

Mayfield gave him a small sad smile, preparing for the reaction. "It's because I told them."

Harry went wide eyed. "Y-you knew?" He asked with shock, feeling betrayed. She knew that his Uncle hurt him and she didn't do anything until now.

He thought that she cared, even for the slightest moment. She bought him clothes, and gave him sweets. She let him read and not do chores. Was it all a lie? Was everything she did for him wrong?

He started letting tears fall, which were soaked up in the gauss on his cheek. He had a plethora of emotions swirling in his mind and he didn't know what to do.

Mayfield noticed and placed a hand on the uninjured portion of his back, comforting him. He was about to flinch away from her, but she showed that she didn't have any intention of harming him.

"Harry. Do not think I don't care about you." Harry looked up from his blankets to his teacher. " I figured it out, yes, but without evidence and a case I couldn't do anything. I would have lost any chance of helping you if I rushed in. I would never have been able to help you again.

I've been preparing this for the past few months so that you will never have to go back with the Dursleys. But don't think that because I had to wait that I didn't cry. I cried at the fact that you were being hurt because I couldn't do anything yet. i cried because I knew and was powerless until now to do what should have happened a long time ago." She pleaded.

She didn't want to loose Harry's trust. It felt terrible to know that he was being abused while she was forced to bide her time. She let a few tears fall, unable to stop herself. 'So much for being the adult here.' She thought bitterly

Harry thought about her words. She may have taken a long time, but she saved him. That's more than anyone had ever done for him. While part of him felt betrayed, the rest wanted to forgive his teacher. Harry pulled his teacher into a hug with his tiny arms. "It's okay. At least you helped me." He let more tears slip down his cheeks. "Thank you."

Mayfield couldn't help but cry even more and she gentlly returned the hug. "It's okay Harry. I wish I could have been faster." She said with emotion, making sure to let harry know how much she meant it.

They stayed like this for a few moments. It was nice for both of them. To Harry, it was the first real hug he ever had.

They could have stayed like this forever, but a clearing of a throat interrupted them.

"Ms Mayfield, I do believe I have some things to tell young Mr Potter here. It is important that he should learn of it." Ms Wilson said. But it was warmer than her usual tone. She obviously found the scene quite touching. So the cold woman had a heart.

"W-what information?" Harry asked.

"The Dursleys will be going to court in 30 days as per the norm of Justice. I think that it would be best that you go their as the victim of abuse so that they can't hurt you anymore. If you tell the courts the truth of your home life, then your Uncle and Aunt will go away and never be allowed to touch you again."

Harry but his lip. He didn't want to see the Dursleys. He was afraid that they would hurt him like usual.

But the lady said that if he told them about what happens at home, then he wouldn't have to live there anymore!

"C-can I think about that for a little bit." He asked nervously.

Ms Wilson nodded.

"N-Not to be rude." Harry started. " But who are you?"

"My name is Elizabeth Wilson. You may call me Ms Wilson. I am your attorney through Miss Mayfield. She filed the case several weeks ago trying to stop the abuse." The middle aged woman said stoically.

Harry still looked confused, and tilted his head at Miss Mayfield. She smiled. "Perhaps I should explain from the start."

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-One Explanation Later-

Miss Mayfield walked out to get a coffee after telling her story, leaving Harry for a few moments to himself.

Harry laid on his hospital bed, thinking about what his teachers said. Her explanation was still reverberating through his mind. It was so much to hear. He couldn't believe that she went through so much for him. She had done all those things because he was her student.

She found out about his home life. She got someone to help him. She found a others that would help. She collected evidence about what the Dursleys did to him. She contacted the police, who came and saved him. She was protecting him, even at school.

But why? Why would she go through the trouble for him. He was a freak. A burden. Nobody had ever wanted anything to do with him. Then she came into his life and became his Angel.

She gave him his first sweets, let him read when he wanted, helped him with his schoolwork, and even got him nice clothes!

He wiped the tears from his face, but more kept leaking out. He was trained for years not to cry, but he couldn't stop. It was like all the years he held it in were coming out all at once. he wasn't used to it.

"Harry?"

Harry, still teary faced, looked up from his blanketed feet to the door, where his brown haired teacher stood. She put her hot cup of coffee on the table and walked over to him.

"I know it's a lot to take in Harry. Just know that I'm always-" Before she could finish, she was pulled into a giant hug by small arms. Harry's frail hands made their way around her, and she smiled down at him. She gently enveloped him in her own hug, giving the tiny child some much needed comfort.

Harry gladly accepted, taking in as much as the love as possible. He didn't stop the flood of tears that washed from his eyes, letting them flow out onto his teacher's dress, who didn't care in the slightest.

They remained like this until Harry's eyes began to grow heavy. He looked up at his teacher, who still had a smile on her face. "Miss Mayfield?" He asked quietly.

"Yes Harry?" She asked back quietly, knowing that he was quite tired.

"Why would you do all that for me? I didn't deserve it... I'm just a freak." He said, letting another tear run down his face.

Mayfield's eyes widened for half a second, but she quickly calmed herself. She would deal with how the Dursley's mentally scarred Harry later. And it would not be pretty.

She wiped the tear from his face and gave him a kiss on the top of his head, right over the lightning bolt scar. "Harry, I did all of those things because I care about every one of my students. I would do anything for a child under my protection, but more importantly..."

She knew she shouldn't say it, as Harry was just her pupil, but she didn't care, he deserved to here it. "...I love you Harry. I love you and I will make sure you get as much love in your life as possible." She told him softly, but with determination behind her voice, giving her words power.

Harry was shocked. Did she really mean that? Was she playing a cruel joke on him? His mind was too afraid to ask. He would rather have a sweet lie than a cold truth.

Sadly, his heart spoke for him. "D-do you really mean that?" He asked through tears, which started flowing again.

Mayfield smiled and gave Harry another hug. "Of course I do Harry. I would not lie to you about something like this. I will not allow you to be hurt anymore."

Harry finally accepted her words and gave hug right back, letting more tears fall. He wasn't this used to tears, but he didn't care. Somebody loved him! Cared about him!

The second hug remained like this for a good moment, before Harry finally began to succumb from his earlier tiredness.

"Goodnight Harry." Mayfield said as she placed Harry back on his bed.

"Goodnight Miss Mayfield." He said half asleep.

Mayfield got up and quietly made her way out of Harry's hospital room. It wouldn't do for a teacher to sleep in the same room as her student. She grabbed the now cold cup of coffee and threw it away. She got to the door and tried to make sure to close it silently.

"I wish you were my Mommy." Said Harry as he finally let sleep take him.

Mayfield closed the door and walked away from the room. She walked down the quiet hospital hallway with a tear rolling down her cheek.

'Me too Harry... Me too.'