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Harry quickly realized what he had said and was shocked. He backed himself closer to the wall as Sirius came towards him.
"Harry…Harry….look at you…." Said Sirius as he came towards Harry slowly. Harry hit the back of the wall and panicked. He waved his wand but his magical reserves were very low and he could only get a few sparks out.
"You sir are under arrest!" said one of the authorities who looked at bit like one of Addie's people. May have been with such a small gene pool. Sirius was broken out of his amazed stupor and tried to run. He was caught with a chain around his ankles and he came crashing to the floor. He slid a few inches in the blood and began to scream. It looked like a horror movie.
"I got him Harry! I got the traitor!" screamed Sirius Black madly. He had done and now he had Harry back to. This was great, this was perfect. Harry was here and Wormtail was dead. With Wormtail's body he could free himself. After that he and Harry could live somewhere nice and he'd teach him to be a marauder with Remus. Remus…he's had to find him. He should have never doubted him.
"By order of the nation of Remordere you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent which I advise you to take. You will now be taken for holding in the palace of justice. If you do not have a barrister you may defend yourself." Said the authority as he prepare to take Sirius away in the prison transport carriage.
"What took you so long." Said Harry angrily. The authority looked at Harry for a moment and realized that this wasn't the Pettigrew heir. He was just some kid. Hmm…the name Harry Potter did ring a few bells. This was him! The boy who lived!
"You, you will be taken to the department of peacekeeper mages until we can sort this out." Said the authority as he grabbed Harry by the arm.
"Get your hands off me! Don't you know who I am?" said Harry as he tore his arm away
"Not a Pettigrew." Said the authority. More care was taken with Peter and Galatea. Peter was taken in an emergency medical carriage to be patched up. Harry was put in next to Sirius Black and was forced to listen to his demented ramblings the entire ride there. This was a magical horseless carriage which moved fast but not too fast. It took half an hour to deposit them at the Palace of Justice. Harry was put into a holding area and Sirius was put into an actual cell.
"I got him! I got him!" yelled Sirius madly. He just needed to get one of these flunkies to listen to him and then he was free.
"We get it!" yelled Harry in annoyance. Harry took off his glasses and put his head down. When had it come to this? One minute he was a beloved pseudo son and now he was a common criminal. He felt his bottomless pocket and found quite a bit of money there. Galleons and paper notes. He wondered if eh could make his way to Gringott's, change his money for muggle money, arrange passage to India, and then hide out with which ever relatives were there until everything blew over. Wait…they weren't his relatives. He was alone. He drew his knees up to his chest and prayed for forgiveness for every impure thought he had towards Galatea, every fight he had with Portia and Persephone, and every bad thought he had towards Peter and Addie. He didn't know how long he sat like that but he was broken from his thoughts.
Albus Dumbledore was having a pleasant night. He had finished a staff meeting and was sitting down to a nice glass of hot chocolate when letter arrived for him. The strange thing was it didn't come by owl, it flew through the closed window breaking the glass. Hogwarts was largely unplottable so how did this get there. When he looked at the seal he knew that it was important. He tore the seal and began to read. He dropped his hot chocolate onto the velvet rug and rushed to his fireplace. Harry Potter had been found.
"I can, can-can. Oh yes I can-can can." Sang Portia as she danced through the streets. She was drunk plain and simple. Absinthe as it were was quiet alcoholic and wizarding absinthe was dangerously alcoholic. She was happy though, morphs were fun and several of them worked at the Diamond Dog. She could even experience their…charms…first hand. She hailed a carriage and fell in becoming a tangled heap in her dress. She laughed out her address before ruining the interior of the carriage. She stumbled up her steps and threw her coat onto the ground. She didn't notice the pandemonium around her as she made her way to her room and collapsed into her bed.
"Bertie Bott Pettigrew." Said Addie as she held her newborn son. He was much too small and his coloring was wrong. He just wasn't healthy. His birth came without the usual gathering of female relatives and Paulette could barely get him out safely. This was one of the worst days of her life. Bertie had come too fast and too young even with the aid of magic. She urgently waited for news of Peter's condition. Curse that knife he carried with him in case he was ever disarmed. Curse Sirius Black! She would have gone and done…something…but she was weak. She had taken blood replenishing potion but she was still weak. In the span of a day her family was splintered and broken.
Galatea Black met with her barristers. Sirius Black was very much alive and could take back headship of the house of Black. She couldn't let that happen. Curse him for not marrying her mother! They were making it nearly impossible for Sirius of use any of his power or wealth. He was going to need to depend on Galatea for everything which didn't exactly make her happy. How had this happened? Everything was wrong. Her life was almost perfect but now it had gone sour. Oh well, when life gives you sour milk make smelly cheese. The milk in this was that she knew what she was going to do with her life now. Investing the Black family fortune was one thing but if she could somehow join the government, become a battle mage or a researcher maybe, and climb her way up. She could make a name for herself and leave a legacy to her children.
Peter was in stasis. He was healing but he had lost a lot of blood and his lungs were punctured in various places. He sat there in a dreamless sleep unaware of what was transpiring around him.
"Harry Potter?" asked Dumbledore as came to the holding room where a well dressed young man was sitting the fetal position.
"What?" asked Harry not caring who it was. He looked familiar but Harry had other things on his mind besides who this old man with no fashion sense was.
"Amazing." Muttered Dumbledore. His scar now clearly visible gave him away. Even without it he would haven't looked that different from the blond haired blue eyed Pettigrew heir. He had been hiding in plain sight all that time just like Sirius. Sirius. He should have alerted someone when he had discovered him in his dog form at the Weasley house. He was one of the few people who knew about Sirius' animagus form.
"What do you want?" asked Harry not caring for politeness. He just wanted to close his eyes and pretend he was home. Still, where had he seen this man before.
"We've been looking for you for quite a while, my boy." Said Dumbledore. It was then that it hit Harry.
"Headmaster Dumbledore?" asked Harry timidly. Now he knew he was in trouble. For the Headmaster to bring himself away from his school and his duties to the Wizengamot. Harry debated running.
"Don't worry, I'm not here to harm you." Said Dumbledore as he sat down next to Harry. Harry's eyes darted towards the door but it was charmed to only open for the guard outside. It was better than a prison cell, those didn't open from the inside period.
"I want to go home." Said Harry bitterly. He glared at the purple of this man's robes and tried to go back to that place in his head where everything was perfect.
"I'm going to take you home to you aunt and uncle." Said Dumbledore. He needed to stay with the Dursley's until a suitable magical guardian could be found. He would have kept the boy at Hogwarts but by sending Harry to his aunt and uncle he could curb the wave of anti-muggle sentiment. He didn't want to but things were getting rather bad.
"Margaretta and Templeton Pettigrew, in India or maybe Africa. Galatea and Persephone would know considering their her children." Said Harry simply but hollowly
"No, the Dursley's. They're your family Harry." Said Dumbledore. Harry turned to look and Dumbledore and reached for his emergency wand. Dumbledore saw this coming and disarmed him wondering how they had missed something as serious as a wand in a bottomless pocket.
"They abandoned me! Left me for dead and now you want me to go back to them?" said Harry. If he had magical reserves at normal levels he might have been able to at least wandlessly levitate something at Dumbledore. If he tried really hard that is.
"They are the only family you have. And their blood will protect you." Said Dumbledore trying to appear grandfatherly. Harry would have to see reason.
"From what? And how will it protect me better than the wards at the Pettigrew manor?" asked Harry crossly. Dumbledore sighed. Harry was may have looked like his father but he had his mother's willfulness.
"I trust you know that you defeated the Darklord when you were a baby. He may not be dead and his followers will be looking for you for revenge." Said Dumbledore. Harry looked at Dumbledore like he had just sprouted another head.
"One, I've lived here most of my life and the worst thing that happened was the fiasco at your school. Two, why not just make everyone take veritaserum or something and lock up all of these so called followers?" said Harry. Dumbledore shook his head sadly.
"It's not that simple." Said Dumbledore. Harry began to pull at the door hoping that he could force it opened. Of course, he couldn't. in fact, he looked rather comical trying.
"I want to go home! It's just that simple! You go and deal with your adult problems in your backwards ministry world while I live out my life here where my biggest problem is dealing my-my attractive cousin!" screamed Harry. Dumbledore shook his head and then wordlessly put Harry to sleep. Harry sat slumped on the floor and Dumbledore arranged for Transport for Harry. Harry Potter was going home.
Ron Wealsey was in shock. He sat in the Our Lady Charity hospital with his family all around him. Everyone but Ginny seemed to be worried. Ginny looked like something was sucking the life from her. She had been strange last year when she had the evil diary as she took to calling it. At one point it had been her friend and confidant but then she started acting strangely and loosing large chunks of time. It went on until something killed all of the school roosters and petrified a cat. After that the school had been on high alert until Luna Lovegood, saying something about wackspurts being afraid of chickens, bought two chickens and a rooster as a Christmas present for Hagrid. Hagrid had taken a liking to the rooster saying that it had some sort of magical property and took it with him when he entered the building. She stopped loosing time after that and Tom had stopped talking to her nicely and started insulting her and her friends. Soon she decided to hid the diary at the bottom of her trunk and moved her trunk far away from her bed and kept all the essentials under her bed. She had wrote in the diary to see if a little alone time had taught it a lesson but it was even meaner than before. After losing another chunk of time she had buried the diary behind her shed and went on the vacation.
"Oh Ron!" sobbed Molly. She didn't understand all of this medical jargon but seeing Ron on the strange moving bed with a mechanical device putting some sort of potion directly into his blood. Arthur Weasley blamed himself for this. He should have gone with the original plan and gone to Romania to visit Charlie.
Harry came to the next day. His wands were gone, his things were packed, and he was coming into port. He was groggy and didn't notice that he was sitting in a wheeled chair or leaving the boat. He was still trying to figure out what had happened. He was angry with that old codger Dumbledore and then he went to sleep. It might have been a potion but it seemed like a spell. It made sense; spells put on living things eventually had to run out. Either that or Dumbledore had woken him. He tried to get up and found that he was stuck. He couldn't talk either. At least he didn't have to use the bathroom. He could hear Dumbledore asking why he had to be restrained and suspected that this was a discussion that had been going on for a while. Harry suspected that maybe the various authorities just didn't like him. The Pettigrew family was respected but not well liked and he knew he was no picnic on the beach either. Soon he felt a hook dig into his navel and jerk him forward. He seemed to go spinning through time and space its self. He rather preferred the phoenix gate to this.
Petunia Durlsey was using her time alone to catch up on her cleaning. Vernon was at work, Dudley was with his friends, and the freaks weren't bothering them for once. At first things had been good since she got rid of perfect Lily's freaky little brat but now it seemed like every other week another freak was asking about him. It used to be every day. What did they want? He wasn't there and she didn't know where he was. They could have checked public care for records of him or even the morgue as she suspected he was dead. She had never been asked if she had wanted him in the first place. He had just been left on her front step like a bottle of milk. She was thrown from her musing when she heard a large crack followed by her living room being filled with people. She saw the freak sitting there in a wheel chair before it was banished. Papers were given for her to sign and a pen was thrust into her hand. She began to protest but the pen moved on its own accord. She had vague feelings of gladness that they had stopped using those ridiculous quills before they all left. Harry looked at the aunt he hadn't seen in years before reaching into his pocket and giving her a large number of galleons.
"This is ten thousand pounds approximately. If anyone asks I live here." Said Harry popping his stiff joints. Petunia started in horror and he shrugged his shoulders and left the money there. It was part of a vague sort of running away plan and it involved a lot of money. He was planning on running away to another country but now he was running away home. He went out the door after shrinking the things that had been packed for him and decided to find a wizarding district nearby. One way or another he was coming home. Petunia looked at the front door and then the money and promptly fainted. Later when Dudley came home he attributed it to the strong cleaners she was using and called emergency services. Aside from the gold coins on the table it seemed as if Harry Potter had never been there.