Minerva wanted to go and chase after the Dursleys and using the Cruciatus Curse on them one by one, torturing them until them begged for mercy. However, her common sense doused the idea. She knew it was not possible, was nothing but a fantasy, but it was so tempting! For one brief moment, she honestly considered it, but it seemed liked a voice was telling her the results of that idea. "You will be caught by the Ministry," the voice whispered in her head.

"Then I'll fight them," Minerva thought back furiously. "I'm much more powerful than most of them combined together. The Dursleys hurt my Harry, and I'm not having any of that! I'm already allowing them too much when they treated him like a servant. I'll kill them for this!"

"What about your children?" The voice protested. "Think how they will feel if they saw their mother wanted on the front page of the Daily Prophet. Think how Albus will feel. And how in the name of Merlin is he going to cope with seventeen children on top of his emotions? It'll destroy him!"

Minerva took a deep breath. She recognized she was being unreasonable. "The voice is right," she thought. "I have too much to lose if I went ahead with that idea. Besides, Harry needs me." She winced as she looked at him. It was as if every time she looked at him, her heart was stabbed again and again. "What should I do?" Minerva thought worriedly, chewing on her bottom lip. "I never was any good at healing in my Auror training. Poppy and Albus was always the best at that." Minerva's face brightened. She knew where she would take Harry.

She lifted Harry up in her arms gently, being careful not to jostle him. Once she was certain she had a firm grip on Harry, she turned on the spot, leaving a grim silence behind in the Dursley household.

Minerva reappeared almost instantly on the familiar lawn. A three-storied, cream-colored house was in front of her. That was her destination. She strode briskly towards the house. The door opened automatically, having recognized her.

"Mother! Moth…" The greeting was cut off as the triplets caught sight of the tiny boy in their mother's arms. "Mom! Harry's not…" Zoe asked nervously. "Dead, is he?" Kate finished her sentence. "No, he'll be fine. And would you go get your father?" The ever helpful Bianca went off to search the rooms of the manor. Kate and Zoe went with her as the manor was quite large.

Harry was laid in his bedroom at the Dumbledores' house. Minerva gently peeled off his blood-soaked clothes, and went out in the hall.

"Minerva! You're not hurt, are you?" Albus sprinted down the hallway, bathrobe flapping in an imitation of Professor Snape, having seen her bloody hands. "The girls said you needed me…" "No, Albus, I'm alright," Minerva assured her husband. "It's Harry, I don't know if he'll be alright," she cried, tears leaking from her eyes.

"But, Mom! You said he'll be fine!" An exclamation came from Zoe and Bianca, standing at the doorway. "I want to know who did it to him!" Kate demanded. There was a burning fire of anger and hatred in each of their blue-green eyes.

"Nobody of importance," Minerva said wearily. "The Dursleys." The triplets met each other's glance, and gave a determined nod. They crept out of the room, fetched their wands, and went outside in the snow, closing the front door silently. Nobody in the house noticed their absence.

"He'll be fine," an exhausted Albus told his wife after one and a half hour of worrying. "He just needs to rest, tell him to take it easy, and he'll be up and about in a week." Suddenly, the front door slammed shut.

"We're home!" A loud and cheery voice (should be Kate's, without a doubt) announced. There were two hushed voices quieting it down. Minerva and Albus then heard a muttered 'Whoops', and they raised an eyebrow at each other. Minerva got up, and swept down the staircase.

"What in Merlin's name are you doing?" Minerva hissed at the triplets, who were dressed in their heavy winter clothes. "Harry needs his rest, and where have you've been?"

Zoe and Bianca had the good sense to remain silent, as they learnt their mother wasn't so cross when scolding silent students rather that cheeky ones. However, Kate was cheeky, and she said playfully, "Ask us no questions and we'll tell you no lies." Then all three of them fled up the stairs towards the safety of their interconnected bedrooms, keen to avoid another scolding.

"Bianca Ella Felicity McGonagall Dumbledore! You will tell me the truth!" Minerva shouted up the stairs after one of her most honest daughters. The triplets stopped walking and came back down the stairs as one, and they told her the story.

"Well," Kate started, "we were so angry with the Dursleys for hurting Harry because he was like a brother to us. So we decided to punish them. We went on our brooms and when we arrived, the Dursleys," Minerva's lip curled at their name, "were still out, so we had plenty of time to plot our revenge."

"So," Zoe carried on, "we decided to use Transfiguration, since that's our best subject, but then there was the trouble of what to transfigure the three of them into. Kate voted for donkeys, though she doesn't know why; Bianca suggested a toilet, which was tempting; but I came up with the perfect idea – a cockroach!" Zoe beamed with pleasure.

"Then," Bianca continued, "I taught them the spell and we casted it on the Dursleys when they stepped out of their car. We shoved them in a neighbor's kitchen, where they would try their best to avoid being killed or stepped on."

Minerva's mouth dropped. "But that's N.E.W.T. level!" The triplets shrugged. "Mom, we are the top of our year, you know," Bianca explained. "All Dumbledores are," Kate said, aware she was not modest at all.

"How long will it last?" Minerva asked, trying to hide her excitement at the fact that her daughters could achieve N.E.W.T. level magic when they were thirteen. "The transfiguration?" Zoe asked. "Exactly 25 hours, 7 minutes, and 32 seconds. Bi told us."

Minerva raised an eyebrow. "I can't say I'm not pleased with your revenge. However, you have broken the law, and I can't let that go unpunished. So… You'll be grounded for a week, and no arguments! Now, go up to your rooms, and tell your father I won't be home for dinner." Minerva said, putting her dark blue cloak on.

"Where are you going, Mom?" The triplets asked in unison.

"I'm going to the Ministry to adopt Harry."

Yay! This is the longest chapter so far, and I think it's one of my best. I'll try my best to update A.S.A.P. as I'm sure you're as eager as I am to see Harry adopted! Anyways, do you have any suggestions to what should happen after Minerva adopts him? If no one replied... Then I'll just have to end the story after Harry gets adopted, and you'll be disappointed, won't you? No? You won't be disappointed? (Bursts into tears) No one likes me! This is so unfair!

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P.S. Please review!

P.P.S. Zoe tabbycat gave me the idea of turning the Dursleys into cockroaches. Her stories are lively and interesting and well-written although she deny it so please read them as a favor to me!