Forever in my Memory

Disclaimer: Marc Jonah? Mine. The others? Rowling´s. Which explains why she has money and I don´t.

No. 4 Privet Drive

June 19, 1994

11:15 AM

Harry was stroking Hedwig while staring out his window, when there was a knock at his door. He sighed and walked over to the door and opened it. Standing outside, wearing a dark green dress, was Aunt Marge. She frowned as she looked him over, glaring at his blue sweatshirt and jeans. Harry raised an eyebrow. Aunt Marge sniffed, and grabbed his right wrist, dragging him down the hall. "Come with me. We are going to have a little talk, just the two of us."

She pulled him down the stairs and into the living room. They sat down on the couch. Aunt Marge, smoothed her dress and then look Harry in the eye. "You are going to have to start living again, you can´t keep this depression nonsense up. Vernon told me what happened and he showed me the letter that your so-called school sent him. That boy´s death was not your fault, so stop all this. Right now."

Harry stared at her. Aunt Marge was being nice! Well, nice for her. In fact, all of the Dursleys were acting weird. They hated him, why were they acting so concerned? `Maybe they were abducted by aliens and these are the replacements.´ he thought.

Harry sighed and looked down at his feet. They didn´t understand. It was his fault. He suggested that he and Cedric take the Trophy together. It was his fault that Cedric was dead and it was his fault the Voldemort was back. Why didn´t anyone understand that?

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12:15 PM

Vernon frowned as he watched Dudley and Harry leave the table. They had gotten Harry to eat half an apple this time, but it wasn´t enough. Harry was much too thin. Of course it didn´t help that he was small and thin to begin with.

He glanced at his wife and sister. Petunia looked troubled and Marge looked thoughtful. Marge looked up at him. "Vernon, I think he needs professional help. There is not much else we can do. He still won´t talk and getting him to eat is a daily battle. I think he´s anorexic."

Petunia gasped. "Anorexic? Are you sure?"

Marge shook her head. "No, I´m not sure, but it is a strong possibility. Why else won´t he eat? Petunia, if I were you, I would call a therapist."

Vernon frowned at Marge. "But how could a normal therapist help? Harry´s problems have to do with magic. We can´t tell just anyone about this."

Marge raised her eyebrows. "Then find a magic therapist. Write to the headmaster of that school, and have him find a suitable therapist."

Vernon shook his head, wondering at Marge´s calm voice. When he had told her about magic, she had thought that he was insane.

**flashback**

No. 4 Privet Drive

June 12, 1994

1:30 PM

Vernon tugged at his collar as he waited for Marge to pick up the phone.

"Marge Dursley speaking."

Vernon straitened and tried to make his voice sound jovial. "Marge! It´s Vernon. I..."

"What has he done now?"

Vernon blinked. "Wha..."

"The boy. Harry. You sound upset. The last time you called and was upset like this was last week, when you were complaining about him not speaking or eating. So, what has he done this time?"

Vernon sighed. "He hasn´t done anything this time, but I am calling about him. Marge, what do you think of ...um...magic?"

Marge snorted. "Magic is nothing but a load of nonsense. Why?"

Vernon cleared his throat. "Marge, I want you to listen to me, okay? Just hear me out. Magic is real. Magic..."

"What?! Vernon, I think you need help! There is no such thing as magic!"

Vernon shook his head, even though Marge couldn´t see him. "No Marge. Magic is real, and Harry is a wizard. He goes to a school called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Petunia´s sister was a witch. She and Potter did not die in a car crash, some bad wizard murdered them. Marge, you have to believe me, I wouldn´t lie to you about this."

"Vernon..."

Vernon interrupted her. "Marge, about two years ago, when you visiting us, Harry used magic on you. He blew you up, like a balloon. Do you remember?"

"That...happened? No...no, that was just a dream! I must have told you about it..."

Marge sounded uncertain. Vernon hastily continued. "It happened, Marge. He blew you up, and then ran away. Some other wizards came and put you right, then put some spell on you so that you would not really remember. It happened!"

"I...I..."

She paused. "I believe you."

**end flashback**

They had met at a small café the next day, he remembered. He told her everything he knew and showed her the letter that the school had sent. She had decided then and there to come help with Harry.

He turned back to the conversation. Petunia was nodding thoughtfully. "Yes, we could do that. Vernon, dear? What do you think?"

Vernon frowned, thinking about it. "Yes, I quite agree. Petunia?"

His wife nodded. "I´ll start writing the letter immediately."

She stood up and left.

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June 20, 1994

2:46 PM

Petunia gave the sink one last swipe with her dishrag, and then turned around. She gave a small shriek of surprise when she saw the tawny owl sitting on the table, with a letter tied to its leg.

She tentatively walked over to it and untied the letter. The owl gave a hoot, spread its wings and flew out the window.

Petunia opened the letter, just as Vernon and Marge walked in. Vernon frowned. "What is that?"

"The Headmaster´s response." she mumbled as she began to read.

Vernon waited impatiently as she finished. "Well? What does he say?"

Petunia looked up. "He says that he is going to send a man named `Marc Jonah´ over tomorrow. This Jonah is supposed to be a brilliant Psychologist. He should be able to help."

Marge looked at them, solemnly. "We hope."

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Dumbledore´s office, Hogwarts

June 20, 1994

1:31 PM

Albus Dumbledore sighed as he watched the school start off on its journey to Marc´s office. Marc was the best in his field and a close friend. He could be trusted with this.

Albus sat down, wearily. Harry Potter had suffered far more than anybody should. Sometimes Albus wondered how the boy had survived all that he had been through.

He sighed again. He just hoped that Harry would survive this.

He shook his head. In retrospect, he was glad that he cast eye-opening spell on the letter that he had sent to the Dursleys at the end of the term. The spell caused anyone who read the letter to open their eyes and see Harry as he really is. A normal, scared child, who just happened to have rather remarkable abilities.

He just hoped that it was enough.

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