It did not end well for aunt Marge. She was found guilty of various motor vehicle violation, but she was put in jail for 3 weeks for the attacks Ripper made on the police officer and two of the bystanders. Petunia and Vernon Dursley sat within the courtroom and witnessed the trial. Really, it was Marge's belligerence through the whole thing that lead to the jail time.

When the jail time was announced, Vernon grabbed Petunia tightly by the arm and stood up, pulling her with him. He quietly whispered, "We're going." They carefully made their way to the center aisle. Vernon kept his head down and avoided making eye contact with anyone in the courtroom, stepping carefully to avoid making any noise.

When the courtroom door swung closed behind them, he spoke, still whispering, "Where's Dudley?"

Petunia responded, "I let him stretch his legs. He promised to wait out front."

Vernon nodded, then continued with his same whisper, "Okay. I'll get the car and meet you there."

Petunia assented with a nod of her head. Vernon turned and walked briskly towards a side exit and the parking garage.

Petunia walked at a much more sedate pace towards the front entrance of the courthouse. Marge's accident had not happened very far from their home, she already suspected that her neighbors knew about it. Would they find out about this conviction? About Marge going to jail? She picked absentmindedly picked at

a frill around the neck of her new blouse.

She pushed open the door and blinked for a moment in the sunlight. She was annoyed that Dudley was not immediately visible. Vernon would be angry if they were not ready when he pulled the car around. Suddenly she heard a moaning noise, and the unmistakable sound of her son's laughter. Searching for the noise, she saw Dudley's and Harry's barely visible heads over the back of a bench. She approached them and spoke, "Come on Dudders, your father will be around to pick us up in just a moment."

Still laughing, Dudley turned to look at his mother. "Okay..." he managed to get out between his giggles.

Curious now, Petunia moved closer to see what the boys were doing. She saw that they had a newspaper opened between the them. Sighing inwardly, Petunia mentally tried to figure out what she was going to say to her son. He was rather young to be discovering what was hidden on the inner pages of some of the less reputable newspapers. She looked at the paper again. The boys were interested in a picture alright, but it was not the type of picture that she expected. It was a picture of a dragon -- a fully animated photo of a dragon.

"No!" She yelled and grabbed the newspaper from the boys. She was sudden enough that neither had reacted quickly enough to stop her. She looked around for a waste bin, and finding one, rushed to throw the incriminating thing away. As she moved to put in in the bin, she saw the animated photo on the front page of wizards on broomsticks and grimaced. Folding the newspaper she hid it's magical pictures, and looked around herself. Her loud outburst and sudden movement had caused several strangers to stop and look at her. She couldn't throw it away now, not here. Someone might see it. She hid the newspaper as best she could under her arm and returned to her son who complaining loudly.

"Mooooom," he moaned, "that's mine. I bought it with my money."

Petunia avoided making eye contact with any of the watching people, and with a low voice and a pathetic attempt to be stern with her her son said, "Dudley, please don't draw attention to yourself. Your father will be here soon."

"But, mom..."

Dudley was cut off however. Petunia had seen the bag of jelly beans he was holding. She remembered those well. As her son continued his complaints, she snatched the bag away from him. Dudley was shocked into momentary silence. His mother never treated him this way. He could only stare at her as she stuck the bag of every flavor beans into her purse.

The silence was short. Dudley was working up to a full blown temper tantrum. His cries were incoherent but loud, and he weakly hit his mother with his clenched fists. Petunia faced the situation with indecision, but was interrupted when Vernon pulled the car to a stop at the curb.

"Get in..." Vernon hissed loudly, "Stop making a scene."

Harry and Dudley entered the back seat. Dudley was sulking and slammed the door after he'd entered.

As soon as Petunia had entered the car, Vernon eased back into traffic. No one spoke for several minutes, although, Dudley continued to make the occasional whimper. Petunia broke the silence, "Don't go directly home, Vernon, I need to dispose of something."

Vernon did not answer. He did not even look at his wife, but nodded his head slightly in response.

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Harry was laying down on the grass of the backyard. Overall the ride home had been very quiet, and oddly tense. Dudley had refused to speak with anyone as they returned home, and had immediately went to his room when they had arrived. He had slammed his door very loudly to express his continued displeasure. For their part, his aunt and uncle had remained quiet. Uncle Vernon had not even asked any questions when Aunt Petunia had had him stop and she had furtively exited the car and thrown away the wizarding newspaper in a secluded rubbish bin. As soon as the family arrived home, they had secluded themselves in their room as well. At least it gave Harry some time to talk with Tom and Sophia.

"So you can just buy magical things in stores?" asked Harry.

"Yes," answered Sophia, "Of course, you best options are going to be found in Hogsmead or Diagon Alley."

"Where are they?"

"Hogsmead is an town exclusively inhabited by wizards and witches in Scotland. Diagon Alley is hidden in London."

"I'd like to see them some time."

Tom responded, "Let's plan on it then."

Harry smiled lost in his own thoughts. He frowned, "So Aunt Petunia really knows about the wizarding world, I wish she hadn't thrown the newspaper away..."

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Vernon was sitting on the edge of his bed with head in his hands. "It shouldn't be this hard. I have a decent job and a decent house... And then Marge... Not three blocks from here! How am I going to be able to face the neighbors, my co-workers?"

Petunia was standing, she did not have words with which to console her husband. Her own mind was still working over how to deal with the things that Dudley and Harry had found.

Vernon pulled his head up away from his hands, then stood up. "Well, I guess it is time to put on a brave face." He turned to Petunia and continued, "What was that scene with Dudley about?"

Petunia hesitated, chewing a little on her bottom lip. Noticing her hesitation, Vernon looked at her more intently, "What..?"

"Dudley found, " Petunia moved close to her husband and whispered, "a magic newspaper."

Vernon did not act immediately, as if the meaning of her words did not register, but his mouth tightened and he moved to the bedroom door and locked it. "Blast that Boy!" He turned back to his wife making cutting motions with his hands, "...cut his hair, but it grows back. It grows back!"

"I know, dear."

Vernon composed himself, lowering his hands. "Where did he get it? I thought their type did appear much in public."

"I don't know. I sent Dudley to buy himself a treat." She paused slightly, "Sometimes things are hidden so that normal people cannot see them...My sister showed me."

"Harry might have seen something?"

Petunia nodded.

"Blast that boy. We've given him a home and the food off our table. He is going to drag our family into his abnormality... And now of all times! I cannot support that." Vernon sighed, "He is an albatross around our necks, and now with Marge...We have to do something about him. He can't remain under the stairs. If someone were to see that now we wouldn't look good." Hesitantly Vernon continued, "I can manage without my office, we can have him sleep in the room next to Dudley. We'll have to increase his chores though, we'll give him no time for idle foolery."

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Harry looked around his new bedroom. His new bedroom. His uncle had surprised him with the announcement. Fortunately Harry had managed to discretely bring his magic paraphernalia from his closet without being caught.

"I wonder why this happened," Harry mused aloud.

Tom smirked and answered, "I am sure that it has more than little bit to do with the personal view your Aunt and Uncle had with the judicial system."

Harry looked at Tom with a puzzled expression, but did not say anything, but merely looked around his room again. It was still more or less his Uncle's office, and a single shelf ran along the walls of the room holding thick binders and trade manuals. But he had his own small bed from under the stairs. He was excited.

With nary a knock or warning, Dudley slunk into his room anxiously closing the door behind him. He seated himself next Harry with his back to the door. While revealing a bag in his hands he spoke, "Look what I able to get from mom's purse," he said proudly displaying the the bag of every flavor beans. Dudley took a light purple bean from the bag and looked at it suspiciously. He cautiously placed it in his mouth and bit down. With obviously relief, he smiled then continued chewing the candy. "I wish mom hadn't thrown the newspaper away. I wanted to look at it some more..." Dudley looked critically at his cousin, "Is there anywhere around here that we can buy one?"

Harry risked a small glance at his companions, and receiving no positive direction answered, "I don't know. I haven't seen anything around."

"But you're a wizard?" pressed Dudley, "Does that mean you can do magic?"

Harry was momentarily speechless not knowing what to say. He didn't want to show his cousin any of the things he had collected from around the neighborhood, finally he answered, "I haven't learned to do anything yet, besides I don't have a wand."

"How did you become a wizard? Can I be one?"

"I think I was born that way. My parents were magical." Harry squirmed in place.

Sophia spoke to Harry as he paused, "Dudley is not a wizard. He wasn't born with magic."

Harry continued speaking, "I don't think you can be wizard Dudley. I don't think you were born with magic."

Dudley scrunched his face together in anger, "You don't know if I was born with magic. Maybe I am a wizard."

"Maybe Dudley."

His cousin did not immediately answer, but after a moment his face returned to normal. "I really would like to see more magic. I'd like to have another newspaper and I definitely want to have on of those moving action figures. I have some money, please tell me if you find out where I can buy them okay?"

Harry nodded.

"Good." Dudley got up, and almost as an after thought, grabbed a small handful of the every flavor beans from the bag and gave them to Harry. He then quickly fled the room.

Harry sat looking at the candy in his hand. He chose one and grimaced as he bit into it -- grass.

He swallowed then spoke to his companions. "I want to visit Diagon Alley."

Sophia hesitated, but Tom quickly answered with a wide smile, "Of course."