It was July 31st, and sunbeams were already seeping through the curtains of Harry's cabin. He woke up feeling energized until he heard a mad cackling in his room. Startled, he sat upright, only to find an elfish creature jumping on his bed.

"Harry Potter! Such an honour it is!" said Dobby in a high-pitched voice, arms wide open and eyes twinkling.

Harry remembered what Daphne had taught him about house elves "You're not one of my Elves," he said cautiously.

"Dobby sir, Dobby the house elf," answered the creature with a humble bow. "Not to be rude or anything, but what in Tartarus are you doing in my room?" Roaming around as if searching for the words, Dobby mumbled something about coming to tell him something difficult.

Harry smiled and gestured towards the chair near his bed. "Why don't you sit down?" he asked kindly.

Dobby let out a gasp and stared at the chair like it was made of gold. "S-sit down? S-sit- sit down!" he cried in disbelief before nervously settling into the seat.

Harry whispered urgently, "Dobby, ssh! TIPPY!" But Dobby only cried louder. In the sudden silence that followed, there was a loud crack, and Tippy, Harry's house elf, appeared in the middle of the room with a popping sound.

"Young Master Harry," said Tippy in his high-pitched voice. Harry glanced at Dobby who had fallen silent and looked nervous. He turned back to Tippy and asked in a low voice,

"Tippy, can you please calm this elf down and ask him why he is here in my mother's cabin? I don't know what his deal is and I don't want to offend him."

Dobby's shoulders shook with suppressed sobs as he sniffled and stared at Harry in awe. "Offend Dobby? Dobby has heard of your greatness, sir, but never has he been asked to sit down by a wizard, like an equal," Dobby said, his voice quivering.

Harry chuckled softly and replied, "You can't have met many decent wizards then."

"No, I haven't. That was an awful thing to say," said Dobby, he then bangs his head on the dresser drawer repeatedly "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

"Stop, Dobby! Dobby, shh! Dobby, please stop!" said Harry.

"Bad Dobby!" said Dobby still banging his head on the dresser.

"Dobby, stop! Please be quiet. Are you all right?" Asked Harry

"Dobby had to punish himself, sir," said Dobby as he pushed a stool closer to Harry, "Dobby almost spoke ill of his family, sir,"

Harry felt a pang of sympathy. "There's no need to punish yourself, Dobby. It's alright."

"But Dobby has to, sir," replied Dobby, his huge green eyes filling with tears. "Every time Dobby does something wrong or speaks ill of his family, he must punish himself."

Harry stared at the little elf, taken aback by the severity of the situation. "That's not fair, Dobby. Everyone should be free to express themselves, and you shouldn't have to hurt yourself."

Tippy cleared his throat, "If I may, Young Master Harry, house elves are bound by rules and traditions. But there is indeed a reason why Dobby is here. Dobby, please tell Master Harry."

Dobby gulped and spoke hesitantly, "Dobby came to warn Harry Potter, sir. There's something happening at Hogwarts. Something bad."

Harry leaned forward, his previous calm demeanour now replaced by concern. "What do you mean 'something bad'? What's happening at Hogwarts?"

"It's a secret, sir, something Dobby shouldn't speak of," said the trembling elf. "But Harry Potter should not go back this year."

Harry frowned, trying to understand the gravity of the situation. "Dobby, if it's that important, I need to know. My friends are there."

The little elf seemed torn. "Dobby can't say more, sir. But Harry Potter is in grave danger."

Harry sighed deeply, realizing that the new school year might bring more challenges than he had anticipated. He nodded at Tippy, "Thank you for helping, Tippy. Please ensure Dobby is okay and then send him back to wherever he came from."

Tippy bowed, "Of course, Young Master Harry."

Harry turned his attention back to Dobby, "Thank you for the warning, Dobby. And please, no more self-punishment, okay?"

Dobby nodded slowly, tears shimmering in his eyes, as he whispered, "Thank you, Harry Potter."

With another loud crack, both the house elves disappeared, leaving Harry with a sense of unease.

Harry stepped out of his cabin, the morning sun glinting off his messy black hair. He peered over to the Demeter Cabin, where Daphne was seated in front of the Garden wearing a black skirt and an orange Camp Half-Blood tee shirt, today she had blond hair that was shining in the sun. Before he could say anything, he heard the thunderous sound of hoofs echoing from down the path and quickly glanced to his left to see Chiron coming towards him on a galloping horse.

"Good morning, young Harry!" Chiron said with a nod.

"Morning, Chiron," Harry replied.

"You're needed in the Big House," Chiron continued. "Hurry now."

Harry followed Chiron in a trance-like state, his heart racing with anticipation as the big house slowly came into view. He sprinted towards the front porch and noticed Artemis standing there, her face glowing in the early morning moon. Without warning, Harry wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her neck as he breathed in her familiar scent.

"Mum, how are you?" His voice was muffled from the embrace.

"Good," she replied, planting a kiss atop his head before pulling away. "Harry, I need to take you somewhere, there you will meet Hecate, Apollo, Athena, and my mother Leto."

"Um, okay," Harry responded hesitantly.

"I will explain everything when we are there," Artemis said reassuringly as she firmly grasped his hand and pressed her index finger on his forehead. In an instant they were transported to Delos, Greece; their feet clambering over ancient ruins as they approached a temple nestled deep within the forest.

Harry and Artemis strode into the temple, Atalana, Sofia, Apollo, Athena, Hecate, and Leto stared intently at them from all sides. Artemis strode to the center of the room and gazed directly at Harry with solemn eyes.

"Hecate," she said in a deep voice. "What time is it in Surrey?"

"It is 11:05 a.m."

"Excellent, we have time," said Artemis. She then turned to Harry. "When I took you to your manor, I alluded to a plan to make the Dursleys pay. This plan involves everyone in this room right now."

Sofia and Atalanta stepped forward in unison and smiled at Harry. Sofia had shoulder-length blond hair and was wearing a blue dress while Atalanta had curly hair and wore a yellow dress. Sofa spoke first. "We brought you back to full health after your treatment from the Dursleys."

Hecate stepped forward and bowed her head slightly in greeting. She had green eyes and black hair, she was wearing a long black dress with intricate silver embroidery on the bodice. She spoke softly but firmly "Anything for the grandchild of Dorea, your grandmother and my daughter."

Artemis gestured to Apollo, who wore a white lab coat and blue patterned tie over his simple olive-green shirt. "Apollo, who takes time from his duties and occasionally works at the hospital in his role as a god of healing, under the alias Dr. Lester Papadopoulos," said Artemis.

"Hello, my dear nephew," said Apollo with a warm smile on his face.

Artemis turned her gaze towards Athena, who was wearing a navy suit, and had a long braid trailing down her back. "Athena, who occasionally works at the same hospital, as a social worker under her alias as Erica Itonia, she was the one who got the mortal police involved," said Artemis.

"And my mother, your Grandmother Leto, who wanted to be involved in this plan," continued Artemis, motioning to Leto who stood regally behind them in an ornate gold dress.

"The plan was simple," Artemis declared, her voice booming in the stuffy room. "We bring attention to how the Dursleys have treated you, then leak it to the media, and make a spectacle of it on an international scale."

Harry felt a chill as he heard the words, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

"Unfortunately," said Apollo, his tone low and grim, "today is day 5 of the trial, and you will need to be at the Surrey courthouse at 1 p.m."

He nodded silently.

"And by the way," Apollo continued, "for what it's worth, you've been a patient at Surrey Children's Hospital since your mother rescued you - mostly because mortals don't heal quite as quickly as you did."

Athena stepped forward with a firm nod. "Everyone here today may testify in the court hearing."

Apollo's hands lit up with a bright blue light as he spoke. "We are going to flash you over to Surrey Children's Hospital, then get you looking like a hospital patient," he said.

In a split second, the shimmering power of the light enveloped Harry and transported him to Apollo's office at Surrey Children's Hospital. His feet suddenly touched the ground beneath him, and he looked around in awe at the strange new environment.

Apollo's office was a unique blend of ancient Greek artifacts and modern medical equipment. On one wall, an ancient lyre hung next to a diploma in modern medicine. The desk was made of polished marble with golden trims, but atop it sat a computer monitor and various medical devices.

Artemis appeared next to Harry, her hand resting on his shoulder reassuringly. "We're going to make this right, Harry. Trust us."

Athena was already busy shuffling through some papers and making a few calls. "We've got an appointment for you with the lead counsel representing you at the trial. They will guide you on what to say and how to conduct yourself. Be strong."

Sofia and Atalanta brought forth a hospital gown and a wheelchair. Sofia said gently, "This is just for appearances, Harry. It'll make your testimony more compelling."

Atalanta added, "We've seen enough mortals to know how they react. This will work in your favour."

Leto stepped forward, her regal demeanour softening slightly as she looked at Harry. "You have the strength of the gods in your blood. Stay true to yourself, and everything will work out."

Harry, still trying to digest everything that was happening, nodded slowly. "Thank you. All of you."

Apollo, rolling up his sleeves and revealing tattoos of musical notes intertwined with medical symbols, approached Harry. "Sit back and relax. This will only take a moment." With a swift motion, Apollo waved his hand over Harry, and immediately his appearance transformed. His face took on the pallor of someone who had been ill, and his eyes carried the weight of trauma. It was a testament to Apollo's prowess and the magic at play.

Harry looked down at himself, feeling oddly vulnerable but also empowered. He had an army of gods and goddesses on his side, ready to fight for justice. And he was about to confront the people who had tormented him for so long.

Hecate whispered a spell, and suddenly, a locket appeared in Harry's hand. "This will protect you from any ill intent during the trial. Wear it close to your heart."

With the preparations complete, Athena announced, "It's time to go, Harry. Remember, you're not alone in this. We stand by you."

Hermione and her parents were seated in a dimly lit restaurant, the aroma of freshly made steaks wafting through the air. As they began to eat, the sound of a news report suddenly filled the room. "Today is the 5th day of the trial for Vernon and Petunia Dursley, over the child abuse case that has shocked Europe," said the Newscaster "The victim Harry Potter is expected to testify today in court as well as the team of medical professionals and social workers who are treating his case,"

A hush fell over the patrons in the restaurant as their conversations died away. Everyone was listening intently as the newscaster continued. "Yesterday questions were brought up in regard to Vernon's finances take a listen."

The prosecutor held up a thick stack of documents. "Mr. Dursley, is it true that you applied and were approved for financial assistance from the Department of Child Welfare on November 6th, 1981?"

Vernon shifted uncomfortably in his chair and cleared his throat before finally responding, "That is correct."

"According to DCW records," the prosecutor continued, "you received 40 pounds sterling in food assistance and an additional 525 pounds sterling in cash assistance - which is on top of the 1050 pound sterling per month you're receiving due to Mr. Potter's inheritance - none of which was claimed on your taxes."

"That is correct," said Vernon

"Please Mr. Dursley enlighten this court on how that money was used." said the prosecutor.

Vernon swallowed hard, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "Well, that money was intended for Harry's well-being," he began hesitantly, avoiding eye contact with anyone in the courtroom.

The prosecutor raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Potter's well-being, you say? Yet reports show he was made to sleep in a cupboard under the stairs, wear hand-me-downs from your son, and was barely fed. There are also accounts of physical and emotional abuse from not only you but your wife and son as well. Please explain how these funds contributed to his well-being?"

Hermione glanced at her parents, sensing their disgust. Her mother squeezed her hand, and her father whispered, "That poor boy."

Back at the trial, Vernon stammered, "The money was... um, used for household expenses... and, uh, Dudley's school trips, and..."

The prosecutor cut him off, "So, you're saying that you used the funds, which were clearly intended for Mr. Potter's welfare, for personal use and your son's leisure? Isn't it also true that your son was enrolled in a private school with tuition fees far exceeding the norm?"

Vernon, now pale and visibly shaking, nodded slowly, "Yes, that's correct."

"Mr. Dursley this court, has calculated that in the 128 months that Mr. Potter was under your care, you received 5120 pounds in food assistance, 134400 pounds from Mr. Potter's inheritance, and 67200 pounds in cash assistance from DCW, is that correct," said the prosecutor, flashing the calculated figures on a projector for everyone in the courtroom to see.

Vernon gulped audibly. "I... I believe so," he murmured, looking down at his shoes.

"That amounts to a total of £194,720 that you essentially misappropriated," the prosecutor stated with a stern expression. "And instead of using this sizable sum for the well-being of Harry, as it was intended, you deprived him of basic necessities and subjected him to years of mistreatment."

Whispers ran through the courtroom, and there were audible gasps from some spectators.

Hermione's father leaned in, whispering to her mother, "I can't even begin to fathom the audacity of these people."

Hermione herself felt a rush of anger and sadness. Having known Harry for years, she had heard snippets of his childhood, but the details that emerged during the trial were even more harrowing than she had imagined.

The prosecutor continued, "It's clear to everyone present that you not only mistreated a vulnerable child entrusted to your care but also fraudulently used the funds meant for him. This goes beyond neglect, Mr. Dursley. This is deliberate exploitation and abuse."

The judge, an older woman with stern features, interjected, "Mr. Dursley, you are here to answer for your heinous actions, both towards a minor and in regard to the misappropriation of funds. We will ensure that justice is served."

Apollo pulled a white van into the court parking lot and shifted it into park. Athena turned to Harry and Artemis, her face tense with worry. "Wait here," she said, "I'm going to get court security to escort us in."

Athena stepped out of the van, her posture tall and proud as she strode into the court. The air was full of murmurs and rustling from the massive crowd of reporters and people waiting outside. After a few minutes, Athena emerged again from the building, this time with an escort of a dozen or so court security officers.

Leto, Apollo, Sofia, and Atalanta all rushed to help her back to the van. Artemis and Athena expertly lifted Harry from the vehicle's seat and settled him in a wheelchair. With a few swift motions, they had it securely fastened.

Artemis, Leto, Apollo, Sofia, Atalanta, Hecate, and Athena each gave Harry a reassuring nod as he steeled himself to enter courtroom 6. He was here for day five of the trial of Vernon and Petunia Dursley.

A hush fell over the courtroom as the Court Security officer announced, "All rise for the Honorable Judge Bennings. Court is now in session, day 5 of Vernon Dursley and Petunia Dursley vs. England. Please be seated."

The prosecutor gestured to the witness stand. "The prosecution calls Mr. Harry Potter to the stand," he said sternly, a piercing glint in his eye.

Artemis jumped up from her chair, grabbing the handle on the back of Harry's wheelchair.

"Objection!" shouted the defence attorney, a large man with a bushy mustache and piercing blue eyes. On the other side of the courtroom, Harry noticed that Vernon was sitting next to Richard Mason - his best friend - in the defence chair. "I'm sure I heard the prosecution call Harry Potter to the stand, not Harry Potter and someone else," the lawyer argued. "He has two legs; he can walk."

Apollo rose from his seat too. "I would like that objection overruled," he stated, keeping his voice even and determined. The Judge Bennings leaned forward and narrowed her eyes. "And you are?" she asked Apollo.

"Your Honor, I am Dr. Lester Papadopoulos, I am the Lead Doctor for Harry Potter," he began, "my patient, Harry Potter, underwent double femur surgery and requires a wheelchair for mobility."

Judge Bennings' face softened briefly before she nodded her head in approval. "Objection overruled," she declared.

Artemis stepped forward to assist Harry from his spot in the back of the courtroom and led him down the aisle on his chair with care. He came to a stop at the witness stand, and Artemis gently patted his shoulder before taking her seat again.

"State your Full Name, date of birth, and Age," said the Prosecutor.

"My name is Harry James Potter, my date of birth is July 31st, 1980, and I am 11... I mean 12," said Harry.

The prosecutor adjusted her glasses as she spoke, "I would like to point out that Mr. Potter is still recovering from a traumatic ordeal." Her voice was soft yet firm as she looked around the courtroom. "Let's proceed with caution."

Harry's eyes flicked towards Artemis for a moment, and she gave an almost imperceptible nod.

"Mr. Potter, can you describe how was your living conditions, under Vernon and Petunia Dursley?" the Prosecutor asked in a measured voice.

"My bedroom was a boot cupboard underneath the stairs with no pillow, or blanket, just an old crib mattress that had springs sticking out," began Harry, "I didn't even know my name until my Letter for the school mum and Day enrolled me in arrived last year when I turned 11. I had to teach myself how to read and write from that tiny space. I never even stepped foot in school until I reached Hogwarts. All the chores around the house fell on me - cleaning, cooking food they wouldn't let me eat, mowing the lawn - and any time something happened I was the only one they blamed and was denied me food for days on end. not that they fed me much All I ever got was a stale piece of bread and a cup of water,"

Harry's voice broke at the last part, and a murmur of disbelief and shock travelled through the courtroom. The prosecutor waited for the room to quiet before continuing. "Mr. Potter, can you recall any incidents where you were physically harmed by the Dursleys?"

Taking a deep breath, Harry replied, "I've been hit with frying pans, locked in my cupboard for days without food or water, and was even thrown out of the house in the middle of winter without any warm clothes. I have scars on my back from when Uncle Vernon used his belt on me."

Whispers filled the room. Some spectators were crying silently, wiping away tears from their faces, and others looked at the Dursleys with anger and disgust.

The prosecutor continued, "Were there any witnesses or other individuals who were aware of the treatment you were subjected to?"

Harry hesitated for a moment, looking around the room, his gaze meeting that of Hecate, Athena, and Sofia, who all gave him supportive glances. "I don't think anyone really knew the extent of it. The neighbours just thought I was a troubled child. But there were a few times when Dudley's friends saw me being punished or heard about it and laughed."

"Thank you, Mr. Potter. Your bravery today is commendable," said the prosecutor with sincerity.

The defence attorney stood, preparing his line of questioning. "Mr. Potter, isn't it true that you often lied and exaggerated to get attention? That you often caused trouble and chaos for the Dursley family?"

Harry looked straight into the lawyer's eyes. "I've never lied about my treatment at the hands of the Dursleys. And any trouble I caused was a result of trying to survive in a home where I was constantly tormented and neglected."

The Defense Attorney continued, "Why did your Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon treat you so horribly when they were usually very hospitable to Dudley?"

Harry thought for a moment before he answered, his voice low and serious. "I think because I reminded them too much of my parents - the ones who had died when I was just an infant - and their deaths brought up painful memories for them."

The Defense Attorney nodded, seeming satisfied with Harry's answer. He then shifted gears and asked, "Can you explain why they wouldn't let you go to Hogwarts? Was it out of fear or something else?"

Harry shook his head. "No, it wasn't out of fear," he said firmly. "They wanted me to stay out of sight because they feared what would happen if people found out about me. It was more from shame than fear."

The court fell silent as everyone processed Harry's words. Finally, after a few moments, the Judge spoke up. "I think Mr. Potter has testified enough for a traumatized kid. And will ask that the next witness to be called,"

Artemis walked over to the wheelchair and grabbed the handles firmly, wheels squeaking against the polished marble floor. She guided him to her seat in the front row, her biceps rippling with effort as she pushed his chair.

"The Prosecution calls Dr. Sofia Delphic to the stand." The Prosecutor's voice was sharp and unwavering as he asked, "For the record state your full name, and Occupation,"

Sofia answered with a clear voice, "My full name is Sofia Ann Delphic; I am a doctor for the emergency room at Surrey Children's Hospital."

The prosecutor paused before continuing. "Can you describe the condition you found Mr. Potter in when he came to you?"

Sofia nodded gravely. "When I examined him, I had to place him under general anesthesia, to get an entire picture of his injuries. At first glance, I wasn't convinced it was an 11-year-old boy, but a 6 or 7-year-old boy, since the record said he was 11, I suspected abuse. When we removed his shirt, my suspicions were confirmed as I saw bruises all over his body. Without hesitation, I called Artemis Phaesporia, and she called a code orange."

"Can you let the court know what a code orange is," said the prosecutor.

"A code orange is a code for a child in an abusive environment, when it is called all visitors are kicked out of the hospital, all mail is screened and either destroyed or saved until the code is lifted, a second and third doctor either confirms or deactivates the code, and the social worker team is called in," said Sofia.

"Can you testify the injuries he had during your initial examination," said the Prosecutor.

"61 percent of his body was covered in scar tissue, each older than 9 months, his neck had markings of a hand of an adult male, his femurs felt weird and were later confirmed via X-ray to have had multiple healed fractures. He had a fresh broken rib, which was not older than a week. There were multiple contusions and abrasions on his torso, arms, and legs. His wrist showed signs of frequent restraints, possibly from being tied or chained. He also had signs of malnutrition and dehydration, suggesting that he was denied food and water regularly."

The room was silent for a moment, with many in the audience exchanging horrified looks. Whispers began to fill the room, only to be hushed by the stern gaze of the Judge.

The Prosecutor took a deep breath, the weight of the situation evident in his eyes. "Dr. Delphic, based on your expertise and examination, would you say these injuries are consistent with long-term and repeated abuse?"

"Yes," Sofia replied without hesitation. "The various stages of healing, the extent of scar tissue, and the variety of injuries all indicate a prolonged period of repeated abuse. The malnutrition and dehydration signs further emphasize the severity and duration of neglect."

"And in your professional opinion, what would be the possible long-term effects of such abuse on a child's physical and mental health?"

Sofia sighed heavily. "Physically, there could be lingering issues like chronic pain, difficulty in mobility due to scar tissues and healed fractures, and a weakened immune system due to malnutrition. Mentally, the effects are even more profound. A child subjected to such trauma could suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder, anxiety, depression, trust issues, and various other psychological problems. Early intervention and continuous support are crucial to help them recover."

The Prosecutor nodded. "Thank you, Dr. Delphic. No further questions."

The defence attorney, looking grim, stood up, preparing to cross-examine Dr. Delphic. But the audience's sympathy for Harry was palpable, making the attorney's job all the more difficult.

In the tense silence that followed, the defence attorney cleared his throat, trying to collect his thoughts. Every eye in the courtroom was on him, awaiting his response to the damning testimony given by Dr. Delphic.

"Dr. Delphic," he began, his voice carrying a forced casualness. "You mentioned the scars on Mr. Potter's body. Is it possible that some of these injuries might have been self-inflicted or the result of accidents, rather than abuse?"

Sofia raised an eyebrow, her expression stoic. "While it's possible for a child to have scars from accidents or play, the pattern, depth, and sheer number of scars on Mr. Potter's body are not consistent with typical childhood injuries. Furthermore, the presence of healed fractures, particularly in places like the femurs, is highly suggestive of non-accidental trauma."

The defence attorney shifted uncomfortably. "Were you present during the entirety of Mr. Potter's stay at the hospital?"

"No, I was not," Sofia replied. "But I was frequently updated about his condition, and I oversaw his medical care."

"So, you can't be certain about every interaction or every event that occurred while he was there?"

"I can't personally vouch for every minute, no," Sofia admitted. "But we have strict protocols in place, especially with a code orange activated. The staff is trained to handle such sensitive cases."

The attorney nodded, scribbling down notes. "One last question, Dr. Delphic. Could the neck markings you mentioned have been caused by something other than a hand? Perhaps a scarf or some other tight-fitting object?"

Sofia considered the question for a moment. "It's possible, but the markings were distinctly shaped like fingers and a thumb. It's improbable for it to be caused by anything other than a hand, especially given the other evidence of abuse."

The defence attorney paused, sensing that he was not making any headway. "Thank you, Dr. Delphic. No further questions."

The Prosecutor cleared her throat and called out, "The Prosecution calls Erica Itonia to the stand." Athena took off her glasses as she walked to the witness stand, feeling a bead of sweat forming on her forehead. She adjusted her navy blue suit before sitting down in the chair.

"For the record, state your full name and occupation," said the Prosecutor.

"I am Erica Pallas Itonia. I am the lead social worker at Surrey Children's Hospital for Harry James Potter," Athena responded confidently.

"Can you describe what was your role in the treatment of Mr. Potter? and why was the Police notified almost immediately?" asked the Prosecutor.

Athena took a moment to gather her thoughts, well aware of the gravity of her testimony. Every eye in the courtroom was on her, anticipating her response.

"Mr. Potter was admitted to Surrey Children's Hospital due to severe malnutrition and various signs of abuse. I was appointed to his case because of the severity and nature of his condition," she began, her voice steady but with an undertone of concern.

"As the lead social worker, my role was to assess his overall well-being, both physically and mentally. This involved coordinating with medical professionals, and mental health experts, and ensuring that Harry received the appropriate care and support he needed. Additionally, I was responsible for speaking with him, understanding his background, and finding out more about his living conditions and the people responsible for his care."

She took a deep breath before continuing, "Upon our initial evaluation and the preliminary findings, it was evident that Harry was not just suffering from neglect. The extent of his injuries and the psychological trauma he had experienced raised immediate concerns of ongoing abuse. Given the urgency and the nature of the situation, it was both our legal and moral obligation to inform the authorities."

The Prosecutor nodded. "Thank you, Ms. Itonia. Can you elaborate on the specific injuries or signs of abuse you observed?"

Athena hesitated for a fraction of a second as if recalling the painful details. "Mr. Potter had multiple bruises in varying stages of healing, indicating that this was not an isolated incident. He showed signs of malnutrition, with his weight significantly below what's expected for someone his age. Additionally, he was withdrawn, hesitant to speak, and displayed signs of emotional and psychological trauma. There were also older scars that suggested a history of repeated physical harm."

She paused again, her hands instinctively clenching on her lap as she continued to recount the grim details. "Furthermore, Harry exhibited signs of chronic neglect — poor hygiene, untreated injuries, and signs of developmental delays that were likely a result of the inadequate care and living conditions he was subjected to."

The courtroom remained eerily silent, with every person present absorbing the stark reality that was being painted before them. Athena noticed a few people in the gallery wiping away tears; the gravity of the young boy's situation becoming more tangible with each word she spoke.

"And were you able to speak with Harry regarding his experiences?" The Prosecutor's voice pulled her back into the moment, a gentle nudge to continue her testimony.

Athena nodded, her eyes glistening with the onset of tears. "Yes, I did. Harry was understandably reluctant to speak at first. It took several sessions for him to begin to trust me enough to open up about his experiences."

She paused, drawing in a deep breath to steady herself before continuing, her voice laden with emotion. "What he shared with me was heart-wrenching. The consistent pattern of abuse, the loneliness, the fear. It became clear that the person responsible for his guardianship had been perpetrating systemic abuse for an extended period."

She wiped a tear that had escaped, her voice faltering for a moment before she regained her composure. "Harry is a brave young boy, remarkably resilient given the horrifying circumstances he has endured. He expressed a desire to be free from that environment, to feel safe and to have a chance to live a normal life."

The Prosecutor stepped closer to the stand, his face reflecting the empathy and sadness that seemed to permeate the room. "Ms. Itonia, based on your professional assessment and your interactions with Harry, do you believe that he was subjected to ongoing abuse and neglect at the hands of his legal guardian?"

"Yes, I do," Athena replied firmly, her gaze unwavering as she met the Prosecutor's eyes. "The evidence is undeniable, both in Harry's physical condition and in his own testimony. It is clear that he has been the victim of prolonged, severe abuse and neglect."

She paused for a moment, her voice becoming even more resolute. "In my professional opinion, it is imperative that Harry is removed from that environment permanently and that he is provided with the resources and support he needs to heal and to build a new life. A life where he is loved, nurtured, and protected."

The Prosecutor nodded gravely, stepping back to his position. "Thank you, Ms. Itonia. No further questions."

The defense attorney Richard Mason, looking grim, stood up, preparing to cross-examine Ms. Itonia.

The courtroom was filled with palpable tension as Richard Mason approached the stand, his expression revealing a mix of determination and uncertainty. This was a challenging case, and defending Harry's legal guardian would be no easy feat given the testimony provided by Athena.

"Ms. Itonia," Mason began, his voice firm yet calculated, "you've been a social worker for how many years?"

"Fourteen years," Athena replied, her voice steady.

"And in those fourteen years, how many cases of child neglect and abuse have you handled?"

Athena pondered for a moment. "I've been involved in countless cases, each unique in its own way. I would estimate over two hundred."

Mason nodded, "A significant number. And of those cases, how many times have you been wrong in your assessment of a child's situation?"

Athena's eyebrows furrowed slightly, taken aback by the question. "It's hard to provide an exact number. However, our priority is always the child's safety. Sometimes it is better to be cautious, even if it means further evaluation is necessary."

Mason seemed satisfied with her response. "So, you would admit that sometimes you might jump to conclusions without concrete evidence?"

"I wouldn't say 'jump to conclusions'. We use evidence-based assessments, consult with other professionals, and use a multidisciplinary approach. However, our primary focus is always the well-being of the child. If there's even a hint of danger, we err on the side of caution."

Richard Mason shifted his stance, glancing briefly at his notes before meeting Athena's gaze. "Can you recall any specific instances where your initial assessment was proven incorrect upon further investigation?"

Athena hesitated. She understood the strategy Mason was using. "There have been instances where additional information has come to light, which required us to reevaluate our initial findings. No system is infallible. However, in this particular case with Harry, I am confident in our assessment."

Mason raised an eyebrow, his expression inscrutable. "Let's talk about Harry's physical condition. You mentioned scars. Can you definitively say these scars were the result of abuse and not from, let's say, accidents or other circumstances?"

Athena's jaw tightened, "The pattern and location of Harry's scars, combined with other physical and psychological indicators, point towards abuse. While I cannot say with 100% certainty how each scar was acquired, the overall picture is concerning."

"I see," Mason said, scribbling something down. "And Harry's testimony? Children can sometimes misinterpret events or be influenced by external factors. How can you be sure of the veracity of his claims?"

Athena took a deep breath. "Children can indeed be influenced, but Harry's descriptions were consistent over multiple sessions. His recollections were detailed and matched the physical evidence we observed. Additionally, his emotional responses were in line with those of a trauma victim."

Mason nodded, appearing deep in thought. "Thank you, Ms. Itonia. I appreciate your insights." He turned towards the judge, "No further questions, Your Honor."

The Prosecutor stepped forward, her voice carrying across the courtroom. "The prosecution calls forth Dr. Lester Papadopoulos to the stand."

Apollo rose from his chair and walked toward the witness stand, his shoes tapping against the wood floor. He glanced at the jury before taking his seat in the witness box.

"For the record state your full name and your occupation," said the Prosecutor.

"I am Lester Papadopoulos, I am the Chief Medical Doctor at Surrey Children's Hospital," Apollo replied, adjusting his glasses as he spoke. "I am the doctor in charge of Mr. Harry Potter's case."

"What was your role in the treatment of 11-year-old Mr. Potter?" asked the Prosecutor.

Apollo adjusted his glasses again as he began to explain. "My role in Harry's case was to provide medical care and assess Harry's physical condition, as well as any possible psychological trauma. I examined him for signs of abuse, documenting every instance of injury or scarring I found on his body."

The Prosecutor nodded in understanding before continuing her questioning. "Did you find any evidence that pointed towards abuse?"

Apollo paused briefly before replying, "Yes, there were several instances of physical and psychological evidence that suggested Harry had suffered from years of neglect and physical abuse. He had a variety of scars all over his body that indicated he had been hit with some kind of blunt object."

The Prosecutor seemed satisfied with Apollo's answer and turned to the jury. "Your Honor, I would like to enter this medical evidence into the record." She then looked back at Apollo, her expression serious. "Dr. Papadopoulos, did you ever find any past medical records for young Potter?"

Apollo shook his head, his expression a mix of sympathy and concern. "No, we did not find any past medical records for Harry. That was one of the major red flags for us. Given his age and the number of injuries, both old and new, it's alarming that there wasn't any record of prior medical treatment."

The Prosecutor raised an eyebrow, allowing the weight of Apollo's statement to sink in. "So, you are saying, Doctor, that despite the obvious signs of long-term abuse, no one had ever treated him medically?"

"That seems to be the case," Apollo replied. "The absence of medical records for such severe injuries indicates a deliberate attempt to hide the abuse or neglect."

A murmur ran through the courtroom. The Prosecutor allowed the room a moment to process the information before she continued. "And during your time treating Mr. Potter, did he ever speak of his guardians, the people responsible for him?"

Apollo hesitated, searching for the right words. "Yes, he mentioned them a few times. He spoke very little, but from what he shared, it was clear he lived in fear of his guardians. He mentioned being locked in a cupboard and not being fed regularly."

"In your medical opinion, could have Mr. Potter died if he continued to not receive medical treatment?" asked the Prosecutor.

"Yes," replied Apollo.

The Prosecutor's gaze hardened. "Thank you, Dr. Papadopoulos. Your testimony has shed light on the severe neglect and abuse Mr. Potter endured." Turning back to the judge, she added, "No Further Questions, Your Honor."

The Defence Attorney cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the court back to him. "Dr. Papadopoulos," he began, trying to maintain a calm and neutral tone. "Would you agree that the physical examination of a patient doesn't always tell the complete story?"

Apollo nodded, "Yes, physical examination provides valuable insights, but it doesn't always give the full context."

Richard Mason continued, "And would you also agree that scars could be the result of various accidents or incidents, not necessarily always from abuse?"

Apollo thought for a moment. "In general, yes, scars can be from various origins. But the type, location, and number of scars can provide indications as to their likely cause."

Mason leaned slightly forward, placing his hands on the witness stand. "Dr. Papadopoulos, isn't it possible that some of Mr. Potter's injuries could have resulted from his own misadventures or accidents rather than deliberate harm?"

Apollo replied, "While individual scars or injuries can be explained by accidents, the cumulative evidence of multiple injuries, the patterns of scars, and Harry's psychological state all pointed towards systematic abuse."

Mason took a moment to gather his thoughts, trying a different approach. "Did Mr. Potter explicitly say who caused these injuries? Can you confirm that it was the work of his guardians?"

Apollo paused, weighing his words carefully. "Harry did not explicitly identify his guardians as the ones causing the injuries. However, his fear of them and the details he shared about his living conditions strongly suggest that they played a role in his abuse."

The Defense Attorney sighed, "You have mentioned psychological trauma. Were you the one to conduct a psychological assessment on Mr. Potter?"

"No," Apollo replied. "I coordinated with a pediatric psychologist for that aspect."

Mason raised an eyebrow, "Then isn't it premature to rely on your opinion regarding his psychological state when you're not specialized in that field?"

Apollo maintained his calm, "While I did not conduct the psychological assessment, I worked closely with the psychologist and received regular updates. Moreover, any medical doctor can identify signs of trauma and distress in a child."

The Defense Attorney took a deep breath, realizing he might not be able to shake Dr. Papadopoulos' testimony. "Thank you, Dr. Papadopoulos," he said, retreating to his seat.

Amelia Bones walked into the restaurant in Cardiff, her square jaw set firmly and a determined glint in her blue eyes. She held a 12-year-old girl's hand tightly in her own, the girl sporting a long braid down her back. As they approached the hostess stand, Amelia spoke with determination.

"Hi, we'd like to be seated for two," she said, pushing her glasses up on the bridge of her nose."

The waiter offered a polite nod and a smile. "You can, but you'll have to wait 4 to 8 minutes," he replied. "Would you mind giving us your name?"

"Amelia Bones," she replied instantly.

"Thank you," the waiter said as he wrote down the name on his notepad.

Susan gasped, "Mummy Look" pointing at the television in disbelief. Amelia's jaw dropped open as she glared at the headline on the screen: "Harry Potter, Child Abuse Case, Shocks the Nation."

The reporter continued. "Right now, the court is in a short recess, as we await more testimony from the team who has treated Mr. Potter." Amelia shook her head and clenched her fists, muttering under her breath. "Dumbledore will pay for this. James was my brother, and he refused to tell me where my nephew Harry was, now this happened,"

The news anchor nodded before continuing. "Thanks Bob, now can you tell us why Harry was placed with that family in the first place?"

"Well yesterday in the trial when they were discussing the financial crimes that the Durleys had committed it was revealed, that the will of the late Lord James Potter had a system of Guardians he wanted his son to go to, top of that list was his twin sister Amelia Bones, and it also revelled in big bold letters that Mr. Potter was under no circumstance to go to the Dursley Family, so how he ended up there is anyone's guess," said Bob

Amelia felt a burning sensation in the pit of her stomach. All those years of wondering, all those times she had tried to reach out, only to be brushed off by the old headmaster. She had believed Dumbledore when he told her Harry was safe and well cared for. Now, she felt betrayed, not just by him but by the very system she trusted.

Susan, her daughter, looked at her with concern. "Mum, did you know about this?"

Amelia sighed, "I did not, but I trusted Dumbledore. He always said Harry was in a safe place and would be protected."

"But he lied to you, mummy. Harry's your nephew. He should have been with us."

Amelia gently held Susan's hand, her eyes glimmering with unshed tears. "I know, sweetheart. I will get to the bottom of this."

She grabbed her phone from her bag and dialled a number. "Moody? It's Amelia. We need to talk."

Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody's voice came over the line, gruff and wary as always. "Bones? What's the matter?"

"My Nephew, Harry Potter. Have you seen the news?" Amelia's voice wavered, the anger evident.

There was a brief silence, and she could imagine Moody searching for the right words, probably wishing he had told her himself. "I have. I've been looking into it, Amelia. You should've been informed earlier."

Amelia's eyes flashed with anger. "That's an understatement! Harry is family. Dumbledore kept him from me, and now this?"

"I suspected something was off when Dumbledore didn't bring you into the loop, considering you're family. I tried getting some answers, but the old man had ways of deflecting questions."

Amelia sighed deeply, attempting to steady herself. "I need answers, Moody. And I need them now. Whatever information you have on Harry and how this all transpired, I want it. All of it."

Moody's voice was grave. "There's a lot you don't know. It runs deep, Amelia. But you're right; you deserve to know. Meet me at the Leaky Cauldron in two hours."

"I'll be there," she replied, her determination renewed.

Susan squeezed her mother's hand, her young face a mask of worry. "Mum, we need to help Harry."

Amelia nodded, brushing a strand of hair behind Susan's ear. "We will, darling. We will."

Amelia and Susan Bones arrived at the Leaky Cauldron two hours later. The bar was bustling, but they managed to find an empty table in a corner with a privacy ward that was spellcast around it. Sitting at the table, they noticed the tall figure of Mad-Eye Moody at the far end of the bar, nursing a drink and scrutinizing them through his magical eye.

"Moody, so what is the status of Potter," asked Amelia.

Moody's face was grim as he spoke. "So, Last month, Dumbledore got word that the wards he had placed around the Dursleys were not recharging and concluded that Harry Potter was no longer at their residence. He decided to investigate and called an Order meeting shortly afterwards. I became suspicious and attended. He told us that Potter had been kidnapped and ordered us all to find him, but forbade us to tell you," he said.

Amelia's eyes widened in shock. "Then what happened?" she asked.

Moody's one eye glinted in the dimly lit room as he spoke, "I was the only one who discovered, that the Muggle Police placed him in protective custody. I let Dumbledore know but it seems nobody is willing to believe it. So, I've been monitoring muggle news and waiting until the court case has ended before I gave you this heads up." He finished with a grunt and a nod of his head.

Amelia furrowed her brow and nodded slowly. "You said wards weren't recharging because Harry wasn't there," she said, her voice tight with tension.

"That is correct," replied Moody, his magical eye scanning the room for any eavesdroppers.

Amelia continued, "Well, there's only one type of ward that would do that: a blood ward, which is highly illegal because it drains the mage's magic slowly turning him into a squib," She glanced up at Moody nervously, waiting for a response.

"Then Dumbledore has some dark plans for the boy," he said gruffly.

Clearing her throat, Amelia asked, "Can you tell me what happened each day of the trial? And how I can gain custody of my now 12-year-old nephew?"

Moody began relaying the information. "Day 1 was about Petunia's and Dudley's confession, Day 2 was about how his home life is not suitable for a child, Day 3 and 4 were about the accusations of them misusing his finances, and today is all about the medical side of their abuse."

Just then, the loud and unmistakable ring of a Nokia 1011 jolted Amelia out of her thoughts. She quickly snatched it off the table, cradled it in her hands and carefully answered.

"Hello," she said tentatively.

"Hi, my name is Artemis Phaesporia. I'm a social worker with the Department of Child Welfare, Child Protective Services. Is this Amelia Bones?" Artemis asked in a professional yet friendly tone.

"This is she," Amelia replied warily.

"Can you tell me about your relationship with Harry Potter?" Artemis continued.

"I'm his aunt," Amelia said confidently.

"Okay, before we release him into your custody, we will need to do a full inspection of your home, and finances, and interview every resident of your home who is older than 7 years old," Artemis informed her. "Do you consent to that?"

"I do," Amelia affirmed.

"Then what time would be good for me to come over? Keep in mind that it has to be after the trial is over – right now he's being released to the summer camp his mother paid for him to attend – so we have until August 10th to get his custody transferred to you," Artemis explained.

"I am available tomorrow," Amelia replied without hesitation.

"Also, don't worry about anything magical," Artemis added with a chuckle. "I attended Hogwarts myself and I'll be going alone."

"Okay, thank you," Amelia said gratefully.

Amelia's heart swelled with relief upon hearing Artemis's last statement. Dealing with the magical community had always been tricky, but knowing that the social worker was aware of their ways was reassuring.

Moody raised an eyebrow at her, noticing the change in her demeanour. "Everything alright?" he asked, once she'd ended the call.

She nodded. "It seems things might be looking up. Artemis is a former Hogwarts student, and she's handling Harry's case. It'll make things easier."

"That's a stroke of luck," Moody commented. "Having someone who understands the intricacies of our world will simplify things."

Amelia took a deep breath, her thoughts racing. She'd heard of blood wards, but the idea that Dumbledore would potentially harm Harry, a child, in such a way was deeply unsettling. She hoped that with Artemis's help, she could get to the bottom of everything and ensure Harry's safety.

She thought of the innocent and bruised face of her nephew. A face that had known too much pain and neglect in his short life. Her determination hardened. "I won't let anyone harm him again," she vowed silently.

Moody seemed to sense her renewed vigour and gave her a nod of approval. "We'll get to the bottom of this, Amelia," he said firmly.

She smiled slightly. "Thank you, Alastor. I'm glad to have you on our side."

The next day, Artemis arrived at Bones Manor and knocked on the door. Seconds later, Amelia opened it with a quizzical expression. She was much shorter than Artemis had remembered, and she eyed her suspiciously before speaking.

"Hi, I am Artemis Phaesporia. We talked on the phone yesterday. May I come in?" Her voice was gentle yet determined.

Amelia smiled warmly at Artemis. "You may. I'm Amelia Bones, and this is my daughter, Susan," she said, gesturing to the little girl beside her. Susan was a bit taller than Harry, and unlike Harry, her eyes were full of life.

"And Susan was born on August 1st," Artemis supplied,

"How do you know that?" Amelia asked cautiously.

Artemis stood tall, her eyes glowing with intensity as she spoke. "You should know who the only god with the title of Phaesporia is," She declared. "And to prove it I swear on the river Styx, that I am indeed Artemis Phaesporia, Goddess of the Moon, Hunt, among others!" Her voice echoed through the dark night accompanied by two thunderous claps that sent a wave of energy through the air. "Now since I am still alive let's get down to business," she continued.

"Yes, Milady," said Amelia.

Amelia and Susan led Artemis to a small, round tea table in the middle of the room. Amelia pulled out a chair for Artemis, while she and Susan seated themselves opposite her. Artemis cleared her throat before beginning to speak, her voice trembling only slightly.

"From 1960 to 1981, I was bound to a mortal shell with the name Lily Grace Fairchild," she said, "and that shell passed away on October 31st, 1981, due to Voldemort's wand. I am here to talk to you about my son. Harry Potter, why didn't you take him in?"

Amelia sighed in frustration, her long fingernails drumming against the arm of her chair. "Dumbledore refused to give him to me. He said he was living an extremely spoiled life with his Aunt Petunia."

Artemis slammed a large binder on the tea table, causing Amelia to jump. "These are the documents from Atalanta and Sofia, my personal doctors for my hunters each with over 3000 years of experience. They detail the results of his care by the Dursleys. Everything that has come out in the past 5 days of the trial of Vernon and Petunia. They were both found Guilty and sentenced to life in prison without parole."

"I will release him into your custody as you were James sister," said Artemis "But I am warning you, Amelia, if you ever fail him, if you ever let him feel unloved or unprotected, I will come for you. You remember what it was like when I was bound to a mortal shell, vulnerable and unable to fully wield my powers. That is not the case anymore. I have reclaimed my divinity, and I will not hesitate to use it to protect my son."

Artemis's voice reverberated with celestial authority, filling the room with a kind of force that made even the shadows tremble. Amelia swallowed hard, her gaze flicking from Artemis to the 12-year-old girl beside her, who was looking at the goddess with wide, fascinated eyes.

Artemis's voice was stern as she began to lay down the rules. Amelia stood in silent reverence, her eyes wide, taking in every word that Artemis spoke. "Now, Amelia a few rules, you and my son must follow," Artemis said firmly. "One, you must not separate Daphne Greengrass and Harry, they have a soul union, and no matter how hard you try, they will seek each other out subconsciously. Two he must go to camp half-blood from June 12 to July 30th at a minimum there is a floo connection. And three under no circumstances must anyone find out he is a son of a goddess. I just pulled Harry out of, an abusive situation and I will not put him in another." She paused and looked directly at Amelia before continuing. "Do agree to these rules?"

Amelia hesitated for just a moment, feeling the weight of Artemis's gaze on her. The responsibility of raising the son of a goddess was daunting, to say the least. But she couldn't forget the bond she once shared with Lily Grace Fairchild or the fact that Harry was family. She took a deep breath, and her voice was clear when she replied.

"Yes, Milady. I agree to these rules," Amelia declared.

"I am the very same Goddess from the Myths they very much underestimate my wrath, and trust me nothing has changed in the past millennia, so if you as much as harm a hair on his body or try to sperate him from Daphne, you will face my wrath in its entirety," Artemis warned, her eyes piercing deep into Amelia's soul.

Amelia gulped but nodded in understanding. "I will take care of Harry as if he were my own. You have my word," she promised, her voice unwavering.

Artemis softened slightly, her stern demeanour melting just a touch. "Good. Now, as long as you keep your word, you will find me to be a valuable ally. Fail, and you'll discover why I was feared by many."

Amelia nodded, glancing at Susan, who sat frozen, absorbing everything that had transpired. "We will do everything in our power to ensure Harry is safe, loved, and cared for. He will have a family with us," she affirmed.

Artemis sighed, her celestial presence ebbing slightly, revealing a hint of the motherly figure beneath. "He's been through so much, Amelia. All I want is for my son to have a chance at a normal life, away from the dangers of the world. Can you promise me that?"

Amelia nodded, her hand instinctively reaching out to touch Susan's. "I promise, Milady. Harry will be safe with us."

"Swear it, I need your unbreakable oath, Amelia. Swear it upon the river Styx," Artemis insisted, her eyes glinting with a hint of celestial power that urged Amelia to comply.

Without hesitation, Amelia stood up, her back straight and her expression resolute. She raised her hand, palm facing the setting moon that shone brightly outside the window. Her voice rang out clearly, echoing with a gravity that left no room for doubt.

"I, Amelia Bones, swear upon the river Styx that Harry Potter shall be safe in my care. He will be loved and protected as one of my own, a cherished member of our family. I vow to uphold the rules laid down by Artemis Phaesporia, to never harm him, to never separate him from Daphne Greengrass, and to facilitate his time at Camp Half-Blood as instructed. I swear to shield him from the dangers of the world, to the best of my abilities. May the river Styx be my witness and may its curse be upon me if I break this oath," Amelia vowed, a fierce determination burning in her eyes.

As she spoke, the room darkened, the moonlight intensifying to cast an ethereal glow upon Amelia. For a moment, a heavy, sacred silence settled over them, as if the universe itself was bearing witness to her oath. Then, with a distant sound of raging thunder echoing in their ears, the room returned to its normal state, the solemnity of the oath lingering in the air.

Artemis smiled a genuine, warm smile that lightened the heavy atmosphere. She stepped forward, reaching out to grasp Amelia's hand firmly in a handshake that sealed the agreement, a divine glow emanating from the contact.

"I believe you, Amelia Bones. I trust you to care for my son, to love him and protect him from the evils of this world. And remember, I will be watching, always ready to intervene if necessary. But I have faith in you," Artemis said, her voice filled with an odd mixture of celestial authority and maternal affection.

Amelia nodded, her hand squeezed firmly by Artemis. "You have my word, Milady. You can trust me," Amelia replied, her voice filled with conviction.

Susan, who had been silently witnessing the extraordinary event, finally found her voice. "We will be the best family for Harry, I promise," she said, her young voice firm and determined, echoing her mother's resolve.

Artemis turned to the young girl, her eyes softening as she knelt to be at eye level with Susan. "I know you will, Susan. And I believe Harry will find a wonderful sister in you," Artemis replied, her voice tender as she caressed Susan's cheek with a gentle hand.

With that, Artemis stood up gracefully, the ethereal glow that surrounded her becoming more pronounced. "Now, I must leave, but remember, I will always be watching over my son. Farewell, Amelia, Susan," she said, her figure starting to shimmer with a divine light.

"Farewell, Milady," Amelia replied, holding Susan close to her side. Together, they watched as Artemis transformed into a radiant figure, a celestial being of immense beauty and power before vanishing in a brilliant flash of moonlight, leaving a lingering sense of warmth and divine presence in the room.

A/N: this was the second half of the last chapter, and as you can see you can tell why I split it up.

There was a bit of foreshadowing towards the end I will let you spot it.

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