Severus and Remus walked towards the door, and neither was surprised, a cookie cutter house identical but for the house number, from its neighbours. Petunia always prided herself in being normal, anything but ordinary was an abomination, and this house suited her and her husband. Severus could not even imagine how Harry had lived here, even if Remus had not mentioned his suspicions, reminded of his own father. Not all muggles were bad, but many were bigots, scared of differences. He never understood how Albus could think Harry would be cared for here; he was not only Lily's son, but the image of everything these people hated.

They knocked on the door, not sure what to expect, not a very warm welcome that was for sure. Remus was expected, the couple had been notified he would be taking his godson for his birthday for the day, but not till tomorrow. He knew the fact it was almost dark out, would not help the matter, even if they were not seen.

They expected anger but when Petunia opened the door it was shock and fear across her face as she stuttered. "You're not to come till tomorrow."

Severus forced his way into the house. "I am here for my son, and I will take him when I choose. Where is he Petunia?"

If Petunia even registered the fact that the man called himself Harry's father, and not James, she showed no sign of it. The woman was shaking badly, and tears were down her cheeks, and some how they knew it was not the fear of their wands, which had done it. Severus roared his demand at her again.

Petunia pointed at the stairs. "First door on your left."

Remus saw she was moving to flee and he forced her into a chair and bound her with a spell. "Oh no you don't. We're not done with you yet."

The two men were filled with dread; the only sound came from the television, in the room next to the one they were told, the cousin they assumed. They found the locks open on the door, and watched in horror, at the site inside the room. Harry lay on the floor, they could see in ever growing pool of his own blood, and his Uncle was about to stomp down on his head, stopped though for he had heard them come into the room.

Vernon sneered at them and the fool actually demanded. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Severus used a spell to slam Vernon into the wall with the force of a train."What the hell am I doing here? Coming to save the life of MY SON."

His wife may not have heard the words but Vernon did, and any time before he could have jabbed at Lily, but he seemed to have enough self preservation not to. Remus bent down next to Harry, to see if he was alive, and noticed in horror, as he checked for a pulse, the owl next to him.

He looked up at Severus. "He is alive but barely. We need to get him to a healer."

Severus activated an old pendant. "I have sent word for Poppy to meet you at my house. Take him Remus."

Remus did not want to go, he wanted to rip them to shreds, but Harry needed care or he would die, and Severus had the right to punish them. Remus knew the pendant had been a way to summon Poppy during the war, when Severus had needed a healer, and she knew how to come in his wards. The woman may have worked for the school, but she was not only Severus' friend but a healer first. As he went to apparate with Harry, they both knew she would do her best by Harry.

Poppy had been able to floo from school and waited in Spinner's end and was sickeningly pale when she saw Harry. She had told Albus her own suspicions Harry was abused, from some old wounds, but he always brushed her off.

Remus told her what he knew as she went to work up in a bedroom on the second floor."Hedwig was dead next to him. Harry will be devastated."

Draco who had slipped their mind had appeared and been listening "Those muggles will wish for the kiss when Uncle Sev is done with them."

Of course Draco had been there when his Uncle found out, and he had been anxiously waiting for news, having not seen his Uncle since he went to the school. He and Potter may never have been friends, but he was rocked by what happened, and he knew they were basically cousins now.

Poppy looked up in sorrow. "I have done what I can, but even with potions he'll be in bed for a week or more. The poor child is honestly lucky to be alive."

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Severus looked around the room, no sign of any personal possessions, muggle or magic, for his son, but the cage. He noticed as Remus had, the dead form of the owl among the blood, and heart lurched, for Remus had told him his son's bond was closer then a normal familiar. Binding the man and sending a spell to retrieve the brat, he took the two whales down the stairs into the sitting room to Petunia, but was shocked in a new comer.

He sneered at Moody. "You won't stop me Alastor. You did not see my son, what these monsters have done to him."

Moody actually helped bind them along the wall. "Remus sent for me. He waned to make sure you did not break the law, remind you your son needs you."

Surprised Remus could act so fast, he knew Remus was right, for Albus was just looking at a way to get control of Harry back. Harry would be an adult tomorrow, but he was still a teen, and he could still be handled by a man like Albus if played right. Severus knew both he and his son were at risk from the man, after all of this.

Petunia was crying. "I never touched him, I never touched him. You can't hurt me."

Severus sneered at her. "You never touched him, but did you ever help him? Did you ever once protect my son?"

He went into her mind and he filled her with images he took from her husband, but instead of Harry, they were Dudley. She could hear the bones snap, could hear him scream and beg for mercy, and could see him lying in a puddle of his own blood.

He informed her. "Every time you close your eyes, waking or sleeping, you will see it, and sleeping, hear it. You will never have a moment's peace from it."

Vernon watched as Moody manoeuvred his son towards the stairs. "What the hell are you doing with my son?"

The cupboard, where they found Harry's things and removed them, had been Harry's prison, and now would be Dudley's. All summer and when he was not in school, he would be confined to the closet, a spell would ensure that. The stairs were spelled to make it sound like someone was stomping down them non stop. And if they tried to move, the spell was attached to them and not the house, though when Dudley was eighteen it would no longer work. But his dreams too would be plagued.

Vernon tried to look brave, but after watching what happened to his wife and son, he was waiting to be tortured to death. "Just do it then."

Severus wanted to, even with Moody there, but couldn't. "No. No easy way out for you. No quick death. You will suffer like my son did, long and hard."

Oh he would have the dreams like his wife and son but more. An arthritis spell was cast on every joint in his body, making it painful for him even to move, and since he scared his nephew into never telling, he cast a cat tongue charm, literally meaning the man would never speak again, or communicate through writing. Moody never stepped in, Severus had not tortured or used illegal curses, and if Albus ever learned, he could not use it, for Moody would do the paper work.

Moody put a hand on Severus and handed him the shrunken trunk. "Let me finish up here and cover the paper work. Your son is going to need you now."