the room sat in silence for a moment at his aunt's announcement.

" Excuse me, focuses on what?" the director asked hesitantly.

"nonmagical and magical emancipation." his aunt replied Tursley.

"Look," she says as she pulls out an old scroll of parchment handing it over.

"My nephew was forced unto us left on our doorstep in the dead of night with naught, but that not there as an explanation of events. do you understand my family never wanted him. I never wanted any of you wizard types around my son... not after her... my perfect sister, coming home every holiday with her pockets over flowing with frog Spawn and speaking of things I've never even heard of!" she takes a bit of a breath and continues " I didn't want him then amd after yesterday I don't want him around anymore not even a tolerance bringing home some freakish snake that apparently can KILL WITH ITS EYES! NO no more we, my husband and me have had enough...but." and she glances over at harry." the boy is still the son of my sister...who despite everything that happened between us I loved quite deeply and didn't get to spend near as much time with growing up because I wasn't graced with magical powers...so I won't just kick him out to the streets... I know...I've realized that the...that harry us some form of a celebrity in this world...and I know there's probably hundreds of families that would gladly take him in. But what he doesn't need is parental figures fawning all about him. that letter had that right at least... and I know that the potters are an old and rich family." Petunia once again glanced at harry who was staring at her in wraped attention."lily came home from the holidays several times spewing vitriol again that "nappy headed arragont rich prat" amongst other color descriptions." she had said with with a chuckle and a fond smile.

"at any rate i know that any regular family would ruin him and i know the potters are wealthy so his family wither has property or enough money to lease something while he's out on the summer hols." Aunt Petunia looked at harry and finally closed her mouth finished speaking.

"surely" the director said and looking at Mr. abbot "surely you don't intend to cast him out of his home for the events of yesterday?"

"Don't you understand!" she stood quickly and blamed the parchment down on the table. "I was told my sister my last remaining blood relative was DEAD by a damn note! like it was an old bit of news to be commented on like the weather! and then I went nearly 12 years with out another peep from this world aside from strangers coming up to harry and shaking his hand or that damn school letter debacle. I wasn't asked to take in my baby sisters child.

he was left on my doors step. and after yesterday that thing nearly killed my husband because he punished harry for shouting at him. No ill not have him in my house longer than necessary but I want to have in in a space he can care for him self. so if you please would you help him get some solicitors neither he nor I know how to navigate around this world and I believe this to be your departments job."

director macavoy sat in stunned silence for a minute before saying. "well your right yes I can help you of course ,here" she had scribbled out 3 solicitors that work with muggleborns on such matters.she turns slightly and looks at harry cooking an eye brow. to which harry simply nodded." I suppose you have an owl?" the director asks harry.

"yes, why?" he replied

I'm going to recomend contacting the one at the top of the list he is a muggle born lawyer that works on all kinds of cases for squibs and muggle borns the more ...conservative firms won't touch. his name is Ted Tonks, and he is the best lawyer I've seen in a while fantastic at manipulating the wizengamot with his words. your next step should be to head over to child welfare and get a file set up get a full diagnostic, which is equivalent to a physical and a checkup all in one. and this will need to done if you want to continue the boys health will be looked over my the wizengamot to make their decisions in any potentially hearing.

well Mrs. dursley it's been an enlightening morning, Mr. Potter good luck you may see your selves out I have another appointment coming in 10 minutes I need to prepare for."

the three others in the office stood and left shortly down the hallway Mr. Abbott said to petunia and harry "so shall I escort you two to the child walfare offices?"

"..yeeees please" said aunt petunia sounded very reticent about that particular business.

they continues walking and mr.abbott said rather sadly "I must apologize I feel I intruded in your meeting there, I invited my self along so you had at least one somewhat familiar face, as you don't seem particularly chuffed about having to be here.but you handled your self well and i forgot that macavoy is nothing like director bones of the dmle. elzy is a fine witch smart and fierce when necessary but also has the personality to make even the most timid person feel comfortable. she actually used to work with child welfare back in the 70s but...well the war there were alot of orphans and hurt children I think it soured her on it and she jumped to muggle liason."

yes, she had a good head on her shoulders reminded me of my sister honestly" Petunia replied casting her eyes down her voice trailing.

they continued through the halls and up two floor to a back corner set of offices all labeled :mcwo: magic child welfare office.

"welcome to "mcw" it's technically its own office but it's still considered a sub department of incidental magic where accidental magic reversal, child welfare, muggle worthy excuse, and of course the big one accidental magic and catastrophes are located. he explains jovial leading them into an office before calling out. "HELEN!, IVE GOT A RATHER SINSITIVE ONE FOR YOU!" He waited for a distant reply of "alright comin in a mo!"

"well thats me done ive got to get back to work ive got some people covering my desk nice meeting you harry! if you ever need help send us an owl.he then turned and left leaving them alone in this office.

Petunia stood there nervously when harry tugged on her shirt sleeve and pointed to a pair of rather tatty looking chairs and the two move to sit on them and wait.

it takes 10 minutes before a rather squat and heavy set ruddy faced woman appeared in bright red robes. harry had to hold back a luahh both at his aunts face and at the thought that the woman looked just like a maraschino cherry, right down to her shiny candy red lipstick. the woman must have seen petunia face and made a rather unlady like sound. "yes like my clothes? my brother's are hilarious they red a muggle book about some old king and the next thing I know everything I touch turns red. Saint mangos was able to alter the curse effects abit so its just things I intend to wear...unfortunately it also made the red brighter...BUT that's not important right now my name is Helen Ciliegia but you can just call me miss. Cili for now, now why don't you tell me what can I do for you?"

"well ..." Petunia slowly started. "this is harry potter" that made miss. cili sit up straighter. "after an... incident yesterday I was made aware of the existance of the magical government. and a Mr. Abbott told me about the liason office that helps non magical people and first generation witchs and wizards navigate the government. and it became clear that harry's "magical guardian" albus dumbledore has hidden every single facet of the magical world from not only us but harry him self.

We are here for two reasons: one being (I guess) rather important, and I don't think Harry has ever had a magical check-up or examination, nor any magical inoculations. The second reason is that I am seeking emancipation for him for a multitude of reasons, but the largest reason is that my family doesn't want the boy, and after that incident yesterday with his pet, we can't keep him; he's a danger to our son.

The woman narrowed her eyes. "Why seek emancipation at such a young age? He can't be more than 12. Why not seek a different foster family?"

Because no matter what I think of him and this "world," I do want what's best for him.

What's best for him isn't being around my husband, who can barely contain himself around the boy. So far, it's light slaps on the head, but as Harry grows and becomes a young man, there will be punches thrown from both sides, and I'd rather avoid that.

Also, I don't think another family in your world would be any better. I've seen random magical people on the street approach him and start fawning over him like he was the queen herself among them. They would turn his head, spoil him rotten, and ruin him just as assuredly as I've ruined my own son. She looks down sadly; she had come to that realization slowly throughout the year, with the school reports that were sent home.

"No, I believe being on his own recognizance is what's best. For better or worse, Harry hates attention; he hates being around sycophants. He can cook for himself and clean; he makes his bed with military proficiency without being asked. With minimal adult intervention, this young man will turn into a bright and strong adult. But if people take his head off his shoulders by fawning on him, he will be just as much a wastrel as every other vapid child star you see in the tabloids. Plus, I know the Potters. I met James and both his parents a few times before they all died. I know the family is extremely wealthy; he has the means and the desire to care for himself. And as I understand it, a friend or two that will keep his studies on track."

"That's why I want to emancipate him completely." Aside from that, it will get him out of that beardy old man's clutches. I've met Dumbledore once or twice, and he's up to no good. Rather you see it or not, he doesn't have Harry's best interests at heart.

"Well...then" blinked Miss Cilli. We can start by getting a health check done. Don't worry; I can do it here. It only takes a moment." She stood up and approached Harry and tapped him on the head with the tip of her wand. Then she tapped a long piece of parchment, a self-inking quill, and the quill spewed ink onto the page.

"

name: Harry James Potter

Age: 11 years 11 months

Health: No conditions

Status: No ailments

Magical power: 859

Special note: Several healed broken bones were found.

special note: slight malnutrition was found (no treatment needed)

Miss Cili looked up with a very serious look on her face. "Malnutrition?"

Petunia blushed, "Well, what did you expect? A baby shows up on your doorstep one morning and suddenly the price of everything doubles. Only, I don't work, and my husband, prior to three years ago, was paid on commission. We all made sacrifices at times; I always made sure to feed both the boys before myself or my husband. It's just..." Harry spoke up for the first time, "I've never been a big eater before I started at Hogwarts. That is, being at Hogwarts makes me hungry in a way no Muggle gym class ever has."

"Hmm, yes. Sometimes our bodies respond to magic in odd ways. I wonder if you were a calm child? No tantrums, no accidental bursts of magic?

"very few" Harry and Petunia said together.

"There was a time when Harry teleported himself to the roof of the school building. Before that," explained Harry. "One time when Harry was three, he called an entire ham to his plate. He's always had a soft spot for ham." The only thing he consistently eats is ham." She said, raising an eyebrow as if just realizing it.

"Then yes, it's more than likely that with such a huge amount of power in your core, you were sustained in a way that tricked your brain into thinking you didn't need much food. It's a common affliction among Muggle borns, so I just had to make sure."

"Well, Mr. Potter, if emancipation is what you want, there are several things working in your favor. The biggest one is that this isn't Muggle England; if it were, your request wouldn't be possible. But since this is the Ministry of Magic and we operate under different rules, it's not only possible but highly probable.

Your biggest favor is that you are Harry Potter, the scion of an ancient and noble house."

"What does that mean exactly?" Petunia asked, before Harry could.

"It means that Harry is the last direct descendant of a family that is older than the founding of the current Ministry. Being the Heir or Lord of an ancient and noble House comes with certain privileges in our society. That will be a great boon in this affair. Another boon is that the Potters are extremely wealthy, as you said, Petunia. It will be very easy to prove that you can care for yourself. Unfortunately, there's nothing you can do at this juncture. All legal inquiries must be submitted by a solicitor (I assume Mrs. MacAvoy provided you a list?)" Miss Cilli explained all this slowly and very matter-of-factly, so it wouldn't be misunderstood.

"This will still be difficult, but if done properly, given who you are, you'll be able to speak with the Wizengamot during their July or August sitting. Miss Cilli warned them."

"Now, why don't you two go out and enjoy the rest of this fine June day?"

With that, Petunia and Harry got up and made their exit. They walked along the corridors, only stopping and asking directions twice inside the Labyrinth of Rooms and Halls that was the Ministry of Magic. And back into the Grand Atrium whose centerpiece was a fantastic Fountain as they both approached the Fountain they saw a sign (All proceeds from the Fountain of Magical Brethren will be donated to St. Mungo's Hospital). Harry feeling around found his money bag and emptied it, 10 fat gold Galleons in his hand he offered some to his Aunt who guffawed at them with wide insane eyes. Harry seeing this laughed and smiling said, "I think the conversion rate is 50 pounds to a Galleon. At least that's what Hermione said." He rather unceremoniously chuckled the while so did Petunia. As they walked back to the lift, Petunia smiled cheerfully and asked, "Who's Hermione?"

At this Harry smiled and started explaining all about the girl people were already calling the brightest witch of the age as they got into the lift and left for the meeting point with uncle vernon and dudley.

it was much later that day that harry sat in his room his hogwarts things freed from the cupboard under the stairs. with headwig and his new familiar Smaragaid or Smara as she liked to be called. the ancient snake was a fascinating conversationalist and new many secrets of the founders having known each other them and not many new memories in the interim to delude her recollection.

harry sat at his desk watching the sun begin to set as henwrote a letter ofnintroduction and askingnfor an inperson apointment with ted tonksnat the mons earliest convenience and toncome to the dursleys house if it convient enough becuase geting aunt petunia into diagon alley would be trying in the extreme.

with that letter done he fold it up and the letter he wrote for Hermione, tied them to headwig and sent her on her way.

you know Smara "I think its going to be a very interesting summer."


You know I keep cranking these out I'm starting to enjoy my self.

maybe I should plan this story out and.write an outline for my self instead of just typing what ever is in my head and seeing where it takes me what do you guys think freeform or should I add some structure to my writing style.