Great News! I am not pregnant! That was one hell of scare! The asshole dare pester me. It turns out he was drunk, when he rejected me. I might still consider being friends but nothing more than that. I am not taking that ass back!
From
Youikina
The crowds in the largest court room in Ragnum de Magnus were bustling. The news of the lost heir being found and abused quickly spread through the entire Kingdom. The Great Lord is sitting on a throne like chair at the head of the courtroom. The chair has snakes carved into it, to represent the Great Lord's heritage.
It is rare for this court room to be used. This room is only used when a case is bad enough that it catches the Great Lord's attention. The doors opened to the very large frame of Vernon Dursley. Behind the pig, is the small frame of Petunia Dursley.
The Great Lord did nothing as the general grabbed at the abusers and spitting in their direction. By the time the couple got up to their spot, their hair is all over the face from being pulled, they are bleeding from where they have been scratched, and they were covered in spit.
Petunia Dursley, kept her eyes on the ground. She did not look up at all. Vernon Dursley stood tall, looking arrogantly at them. He did not seem to realize what type of situation he is in.
The Great Lord stood, making the room go quite.
His black hair hanging down his back, giving him a nobility look. His eyes flashes as he looked at the couple in front of him.
"Vernon Dursley and Petunia Dursley nee Evans, you are here on the account that you have had the missing heir and have been accused of abusing him, how do you plead," demanded the Great Lord, giving them a fierce look.
"Not guilty," said Vernon, puffing up his chest.
"Guilty," said Petunia Dursley, getting gasps throughout the entire room. A second later, Vernon punched the women in the face, making her fall to the ground.
Vernon was hit with two spells. The first spell is so he could not move from his spot. The second spell is so he could not speak.
Petunia stood, using the railing as a clutch. Her eyes still attached to the ground. Her body, still shaking, got her some very weird looks. No one moved to help her at all.
"Are you willing to live with the consequences of your actions," asked the Great Lord.
"Great Lord, I know I am paying for the actions of the abuse. I am a level four witch, my Lord. My talent lies in potions and glamors. I could not protect Harry from the emotional abuse he suffered. However, I could protect him from physical abuse," said Petunia, looking the Great Lord in the eyes. Her eyes are bloodshot, and her face as pale as a corpse. Her breath is shallow, making the Great Lords eyes widen in shock. This women is injured!
A second later, she fell onto the marble floor. A large puddle of blood appeared around her. Gasps rang from all the people in the room.
Medics quickly raced to her side, checking her over. The first medic, checked her pulse, before her eyes went wide.
"Keep Dumbledore...away from...H..H..harry," said Petunia, before her closing her eyes. A last strangled breathe left her form.
"She lost too much blood, my Lord. With your permission, I wish to cast an autopsy spell," said the Medic, bowing his head towards the Great Lord.
"Do it," demanded the Great Lord.
The medic muttered a spell. Four papers appeared in front on him. The medic grabbed the paper, glancing the over. The more the medic looked, the more pale he became. The medic barley handed the papers to the Great Lord before running out of the courtroom.
The sounds of someone puking resounded through the entire courtroom.
Vernon stood in his spot looking enraged. He could not move, and he could not speak. His face showed his rage in various forms of purple and blue.
The Great Lords eyes widened in shock before standing.
"This women, Petunia Evans, is to be hailed a hero. She has been taking the abuse for the lost heir, without being able to save him in public. She shall be given a hero's honor. Forgive if I shall not tell you all that which she has suffered, it is too gruesome for me as well," said the Great Lord, before Petunia's body was gently levitated out of the room. The blood vanished a second later.
Vernon was hit with a spell, so he could talk but not speak.
"Vernon Dursley, I need no more evidence. From this day forward, you shall work as a slave in the goblin mines. You will not be able to die until the years both of these people who have suffered are fulfilled. Nine years for the abuse of Harold James Potter. Twelve years for Petunia Evan's life. Then twenty-five years for the death of Petunia Evans," said the Great Lord, red eyes looking into the terrified eyes of the former head of Grunning Drills.
Was the crimes so bad, to warrant that? The Goblin Mines is a fate worse then that of a Dementors kiss. He will be given little food and water, and will most likely die in a year. However, the Great lord has demanded that this thing pay forty-six years, then this man most have done such horrible things.
"Great Lord, what of her child," asked Vernon's Lawyer. He might not be able to help this pig he was assigned to, but maybe he could save the child.
"I believe the child shall need some good tutoring. He is a lot like this pig. With a good hand, he shall be a charming lad," said the Great Lord.
The medic, who levitated Petunia Evans body out, came back in, with letter in hand.
"My Lord, this was on Miss Evan's body," said the medic, handing the Great Lord the letter.
"Please read it allowed my lord," asked Vernon's lawyer.
"Dear Great Lord,
Though I will be dead when you read this, I want you to thank those people who saved my nephew. I loved him more then anything in the world, even my son. Harry is a very bright child, but if I got close to him, it would only bring me more pain later, so I stayed away. I taught him how to cook, and I loved to make him small treats. At night, I would give him food. On his birthday, I made him a small chocolate cake. I loved that boy as much as I loved my sister. On the night, Harry was left of our doorstep, I was out for a walk. When I saw an old man, I hid. This man is Albus Dumbledore, and my sister warned me about him. He wants to use my nephew as a pawn to reclaim the kingdom. I heard his plan as he was gloating to my unconscious nephew. Then he cast a few spells over the house. I could not tell anyone we had the lost heir, because of the spell, even though I tried. Vernon was told that he could treat Harry however he felt he was appropriate. Vernon is a mean son of bitch. He has controlled my life since I was a teenager. After forcing my father into a marriage contract, I became his bride. I did not want Dudley. I have one request for you, Great Lord. Please give Harry a good home. I would give anything to see his smile one last time before going into the courtroom. I love Harry and I will watching out for him, wither I am in Heaven or hell.
From
Petunia Evans
P.S. Do not send Dudley to his Aunt Marge, she is as bad as Vernon, and would abuse Harry whenever she come over to the house. Pensive memories, hidden behind the bedroom mirror. Codeword is, little emerald.
The Great Lord looked up, and said," A hero she died, let her be remembered for her sacrifice."
Harry Potter sat in his hospital bed, eyes wide with shock. His Aunt is dead. He never hated her. He couldn't hate her. Whenever Vernon was not in the house, she would teach him how to bake, or give him treats. She changed when Vernon was in the house. She told him, it was their small secret.
He loved her.
Tears began to pour out of his eyes, and sobs making it hard to breathe. Narcissa walked over to him, before pulling him into a hug. He did not care if he made a fool of himself. He just the lost the one person who care for him since his parents died.
He did not know she took the beating for him. She will always be his hero, the women who protected him in the shadows.
He was held for hours as Narcissa rubbed circles in his back. She did not let him go, she hummed a lullaby.
Before he knew what is happening, he was asleep.
Albus Dumbledore, was run out of the Kingdom. The memory from Petunia Evans destroyed everything he worked for. His money was taken, and given to the Potter brat. His only friends turned their back to him. He would not be allowed back in the kingdom anytime soon.
Should he try to return, the old man will be facing the goblin mines as well.
What do you think? It might not sound like it is not going anywhere much, but wait until later. This is going to get good.
I do not plan on having any pairing here. There will be mentor Voldemort and mentor snape. Harry will be friends with Draco and Hermione Granger. I have no plans to make the Weasleys evil or anything.
Wait and see!
Youkinina