[a/n-2]Slytherin66's #73 review has an idea, I think, about the Weasleys. Stay tuned. Likewise Mac's "Trust Snape" Magitech, a #72 review is addressed to you. First, we'll get back to 'evil Salazar'

[a/n-1]Retooh noted "…Fleur and Hermione take polyjuice to turn into Harry Potter decoys, his 17th birthday…" True, but that doesn't mean 3rd year Hermione knew it. Wouldve made a good twin prank if she still didn't until day of.

[a/n0]HandsOffMYWolfie Ron was likely still in shock, plus glad Ginny was alive. And maybe Hermione got to him offscreen.

[a/n]Guest asked "where both Hermione and Ron ignore Dumbledore about not telling Harry anything" Or visit him against Mollys demands? Preferably on the day the Dementors show up so Harry has multiple witnesses. Then again he could just not save his cousin."

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The Grimmauld Revolt

"Well, ain't she in a right snit?" Fred's eyes followed Hedwig's departing plumage as the owl went to join Buckbeak in the Black loft.

Hermione was nursing a small scratch to her cheek from Hedwig's claws and Ron might have a black eye compliments of a wing swat. Sirius was looking glum. There had been one scroll addressed to TRAITORS. It was a scathing indictment. And profane.

Yeah I'm talking to you!

A month with my sodding fat slob family. A fucking letter every other day wanting information. What've I got to show for it? Jack shit! Maybe Voldemort will get lucky and Petunia will serve me up as a snack for the two lard asses!

Take-a-Fucking-Guess-Who

"Lad has a way with words." Added George after scanning the missive.

Mrs. Weasley tsked "I shall be having words with him about his language. Nor shall you encourage him. Professor Dumbledore knows best!" She swatted at the eldest of her present sons, then glared at the empty space her hand passed through. "GEORGE WEASLEY! YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOWWW!"

"Hermione? Ron? A word please?" though his tone was little more than a whisper by comparison, Sirius had no difficulty making himself understood.

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Not quite a day later, Harry Potter sat miserable and dejected in Wisteria Royal Park. Owned and maintained by the crown. The somewhat worn swing groaned as the teen just kicked at stones. His reflexes were good enough to flash a hand to his wand, then not pull it when he saw who'd approached "Ron? Hermione? Eh, Padfoot, what're you doing here?"

"Come to apologize, mate." Said Ron shamefacedly "Shoulda wrote back." *woof*Hermione just hugged him, words lost in the embrace.

Sirius remained in dog form, insisting on staying right at his Godson's legs while the teens healed the breach and caught up on what they knew. He would bark to confirm a particular bit of the tale, but made no effort to censor information. Padfoot growled several times at the mention of either Ron's mother or the Headmaster, but it was as the trio was trying to decide on a course of action, Padfoot snarled angrily. The dog's teeth showed and its fur stood on end.

"Well well lookie we got here, mates." Another trio intruded on the friends, led by Harry's cousin "And bloody hell! What a hot piece-a-arse they gots."

Ron reflexively went for his wand, but was held back, complaining "C'mon Mione! Ya gotta lemme."

"Yeah go on let him." sneered Piers Polkiss "Freak and his friend'll be a warmup, then we has us some fun."

"Samattah Big D? No more ten-year-olds to beat?" Harry felt a need to prevent escalation of the situation, knowing his Godfather could feel a fist holding his tail, then the boy addressed his friend "Not worth it, Ron. Lardass is no better than Malfoy."

The effort backfired spectacularly, becoming a mele. Fists and feet flew, mixed with teeth and claws. Then it came to an abrupt stop even faster than it started as the combatants all felt the precipitous drop in temperature.

Had we been dealing with humans, it could be said the Dementors' blood was up. The dark creatures had been commanded to frighten only, though they could not be that tightly controlled. Sensing the presence of escaped prey snapped the threads of control.

"Nooooo!" Sirius collapsed in a whimper, he couldn't help himself. A decade of constant exposure, plus the not long ago very near soul-sucking was paralyzing.

Harry had to shove his cousin off, then desperately whip out his wand and scream "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" the spell started shoddy due to a split lip, but it coalesced and took form. Glowing vengeance blue-white Prongs charged the dark creatures. Some of the tattered clothes were left behind as the dementors fled. But it quickly became apparent the success was tainted. Malcolm Richards and Dudley stood near the old swingset with vapid expressions and vacant eyes.

"Oh shit." Ron summed up the situation eloquently.

Hermione was pulling a shaken Sirius to his feet, who was apologizing in shame "I am so sorry kids. Dementors, just impossible. Had ten years of them, too much."

"That's two you owe me, Godfather." Quipped Harry, in mock seriousness. Though it produced little laughter. "What'll we do now?"

Hermione shrugged but observed "Well, in no particular order, Harry you're looking at a Statute of Secrecy violation. And there's the other two muggle boys who might have seen your Patronus. I don't know how Dementor victims are handled, let alone muggle ones. Sirius, I don't think you should stay."

"Dudley might be a git, but even he doesn't deserve that." Ron eyed the pair with a mix of loathing and suspicion while addressing the animagus "She's right, you go back, let everyone there know. Don't know if they'll start acting like inferi, but we need to keep your name out of it."

Seeing him start to protest, Harry cut him off "They're right Sirius. All they'll do is call in another Dementor to finish you."

"I don't like leaving you to deal with this." He protested.

Harry sighed "I'll tell you all about it. Actually, I'd love you to send back Hedwig with any ideas you, Remus and the twins can think of. You four rule breakers put your heads together to - - - What's that?" He also breathed a sigh as his godfather disapparated.

"Ministry owl by the looks of it." Answered Ron "Seen a few for Dad. Least it's not got a purple sash. Don't want the IRB."

Harry didn't know enough to be worried about the feared tax bureau, just shrugged "Well let's see here. Bloody Hell!" and dropped the letter, so it spoke:

"Dear Mr Potter, the Ministry has received intelligence that at six twenty-three, this evening, you performed the Patronus Charm in the presence of a Muggle. As a clear violation of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, you are hereby expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hoping you are well, Mafalda Hopkirk. Improper Use of Magic Office."

Hermione glanced at her watch and scratched her temple, asking "Ronald, other than being smarter, is there anything else different about post-owls? Can they fly extraordinarily fast for instance?"

"No." answered Ron, who was still eyeing the soulless boys warily "Why?"

She turned to her other friend "Harry, how far are we from London?"

"Vernon works there, says it takes an 'hour of his life' Hates doing it." He answered, unclear as to why, but beginning to more understand the more obvious consequences.

And as use of the demon's name summons him, the Dursleys appeared at first merely angry. Complaining "How dare that old fool send shouting paper in our house!" but then it was panic and fury "MY PRECIOUS DUDDIKINS!" and "YOU PUT HIM RIGHT POTTER OR I'LL BREAK YOUR BLOODY NECK!"

"Petrificus Totalis!" Hermione drew, fired and holstered her wand before the bull of a man could run over his nephew. Petunia was blubbering and fussing over her unresponsive son. Then as though nothing happened finished her thought "I don't think it has been more than ten minutes since the attack. How does the Ministry even know what literally happened? Let alone have someone decide to expel. And I don't believe Professor Dumbledore would be that easy to convince."

Ron shook his head "Oh really? He's the one who decided we should ignore Harry."

"I see." Said the other boy, filing that away before addressing his aunt coolly "This might've gone better if your precious Dudders hadn't gone for my wand. But I'll do all I can to see what can be done."

Petunia glared at him "First you freaks stole my sister, now my son is …whatever this is! I don't care what that bearded old bastard's letter said! Never darken my door again!"

"Bearded? You mean Dumbledore? What did he say?" asked Harry.

She spat "Take it up with him, Potter! I owe you nothing! You just keep your word to my boy, you hear."

"Oh piss yourself Petunia." Harry cursed at her, but was distracted by several cracks.

Even as his apparation concluded, Dumbledore scolded "That is no way to speak to your Aunt, Harry. I am sure she is merely upset."

"I do my best to save her git son from getting his soul sucked!" Harry shouted back, uncaring of the Headmaster's authority, and continued "Risk my friends and godfather! All I get out of it is a fat lip! Or didn't you notice by the way I'm talking?"

A young woman in uniform complained "Watch that subject! And you canNOT speak to THE Professor that way!"

"Pink hair? That's different." Was Harry's only comment, then he waved her off, though he assumed she meant keep quiet about Sirius and resumed his attack "Care to explain WHY …Professor… my rotten relatives are getting owls from you! I'd really like an explanation. Been treating me like Dobby since before I can remember. I'm as sick of them as they are of me! I wouldn't go near THEIR bloody house again for all the gold in Gringotts!"

There was an odd twist in the headmaster's expression, and even after that faded he looked drained "What you've done …Harry… and you - Both have benefited."

"Yeah I got to be their Dobby from before I could walk." The teen sneered at his aunt and uncle.

Dumbledore whooshed out a sigh "Tying Lily's sacrifice to both your bloods had a very powerful protective quality."

"Harry Potter called for his Dobby!" an excited high-pitched voice exclaimed, simultaneous with a pop.

This was a shock to the magicals and a new item of stress for the Dursleys "Actually, I didn't Dobby. But it is great to see you."

"You're talking about blood wards, ain'cha sir?" Ron got into the conversation. He couldn't help smirking at the blank expression on his female friend's face "Feeling a little stronger, you said mate? That makes sense. Any wizard under one is powering it with his magic. Dad, or probably better Bill, would be able to tell how much."

Hermione looked most unhappy, but focused on the main issue "And by what I guess, that sounds on the dark side, Professor. I would say we need to get away from here. Mr and Mrs Dursley, I am sorry for your loss, I wish we could have done more. Dobby? Is it possible for you to take us to Sirius Black? I can't seem to remember where it is."

"Absolutely not! I forbid it!" Dumbledore flared, though he still was weakened.

The elf ignored him "But Miss Grangy! Blackest of blackys is He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's most favored."

"Do it if you can, my friend." Said Harry, encouragingly "He's my godfather and totally innocent."

Dobby squealed in delight and all four of them vanished without formal adieu or even needing physical contact.

"He just does not understand." Albus Dumbledore lamented the furious expression that was still visible briefly after his boy's departure. But, he had more immediate concerns as the last of any restraining spells on the Dursleys finally expired. Both grieving parents fell on him in fury.