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Just a Spoonful of Sugar

Harry Potter was not having a good day. It had all started when his teacher had told everyone to write a letter filled with their fondest desires. Dudley had filled his list with chocolates and motorbikes, Harry had asked for a home where he wouldn't be beaten if he made a mistake when he cooked breakfast and a mother. The other children had laughed and the teacher had sent him home with a note asking for a teacher conference.

Vernon's face purpled when he read the teachers note and the vein on his forehead began to throb when he read Harry's letter. "So you don't like it here do you?" Vernon asked in a low dangerous voice, "think you're too good to live with the rest of us do you?"

"No uncle Vernon," Harry replied fearfully.

"Go to your cupboard," Vernon ordered. "I'll deal with you later."

"Yes uncle Vernon," Harry said meekly.

Vernon watched the little freak walk back to his cupboard and then turned his attention back to the letter in his hands. He couldn't beat the little freak, not when he'd been asked to meet with the bastard's teacher. The beating would have to wait and Vernon promised himself that when the time came he would make the experience something that the freak would never forget. The fat man tore up the letter and cast it into the fireplace.

The fragments of letter got caught in a thermal that carried them up from the flames and through the chimney. At the mouth of the chimney they were taken up by a gust of wind and to a woman reclining on a bank of clouds.

"What do we have here?" The woman asked herself as the fragments reformed themselves into a sheet of paper. The woman's face hardened as she began to read and it was set into a scowl when she finished. "Things can not be left as they are."

IIIIIIIIII

Hogwart's Headmaster was resting in his office, it had been seven years since he had left young Harry Potter at his relatives house and he was sparing a rare thought about the boy's safety.

"It'll be good for him," Albus mused to himself. "It wouldn't do to have someone so important be the product of an easy childhood. These years of difficulty will prepare him for the difficulties that he'll face in the future."

"Albus." Fig's face was in the fireplace and the old woman was frantic. "It's terrible, the wards have gone down."

"Step back," Dumbledore commanded. "I'm coming through."

Dumbledore was through the fireplace in an instant and he hit Mrs. Figg

sitting room at a dead run.

"What should we do Albus?" The old woman asked quickly.

"I think it would be best if I were to investigate things," Dumbledore suggested. "It could just be that I made an error when I put the wards up that caused them to collapse."

"You don't really believe that do you Albus?" The old woman asked with a sceptical frown.

"No," Albus replied honestly.

"Then be off with you," Arabella said sharply. "Every second could count."

"Right you are," Dumbledore said quickly. The old man hurried to the front door and made his way to the Dursley household. His heart sunk when he saw the shattered front door and he readied this wand to combat any menace that might appear.

"You," Petunia screamed. "This is all your doing."

"My doing?" Dumbledore asked quietly. "Where's Harry?"

"She took him," the angry woman replied. "One of your sort, one would think that a freak would have enough curtsy to keep the other freaks away."

"Who took him? Who is she?" Dumbledore demanded.

"Here," Petunia threw a note at the Headmaster. "She left this for you, she said that you'd be coming."

"What . . ."

"Now get out," Petunia demanded. "Out of my house."

"I . . ."

"Are you too stupid to understand simple English?" Petunia continued to rant, "get out of my house or I'll call the Police."

Reasoning that there was nothing more to be done, Albus left the house and opened the letter. As he read the letter, he felt a strange mix of sorrow and joy. Sorrow at the contents and joy that at least Harry was safe.

Albus,

I am very disappointed with you. You put young Harry with the worst sort of people and to compound that error you never took the time to check on him. He is with me now and he shall not be going back to that place. I know I taught you better then this.

-Mary

AN: Well, here's my submission to the new bet, if you don't know what I'm talking about go here groups dot yahoo dot com backslash group backslash HarryFellDownAWell frigging likes to kill addresses so let's see if that'll work. I am going to try to let this idea sit for a little while while I work on everything else but I would not be surprised if it held me hostage and forced me to write more of it to the detriment of my other fics. Tell me what you think and I hope everyone recognized the cross.