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Harry Potter and the Veela Life Debts

By Jojobevco

Chapter 16

Homecoming and the Skirmish of Grimmauld Place

Unbeknownst to anyone, even The Right Honorable James Granger, at that moment, the glorious destruction of the Dursley Family began.

Earlier That Morning

8:00 AM

A British Aerospace BAe 125, of the No. 32 (The Royal) Squadron

En-Route to RAF Northolt, 6.2 miles north of Heathrow International Airport

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking, we will be landing at RAF Northolt in about thirty minutes and have begun our decent."

As Harry looked out the window at the steadily approaching ground he reflected on the past month. It had been rough. Harry was put through almost constant spell and combat training. But, it was worth it. He was in the best shape of his life and felt more confident about being in fights. He could now shoot a PAMAS with a reasonable (okay, a lot better than reasonable). He also now had lost any qualms he had about hitting a girl. Harry turned to the aforementioned "girl." The newly promoted Chef d'Escadron (equivalent to a Commandant in the French Army, or Major in the British Army) Tonks had been permanently assigned as the head of his protection detail. Louis had to stay in France with Jean-Pierre and Sirius was currently persona non grata in the UK.

Harry honestly didn't know what to do about Tonks. He liked her, she liked him, but he wasn't sure if they were compatible or not. Besides, he didn't want to do anything until he dealt with the issues his bonded companions were having.

Harry looked to the two seats in front of him, where his girls were napping. Harry was getting along well with Gabrielle. Contrary to popular belief they weren't shagging like rabbits, instead, their bond and their connection to one another was growing steadily.

The problem was Fleur. She seemed to have made no further progress with Harry. Although her bond has settled she still seems uncomfortable around him, as if every experience of physical contact was a battle. While Harry was fine with this, he felt bad for Fleur, who he had started growing close to during his crash course in government, etiquette and common courtesy with her. Intimacy was out of the question, at least until her issues was resolved.

At this point Harry felt the plane start descending. As Harry's experience with aircraft was limited, he didn't realize that this wasn't a normal decent. Instead the plane was executing a "corkscrew descent" that would later become popular following several incidents at Baghdad International Airport after the 2003 invasion of Iraq. The purpose of this was to keep the aircraft inside Northolt's perimeter away from any small arms fire, surface-to-air missiles, or, unbeknownst to the pilots, spells.

The plane landed without incident where it was greeted by five motorcycles, two Range Rovers, and an attack helicopter. As Harry was staring at the helicopter (because it was "cool") Tonks directed the two Aurors that had accompanied them to England to the second Range Rover while Fleur and Gabrielle headed for the first one.

"Do you like it, Mr. Potter?"

Harry turned to see Agent John Smith of the Metropolitan Police's Diplomatic Protection Group, who he vaguely remembered from the disaster of Privet Drive, which brought him back to London today. Agent Smith was accompanied by two other DPG Agents.

"Yes, Agent Smith, I do."

"It's the prototype of the Eurocopter Tiger. Currently, it's on loan from the French Army. They're rushing to produce four more of the things. They want it because a survey of the combined arsenals of England and France showed that it's got the most resistance to Electromagnetic Pulses, which is what Muggles theorize magic is. Right now it's armed with a 30mm cannon, four 20mm machine guns, and four anti-air missiles. Its job is to engage any Death Eaters flying over London."

"Cool."

"Indeed, Mr. Potter now, let's get going."

They did indeed go. Having an escort work like, well, magic. The motorcade went flying down the A40 and made the 40 minute trip from Northolt to the Central Criminal Court at The Old Bailey in 30 minutes. Harry marveled at how smoothly the motorcade moved. As they approached traffic intersections, two of the motorcycles would leapfrog ahead to cutoff traffic allowing to motorcade to move right along. While they were moving, Harry was briefed on the current situation of Crown v. Dursley.

"Our special advisor to the UK Muggle Government thinks she's secured a sympathetic judge, the Recorder of London, or the most senior judge in The Old Bailey."

"That's good."

Harry was surprised when he found out exactly who the "Special Advisor" was. He saw her as he walked into the Grand Hall. Hermione Granger had her hair done up in a rather severe bun and was wearing a very serious pantsuit.

"Hermione?"

"Hello, Harry, how was France?"

"Um, busy, what are you doing here?"

"Apparently my name came up in some conversation between Minister Delacour and Prime Minister Major about trying to identify muggleborns, squibs and Magic-Aware Muggles in the Armed Forces. So far, we've managed to assemble quite a number, including an entire SAS team."

"Impressive. So tell me about this judge."

"The Right Honorable James Granger happens to be a Magic-Aware Muggle, and my grandfather."

"Oh."

By this point they had reached the courtroom. Tonks silently directed one of the DPG Agents and one of the French Aurors to stay outside and posted the other Agent and Auror inside by the doors to the courtroom. Harry, the girls, Tonks and Agent Smith all took seats on the prosecution's side of the courtroom. It was at this point that Harry looked over to the Dursleys, who had watched him and his entourage come in. Harry could see, beyond their sneering faces that they were afraid. There really was no good way out of this.

The Dursleys were sunk. The only question was how much?

One Super Fast Fanfiction Court Case Later

4:00 PM, The Same Day

A Courtroom

Central Criminal Court, The Old Bailey

London, United Kingdom

The Dursleys ended up having the book thrown at them, well at least as much as the Crown Prosecution Service's Guidelines for Sentencing would allow

Vernon, for his part, was found guilty of assault, child abuse, and threats to kill and sentenced to "indeterminate imprisonment for public protection" with a minimum sentence of fifteen and a half years in the prison of Wandsworth

Petunia played a Marital Coercion defense to some success, for her role in the abuse and neglect; she was sentenced to seven years at Holloway.

Dudley got the least sentence of all. As a juvenile, he was sentenced to three years at Feltham. This was mostly for his actions in the community than toward Harry.

While the prison sentences may not have been as high as Judge Granger would have liked to make them, he did have the power to send them to the worst prisons in London, power that he gleefully used.

Harry was pleased with the outcome, justice had been done (and worse for the Dursleys, the press would make sure that the local papers carried it, after all, Harry never intended to return to Surrey again). Further, the Dursleys would be out of his hair for the foreseeable future.

After watching the Dursleys get dragged away. Harry and the group said goodbye to Hermione and headed back to the Range Rovers. They drove through London, being escorted by the Special Escort Group until; suddenly, Tonks waved them off and killed the sirens on the Range Rovers.

"What's going on?"

"We're on route to the Headquarters of the British-French Joint Magical Counterterrorism Task Force. It's not like we want everyone to know where it is and we don't want to be followed."

Unbeknownst to them, they were being followed, by a number of soul sucking creatures, homing in on Harry's soul.

4:45 PM

Outside the Headquarters of the Joint Magical Counterterrorism Task Force

12 Grimmauld Place

London, United Kingdom

As the Range Rovers pulled into two parking spaces, the group got out and crossed the street. Agent Smith was about to hand everyone a sheet of paper when they felt a sudden, and to Tonks and Harry, familiar chill.

Everyone that had a wand drew one. Tonks quickly shoved Harry's wand back in his pocket.

It was then that they saw them; two dementors came around the corner. One flew straight for Harry, while the other one flew toward the closest available target, Fleur. Fleur panicked and dropped her wand before fainting. As the one started closing in Fleur's mouth, the other was rapidly approaching Harry, who couldn't get to his wand because Tonks had a death grip on his wrist.

Tonks and another of the French Aurors pointed their wands at the threat and shouted, "Expecto Patronum!"

A giant doe and a squirrel charged the dementors sending them flying away. After, they checked to make sure no muggles saw them. Thankfully, only an old lady walking her dog did. She was promptly obliviated and sent on her way. They stood down, but kept their wands out.

Meanwhile, Harry ran over to Fleur, who was starting to come around.

"Are you okay?"

"Oui, you saved me."

Harry looked over at Tonks, "It wasn't me, Fleur." Harry helped her up and supported her as they went over to the rest of the group.

Smith shoved a paper at everyone else. It read, "The Headquarters of the British-French Joint Magical Counterterrorism Task Force can be found at 12 Grimmauld Place, London." It was written in Albus Dumbledore's handwriting.

Harry was confused, "Wait, what."

Tonks turned to him, "Harry, think about what you just read."

Harry did, and by the time he got to "12" a building appeared in front of them, and they all headed inside.

A certain toad that bore a strange resemblance to a blueberry had no idea that Harry didn't fire a patronus. She was gleefully looking forward to the expulsion order and anxiously waiting for the order to come to snap the boy's wand.

AN: Please Review, thanks to those who have.

AN2: The Dursleys were punished in accordance with the Crown Prosecution Service's Guidelines for sentencing. The three prisons they were sent to received bad reports for staff conduct and conditions of living during this time.

AN3: The Queen's Flight, or the official flight transport service of the Queen was incorporated into the No. 32 Squadron in April, 1995