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.

Molly knew why the walrus was asking. He was going to hurt Harry. She decided to say yes so she and Minerva could have time to teach him a lesson on hurting her honorary Weasley.

She also was not, despite what George and Fred would say, stupid. She was aware the 'cat' was Harry and was hoping Minerva would have enough sense to leave the boy be for now to build up a proper defense.

Once the family and Molly arrived at the train station, she looked around for Minerva.

She was standing beside the entrance, looking disheveled. Her face was tear struck and Molly was wondering how bad-off Harry would have to be for the usually strict professor to be in that state.

She pointed her out to Harry's blood relatives (She could never call them his family) and they walked over to her.

"Are you okay dear?" Petunia asked

"Yes, I'm just upset, I just got news my son has been diagnosed with cancer"

"Oh, I'm very sorry!"

"Do you mind if I speak to Mrs. Emory alone for a moment?"

"Of course, we'll be inside when you need us,"

Molly walked over to where Minerva was standing and watched as the monsters went inside before turning to her.

"What happened!?"

"Oh it was terrible! He was unconscious and there was blood everywhere!"

Molly paled. She didn't want to imagine and most definitely did not want Minerva to elaborate. "Was I right in thinking they are going to beat him tonight?" She asked.

Minerva nodded. "He told Harry it was for asking a question…"

Molly couldn't imagine being beaten for asking a question.

Minerva handed her a letter. There was blood and tears on it. She took it and read it over before turning back to the professor before her. "Should we go back now and get him to Poppy?" She asked through her tears.

Molly didn't want to imagine how bad Harry's situation had to be for him to write a goodbye note. She also didn't want to focus on where he was placing the blame. He was a wonderful boy and would never deserve what those monsters did to him.

Minerva shook her head, "I think we should barge in on them tonight and see what their explanation is," She said

Molly agreed and the two witches walked up to the horrible muggles, fake smiles on their faces.

That night around two in the morning the woman heard muffled moaning from the room with the locks. They exited their space quietly and looked to see Harry's aunt laughing quietly from the hall while her husband and son continuously whipped Harry.

Molly felt her motherly instincts want to react so badly, but she held them down and walked up to the horse instead, "Excuse me Mrs. Dursley, but what is happening?"

The monster's face drained of all color. "He… t-this boy… he b-broke in… so we are p-punishing him…" Petunia stammered

Minerva nodded. "So why is he chained to the bed of the room with all the locks?"

"And where is the cat?" Molly asked.

The lady looked around desperately. "The c-cat ran when the door was opened and we-we thought we would punish h-him in here so as to not dis-disturb you…"

Minerva nodded and took her wand out of her pocket. (She grabbed their wands before apparating to Kings Cross). The Dursley's eyes went, if possible, even wider and she screamed, "FREAKS!"

Minerva nodded, not even looking surprised by the lady's rude description of them, "Yes, and we suggest you tell your oaf of a husband and beast of a child unhand Harry before we kill all three of you," she said in a dangerous tone.

She didn't even need to say anything, at the guard's scream the two boys whipped around, eyes popping out of their heads.