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.

Despite the early hour, Amelia Bones was sitting in her office trying not to fall asleep as she read over Minister Fudge's latest speech. He really was an idiot, thank god Susan was under the care of Professor Dumbledore during the school year.

Just then Amelia received a patronus in Molly Weasley's voice, "C-Come to number 4 P-Privet Drive. We w-will explain when you get here. No o-one is dead but we have a situation re-regarding Harry P-Potter."

Amelia sat up, all her previous fatigue gone. Molly sounded distraught and she was very interested in young Mr. Potter.

Upon her entrance, Amelia noticed two things; the door was open and there were three voices talking from upstairs.

Wand at the ready, Amelia climbed the steps. Sitting against the wall was Molly Weasley; Poppy Pomphrey was sitting on a desk chair, looking exhausted, and Minerva McGonagall was standing next to a bed with blood red bedspreads stroking something black.

She cleared her throat to announce her entrance and the three witches looked at her, all their eyes glassy.

"What has happened here?" She asked

Molly burst into tears again and Minerva turned back to the bed. Amelia followed her over and saw what: A bloody and bruised Harry Potter was lying unconscious on a bed with, not red, but naturally white sheets.

Amelia felt her jaw drop, "What happened?" she demanded

Without saying a word, Poppy pointed to three bodies, presumably Mr. Potter's relatives.

Amelia blinked, "Child abuse I presume?"

All three nodded and Amelia sat on the edge of the bed.

After a few minutes of wondering how this could have happened another thought struck her, "How did you find out, did he tell you?"

Molly shook her head and explained, "Me an-and Minerva p-posed as houseguests when my youngest three sons told u-us his worries that H-Harry was being a-abused. We w-witnessed him being beaten and c-called Poppy."

"Will he be okay?"

It was Poppy who answered this time, "He should wake up in about fifteen minutes. I was wondering if you could bring them to holding cells," she said pointing to the monsters tied up in the corner of the room.

Amelia nodded and grabbed all three of them before disapparating.

Upon her return to the ministry, Amelia took a minute to compose herself before reviving the three terrible muggles before her, "Revenerate"

The three muggles' eyes opened slowly and they sat up, taking in the office around them before their eyes rested on Amelia.

"Another freak!" the purple man yelled

Amelia nodded, not offended or surprised in the slightest, "Did you abuse Harry James Potter, your nephew?"

All three snorted, "We gave him nothing more than what he deserved, the boy's a freak and we would have ended him right then and there had those two other freaks not stopped us," the elephant child said.

Amelia closed her eyes and was expecting the oaf's parents to disagree. When they didn't she opened her eyes again and sighed, "Mr. Dursley, Mrs. Dursley, is this true?" she asked, dreading the answer.

They both nodded, "Yes. He was a terrible burden on us. He got dropped off on our doorstep with nothing more than a note. We had to raise the freak alongside our Dudders," The horselady sneered

Amelia was disgusted but at least they were admitting to it.

Handing each of the muggles a piece of parchment and a quill, she explained their job, "Write everything you have done for the boy on your parchment. On the right write the good things and the bad on the left."

All three looked at her with looks of disgust on their faces.

"Either you start writing or you all get an extra year onto your prison sentences," Amelia threatened.

About an hour later Amelia collected the papers. The walrus' was on the top.

'Good: Took him in. Gave him a meal a week so he didn't starve. Gave him my son's second bedroom when he turned eleven. Gave him all the chores to get ready for the real world. Called him a freak so he understood what he was. Stopped his freaky letters so he didn't have to switch schools, beat him so he knew to expect disciplinary action when he got a job, told him his parents were drunks who died in a car crash so he didn't waste time asking questions about them, put bars on his window so he knew he couldn't escape everything in his life, same reason for handcuffing him to his bed. Bad: Nothing, we would never harm a child'

Amelia glared at the man. She was so close to hexing him but knew muggles can't handle that amount of magic, especially not those as bigoted as those in her office. The elephant's letter was better at least,

'Good: Gave him my second bedroom, gave him a tissue for christmas, took him in. Bad: only fed him once a week, only gave him my old clothes and used glasses, kept him locked in the cupboard under the stairs until he turned eleven, gave him all the chores, put bars on his window and tied him to his bed, tried to kill him until we were stopped by the freaks (We were super close though), took his owl and freaky stuff, took his freaky letters.'

Amelia was very disturbed about the cupboard. She moved onto the horse's list next.

'Good: He is a spoiled brat, he took food out of my Dudder's mouth, took his second room, and took clothes off his back. Bad: Everything. He is a freak always doing freaky things. He blew up my sister-in-law just because she was insulting his parents and said we should have drowned him at birth! He is always overreacting and deserves none of the spoiled lifestyle he grew up in!'

Amelia took a deep breath and moved her wand out of sight. She looked at the three obviously guilty muggles before her before grabbing three sets of handcuffs and placing them on the Dursley's wrists. 'You three are under arrest for abuse and attempted murder of Harry James Potter. Usually these things would happen under court but you are obviously guilty and we don't want Mr. Potter's home life to go public,"

The three googled at her, obviously their muggle courts didn't care if they tried to kill the savior of their world, "Vernon Dursley, you are sentenced to life in Azkaban, Petunia Dursley twenty years, and your son two." She called for the eavesdropping aurors outside her office and laid back, hoping for a nap.