Harry slipped into their lives seamlessly. He did cry a bit for his mum, but Millie managed to calm him down easily enough. On the second evening with him, he didn't even complain when Dudley sang him to sleep in his new bed.
"He's such a good kid." said Dudley coming down. "I'm really growing to hate my parents."
Millie nodded distracted. She was reading the Daily Prophet with a frown.
"What's up?" asked Dudley as he noticed.
"I wonder why they caught Black so easily." she mused.
"Black? Sirius Black? Harry's godfather?" asked Dudley.
"Yeah. Wait. He's Harry's godfather? How do you know that?"
"Harry spent his summers with him. After he broke out I mean. And he threatened my parents with him. 'You know Black?' he said, 'the murderer? He's my godfather. And he likes me and looks after me. So you better treat me right.' Something like that."
"That's interesting. Why would Harry be friendly with the guy who gave his parents to V?"
"You're right. There's something fishy about that. I think there was something about a rat his friend had. The ginger one." said Dudley after a moment. "Want to do something about it? Or Better: What could we do?"
"We could write a few letters." thought Millie out loud.
"Can we do that without being tracked down?"
"I can't. But you don't have a magic signature. If you type up the letters, I think we could send them the muggle way. And I know one or two more letters we should send."
And that's what they did.
The Prophet had a large headline a few days later. "Last Death Eaters caught at the Longbottom Farm – Crouch Jr. and LeStrange killed during the fight."
Millie smiled satisfied, her warning was heard.
Four weeks later the headline was even larger: "Sirius Black exonerated. True murderer caught."
"What do we do, if he comes here?" asked Dudley.
"Who?"
"Black. He must know now that Harry is not with my parents."
"Actually I don't think so. The protection blocks all wizards and witches from approaching the house. Same as here." said Millie.
"How about the ones without magic? Squids?"
"Squibs. They might be able to come close. Why?"
"Because there was one in the neighbourhood. But I'm not sure she's there already. She used to babysit Harry."
"Hmm." Millie shrugged. "We'll deal with it, when it happens. But as long as the protection works, neither Dumbledore nor Black can come here."