Harry Potter doesn't belong to me , but to JK Rowling. Harry Potter characters, settings, ect. are not my property. I'm only borrowing them!
Rated for mild language and child abuse. I don't condone the abuse of children (or anyone) but this is how I see the Dursleys.
Minerva already felt uneasy. She had no idea where Harry was and was appalled with the manners of the child Dursley already! He really had to be paid to show them to their rooms?
"Follow me, Ms. Amelia, your room is upstairs!"
"Why thank you young man, should Mrs. Emory follow us too?"
"Oh yeah…"
Minerva rolled her eyes as she followed the blond elephant. The Weasleys were not exaggerating, he really is stupid!
Dursley stopped in front of a door, "This door is the bathroom, the one next to it is my parents, then mine, and finally the one on the far right is yours."
Minerva nodded, "What about the room next to ours, the one with the five locks?" She asked, trying very hard not to look at Molly.
"Oh! That's… That's… Erm just a spare room. It has all the locks because… we have a dog and a cat and that's where the cat hides from the dog! That's why there's a cat flap…"
Minerva tried very hard to keep her composure. "May we look in there? I love cats!"
Molly nodded beside her and Minerva never wanted to use legilimency more than she did right now, but she must keep her cover.
"NO!" Dursley screamed. Molly jumped and Minerva's eyes widened.
"Sorry, but no the cat doesn't like other people…"
Minerva nodded, but she had a terrible feeling about that cat flap. She could smell blood but no other animals in the house.
Her and Molly entered their room and Dursley left. Minerva's mind was whirling and she wanted to throw up.
Molly's face was pale, "I think we found out where Harry is."
Minerva nodded, "You were right, but we need evidence of anything else going on before we get him. If they are beating or starving him we need proof."
Flashback-
"Minerva, I need your help…" Minerva turned around and saw Molly standing behind her. She raised her eyebrows, an indication to continue. "I was talking with Ron and the twins and they were saying they think Harry is in trouble."
Minerva was confused, "What makes you say that?"
Molly's eyes got glassy, "They flew a car to his house before Ron's second year because he wasn't responding to their letters and they… they found…"
Minerva was scared, she knew the Dursleys were not good people; she had tried to convince Albus of that but he was adamant they would love him like their own son… "Molly, what did they find?"
"He had bars on his window, they were starving him, and his door was locked."
Minerva's eyes widened, "He was always small and skinny for his age…"
"He would always try to do all the chores for us and was always apologizing…"
"He never asks questions in class…"
Molly started to cry, tears leaking out from her eyes, "I told Albus but he told me not to go and Harry is safest there."
Minerva wasn't surprised, "So we go without telling him. We can disguise ourselves and pretend we are moving here and need someplace to stay for a week. We can get evidence of the abuse, get the monsters arrested, and find Harry and his cousin a new home."
Molly nodded. She waved her wand and she grew taller with long brown hair. Minerva looked younger and her hair turned to a pale blond. The girls left the house and apparated to the Dursleys' home. Unfortunately there was nothing they could do about their voices, but if there was a problem Harry would likely be more likely to tell them if he knows who they are.
End of flashback-
Minerva tried hard not to cry, 'He is in my house… Why didn't I suspect anything?' She took a deep breath and turned into a cat. She was likely getting worked up over nothing.
Molly went downstairs to distract the Dursleys while Minvera went through the catflap on the door with all the locks.
What she saw made her lose her composure, Minerva cried for the first time since her husband died. Harry was unconscious, wearing only shorts, and had some sort of medal tying him to the bed.
She transformed back into a human to assess his injuries. He had a black eye, broken nose, leg, and ribs; and blood all over his torso and bedsheets. She turned him over lightly, trying to disturb him as little as possible. His back was worse. He had blood everywhere and when she put her finger to the wounds, she felt glass still lodged in his back.
Using a spare towel to wipe off some of the blood, Minerva threw up in a bucket on the foot of the bed. His back was littered with welts from a belt, bruises from a cane, whip lashes, cuts from glass, and knife carvings. She moved him back onto his frontside. It was more of the same as his back, just to a lesser extent. His left leg is where it was worst, 'freak' was carved into his leg, hard.
Minerva choked back a sob. She was going to kill Albus and those muggles. She knew Harry asked the headmaster to stay somewhere else, but she never knew the extent to his suffering.
Moving to the desk she saw a sheet of paper.
'Hogwarts professors,
If you read this I am likely dead. My uncle, aunt, and cousin have been abusing me for as long as I can remember. I am going to write notes here to people so consider these my last words.
Before I start listing, I want you to understand something: I deserve this. I told Cedric to get the cup with me; had I not done that he would still be alive. I am a burden on my relatives too. They are not bad people to everyone, just me. They treat Dudley so well because he deserves it; he's not the reason his parents are dead and his blood wasn't used to resurrect the Dark Lord.
Until I turned eleven, my bedroom was the cupboard under the stairs. They moved me here when my Hogwarts letter was addressed to 'the cupboard under the stairs'. I have been beaten for as long as I can remember; but this summer I deserve it for keeping my relatives up because of my nightmares of the graveyard. I keep waking up screaming every night; how else can they shut me up? I have always done all the cooking, cleaning, and chores of the household because that is all I was good for. If I didn't finish in time I was beaten; which, once again, was deserved because I was too slow. I have gotten so many scars in my life that I honestly don't know which one the wizarding world talks about anymore. I also thought my name was Freak, my uncle's favorite name for me, until I started school. This is because I was, and still am, a freak. I deserve this so please don't be too mad.
Now for the point of this letter; Please tell Professor Dumbledore I told him they were hurting me and I hope he rots in hell, despite how much it is deserved, I would have liked to live my life. Please tell Hermione and the Weasleys I appreciate everything they have done for me and not to take my death too hard. Tell Voldemort he must be terrible at being a dark lord if he tried to kill me four times and it only takes my uncle one summer. Tell Madam Pomfrey to start giving every student a mandatory health check to stop the same thing happening to other people who don't deserve it. And whoever found this if you are here of your own free will, thank you for caring enough to try to find me.
Harry Potter'
Minerva didn't know how long she sat there crying. She decided that she hates these muggles more than she does he-who-must-not-be-named. At least he didn't make Harry think he deserved what he received.
She had to think about some way to fix this. No one deserves to be abused. No one deserves to sleep in a cupboard when the house has four bedrooms.
Minerva stroked Harry's bloody hair muttering to him soothingly until she heard voices climbing the stairs.
"Where is Ms. Amelia at?"
"She's already at Kings Cross, why don't we go meet her there?"
"Alright. You go with Petunia and Dudley, I'll be out in a few minutes. I just have to check something."
"Alright"
Minerva hid inside the closet in cat form with Harry's letter right as the door opened. Vernon Dursley walked in and Minerva has never wished to have her wand as much as she did now (Molly had insisted they leave them behind).
Vernon Dursley raised his fist at the same moment as Harry awoke and Minerva could do nothing but watch.
