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DISCLAIMER: HP belongs to JKR. My intellectual property is the storyline, all new characters, new character development, and new developments. Glorioux

A/n I will publish here the edited chapters for the meantime. I will publish some every week. I am writing my own fiction right now and will take some time to as well, but I cannot dedicate full time to it.i f you like it, let me hear from you

Chapter 20 RESCUED

At the evil-doers, aka Dursleys.

Not a good foster home.

The long Mercedes Sedan parked right in front of the house, not the type of automobile driven by a Family Services's employee. Jones came around running and opened Dr. Elly's door, and then the front door. Out the front door came a young man dressed in a pullover and a sports jacket. Jones put on his coat to hide his holster. He didn't know whether or not the ones in civilian clothes were armed.

He had a bad feeling, nothing good was waiting inside.

It was 10:46 A.M. So why was Mr. Dursley's car still there? Dr. Elly had said he was a tall, burly man, so Jones looked around to make sure he wasn't trying to make a getaway.

Remus had his wand in a holster under his linen waistcoat. Grant's beautiful sister was walking ahead of him. Woof, she was a lovely bird. She had talked about children, but he didn't smell a man on her.

Her bum was nice, hmm, tall, maybe 1,72 or so. Remus liked her pixie short curly blond hair, the spidery silver earrings, and the large silver wolf medallion; never mind, he also loved her large amber eyes and her pixie's face; she was beautiful. Yeah, he really, I really like her., Remus thought.

Lately, he liked all young females that he'd met, except Mimi. At this he smiled, he loved his pup. But back to his recent behavior, he was going crazy because every one of them smelled like possible mates, it was his brain misbehaving, 'No, not really, they were trial rounds because she is the one.' Moony sighed, talking in Remi's brain.

As they came closer to the house, his wolf senses came alive. Tonight was a full moon, and he was in a heightened sensorial state. He sniffed as they approached the door. James, or was it Lily? Wait, there was a sickly stink attached to the scent, oh, god it was little Harry; but was he sick? Something was off. The door opened.

"So it took you over a day? What do you need my dear girl? "The nasty burly man assessed Elly in a lecherous manner. The three men tensed at his attitude. She didn't waiver and stood calm and professional.

His wife, a thin sourly faced woman that looked a bit like Lily, came to the door. Remus had met her before, at the wedding, the nasty sow. She didn't show signs of recognition, which was good. A heavyweights set boy of five or six, he ought to weight close to six or maybe seven stone, also came to look. Ugh, the pup's a nasty boy, nothing to do with his weight, Moony asserted.

"Dudley, son, go to the car and wait. Father will be out in a minute to take you to school." Petunia ordered and continued to asses the group.

"But mother." The nasty child whined. Remus looked at him right on the eye; it took, but one of Moony's stares, and Dudley nearly peed on his pants. "Yes, mommy, I am going," and the spud ran away from the sow, to the car.

"Again, why are you here? Speak up now that my young son is away, nothing for his innocent ears, I am sure." Vernon prompted; his tone venomous.

Lukewarm bravado, they all thought.

"Why do you feel the need to bring an Army to intimidate respectable citizens?" Both Vernon and Petunia kept looking at the street, as if in waiting for someone to show up.

Earlier, Dumbledore had sent a note. He wrote that under no circumstances they were to release Harry to anyone. It had just arrived. Today was Dudley's pediatrician's appointment, and Vernon had stayed home for the morning. They had been at the surgery and just back. He was now taking him to school. When he arrived home, he found the message attached to the door and was hoping the man himself would show. With the way things were inside, he could not allow these people in.

"You seemed awfully nervous," Jones observed. The man was hiding something, Remus had the feeling they needed to get moving.

Vernon ignored him. "Mr. Dursley, Mr. Mosley has the order for us to inspect your home. Is properly signed, he is authorized to use whatever means necessary to enable me to conduct the inspection. Could you move aside?" Elly was done with asking, she was telling.

"I need to call –."

"No, you don't, if you don't move, you will be moved by force." Remus moved up front, he was the taller of all of them, followed by Jones. Both over 6' 3", Mosley was shorter and stocky, just a bit taller than Elly.

"If you cooperate, things will go easier. Again, where is the child, Harry Potter, born in July 1980, son of Mrs. Dursley's sister Lily and James Potter?" Elly asked again, as they came in looking around.

"Harry isn't here. I just did not think it was your business. He is away at my sister's home." Petunia interjected.

"Ah, is that so? Please show me to his room." Elly asked.

"I won't, you cannot come in." Vernon blocked the door.

Vernon was hoping for the old freak to show up at once. No such luck, at that time Dumbledore was at the Ministry.

Petunia backed up, and Vernon was faced with three very fit men coming toward them, and smartly, he moved aside.

Elly wanted to start upstairs, but Remus had detected the boy's scent coming from a small storage room, under the stairs. The one some families use along with the attic to store suitcases and things of the sort, a dark, deep cavernous cupboard. His heart stopped, had they killed the boy? No, he could hear shallow breathing.

"Miss Granger, would you look under the stairs? I think there is something there." Remus suggested.

Vernon and Petunia paled. Mosley could see their faces. "Yes, let's look."

"Err, You don't have the right to look but in the rooms. Let me see the letter," Vernon demanded.

The letter read: "All the living areas to include questionable areas." Vernon read aloud; "I say that area cannot be in question. You are probably thieves, we have valuables there."

"No, I think it is up to my judgment, so, let's see what you are hiding."

The storage's door was locked, "Please, the key, Elly stretched her hand, and the Dursley just shrugged their shoulders.

"I am not sure where is it," Vernon said with a huge smile of relief; he was breathing more at ease.

Mosley pulled a tool from his jacket pocket; he introduced one of the heads in the lock, jiggled a bit, a click sounded, and it opened farther.

Remus felt an icy hand right by his ear and heard a whisper, "Not there, in the large built-in cupboard at the end of the room."

Vernon praised himself for his excellent acting. As long as they wouldn't go further. Mosley started pulling items from the storage.

While everyone was busy, Remus walked to the old cupboard at the end of the room. He opened the door to the old storage, it was dark and stunk. He pulled the wand and cast a Lumox, which would not be enough to register at the MoM, and what he saw, made him want to kill the couple.

"Here, Mosley, Jones, someone stays with the Dursleys. We need a big blanket."

They all ran to the room, Remus was nearly growling with anger, he wanted to kill Vernon. But, no, it wouldn't serve any purpose.

In a tiny place, on top of an old mattress, a little boy was laying. He was very pale, his nose was bleeding, and his legs were bruised. He had done all his bodily functions on a corner of the room. Moony smelled death nearby.

He picked up the small boy who did not weight very much. The child was dressed in huge clothes and wore glasses put together with tape. He was very hot, and clammy, and stunk of urine, vomit, and illness.

"'Miss Granger, we have a medical healer waiting for him; please let Mr. Mosley take care of the situation, and you will come with us."

"Is it a licensed surgery?" She winked her eye to him. It had all been orchestrated; rescues like this had been done before. The state was not always the best thing for children taken away from abusive environments.

"Of course, you take him with Mr. Jones, on second thought, I need to stay around here, and I will be there in a while," Remus said.

"Mr. Mosley, I will take it from here, your car is around the corner, right?"

Mosley was glad to be away from here, it was one of the worse ones he had seen to date. He was always happy to be a part of these clandestine operations. They were done as special favors to people in places of power. People, who couldn't afford the scandals or other situations; granted this time was stranger than the others.

Before Mosley arrived at his car, he wondered what he was doing around there, and decided that he needed to go back to the office. He did not remember leaving his house this morning, strange.

Remus performed an Obliviate on the Dursleys, put a good block, and inserted a memory of them finding the cupboard open. They couldn't even remember Dr. Elly's visit the day before. Let Dumbledore ask them whatever when he came around.

Remus remembered about the son and went to check the parked car; in it, he saw the boy on the floor, probably hiding. Aha, he was a bully and was afraid they had come for him. Remus sneered. He inserted a memory of waiting for his parents, and nobody had come out.

Remus went into a shed behind the house and Apparated at the Granger's home to use the Floo.

Lucius and Serpens' collect broken wizards.

"Don't look back, and Malfoy, I don't like what you are doing. But, I like even less what has happened. I have fought for the light, and I don't understand what is going on. I just know isn't what I believe or can support. I will be following you closely. I have looked in the minds of the Lestrange brothers, and I still don't like them or their supremacist blood ideas. However, they are not guilty, they had Veritaserum as well." The one following told them.

"The Black witch has done some nasty things in her life, but this is one of the worst. It will be a while before I can have a good night's sleep after seeing their combined memories. If there is an evil witch, she is it, and I hope she is never out of Azkaban." The voice added, and Lucius waited for more, It came.

"Take them where we never see them again, if they ever fight against us, I will kill them myself. As for Sirius, I am ashamed. Take him and hide him well. I have copied the evidence for when he is ready to come forward again. As for Dumbledore, we the light, need to decide, it is none of your business. You owe us two lives. Go this address, here is a key. Take them far away and keep walking."

Serpens and Lucius kept walking. After a block or two, they looked back, and there was not anyone behind them. They Apparated at the given address, it was a small hotel at Knockturn Alley, and the key was to one of their rooms. On the bed, there were three grown-up men. The room stunk badly, of unwashed bodies, dried blood, feces, and urine, and sickness. They were all very ill and shaking. Lucius saw the bearded men.

He felt sick for what he saw. It just wasn't right. They would have to touch them. Good thing his Péperè also wore gloves. They stood to the side, and they Apparated to Malfoy Manor. No more than one or two words had been exchanged between the Malfoys, this was appalling. Lucius hated the Dark Mark more than ever. Damn Bella, damn the Dark Lord, damn Albus, damn them all, Lucius thought.

Arthur meets the Benevolent Tyrant.

Lucius had been right; Albus had invaded his mind as soon as he came in. Arthur was trying to control his anger and his disillusionment with his Molly.

"Sorry son, but I needed to make sure. You understand it, right?" Dumbledore asked with a benevolent voice and the old twinkle.

Arthur forced a smile, "I am not sure what are you talking about it. And what is the reason probing my mind?"

"Molly came to see me, she thought some silly. Let it go." Dumbledore sounded evasive.

"She came to see you, why and when?" Arthur's voice had an edge.

"She was concerned about your sudden fortune. Wives, she was silly, afraid that maybe you might have done something wrong." Dumbledore told him.

"The money, is that it? I didn't want to tell her the truth. I have invested some every year, and they have paid big. We should have a comfortable life. I didn't tell her how much, so it will last longer. I want to grow the funds." Arthur smiled with complicity coating his voice.

Albeit Dumbledore was no longer suspicious and he smiled, he would keep an eye on Arthur.

Women, they were silly at times. Now, for Harry's keeper; he needed to stop, the man thought Family Services wanted to see Harry.

He looked at the wall; it was nearly 11:15, time to go. He Apparated near the Dursley's home, and under an invisibility charm, came by the house. He would have Floo connected, this was not convenient. As he approached, he noticed the car still at the driveway. Hmm, something was off.

HEALING THE BROKEN

Arthur arrived home. He now understood that something had changed Dumbledore over time, a slow and gradual change. Maybe so many losses and fighting the dark for so long had taken a toll, and he no longer trusted anyone's judgment but his own. Arthur went over a case by case and turned them on his mind by enumerating them.

On Sirius case, Dumbledore had been a self-appointed judge, jury, and executioner, and he had been wrong. Sirius had been sent for life for killing his best friends and ten Muggles; and to find out the traitor was Wormtail, this alone made it clear that Albus was fallible.

Then to make it all worse, he had used blood wards and gave Harry, a Magical child, to his aunt who hated her sister Lily, the dead witch, and all that was magical. That made him irresponsible and hard to trust with the safety of children.

Albus had sent two Death Eaters, the Lestrange, who were also victims the same as their victims, to Azkaban. Why? Simply because he was angry over the Longbottoms, and was not able to consider their personal tragedy and their lack of free will thus condemning them to live in a terrible prison. Three young wizards, Sirius, Rabastan, and Rodolphus just a few years older.

Lastly, his worse fault, the fact that he wasn't adverse to use compulsion and natural greed to make spouses turn against one another. He had no aversion to destroying families for what he considered the greater good. Indeed, he had made himself a benevolent tyrant.

Arthur hated blood purists. He was good friends with the Prewett brothers and with many who had died in the conflict. He wanted to fight for them, but he wasn't willing to be blind to Albus' bad decisions and abuse of power.

He made a decision, two could play this game. Hopefully, Molly was still salvageable since he could never abandon his beloved children. He had turned into a spy for Lucius, and he would play his part from now on. He would fight for the right side, his.

"Arthur, Bill had a small problem at school, and I had to go in a hurry." Were Molly's first words when he arrived home, she was repeating Albus' words. Charlie listened with interest? What had happened to Bill and when? Mom had not said that she was going to see Bill. Why is mom lying? I am going to tell my daddy. He decided something was wrong as he had believed earlier. Or should he tell his dad? His father knew she was lying. What to do?

"You don't say? Yes, Albus mentioned your coming when he came by the Ministry to run errands." Arthur was boiling inside at her lie. Molly was speechless at the unexpected statement but played along.

"It is early, we can go out shopping, and then we can put the children early to bed." Molly wanted to play her love card not wanting further questioning.

Although Arthur was mad, he loved Molly and liked their physical relation too much to give it up. This was going to be a long battle. "Yes, let's do that." Molly smiled to herself; she had Arthur wrapped around her little finger.

Charlie saw the smirk on his father's face. Something was going on, and he was keeping his eyes open, and his ear close to the ground. His mother had lied, and his father knew it. He decided he had to to talk to Bill before he said anything to his father.

"Yes, Ronny, Mommy will buy the Quidditch jumper just like the one of the Zabini boy, and for you, little lady, that big dolly you wanted at the toy store," Molly told the excited little children. The twins and Charlie wanted new trainers, and Percy wanted a pair of dress shoes. Molly liked the money. She might not tell Albus more.