Harry Potter and the Trail of Stars

THIS STORY TAKES PLACE AFTER THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX...IT MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR THE FIFTH BOOK. THIS STORY IS TOLD IN THE POINT OF VIEW OF THE IMPORTANT CHARACTERS, INCLUDING THE TRIO AND STAFF MEMBERS. AND THE USUAL DISCLAIMER.

THE MADNESS OF MR. H. POTTER AND THE SECRET OF PETUNIA DURSLEY

In the days that passed, Harry Potter could not begin to think how he had survived. Everyday it was the same event. He wakes up in the mornings by Aunt Marge smacking him in the face three times. He makes breakfast everyday under the supervision of Aunt Marge. He feeds those bloody dogs twice a day, making out of there barely conscious each time. While at night, he had to endure Aunt Marge's constant conversations about Harry's no good parents. Harry for once, felt grateful for Uncle Vernon, who had stopped some of those conversations for the sake of control. All this, Cora watched in the humongous arms of Aunt Marge. Cora could not reveal herself no matter the price, something Harry could not understand, but the fact clearly remained; The Ministry still must not be aware of the Order's doings.

Cornelius Fudge, it seemed, after telling the world the truth about Voldemort's return, had fallen into a state of shock. The Daily Prophet reports that Minister Fudge has not come out of his office for days, and has been seen muttering to himself constantly, and the question still remains of whether the Ministry should call on a new minister or not. But of course, who knew if the Daily Prophet was reliable or not, after the entire crackpot stories about Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore being mentally unstable. And of course, Harry knew nothing that was going on in the Wizarding World. He did NOT want to know what was turning out wrongly in the Wizarding World.

'Only two more days,' thought Harry, who was currently in the bathroom washing off blood from the dogs. He had many more visions, which he did not inform Cora. Those visions were sure to bring questions from the Order that would lead to them to think that Harry had acquired new powers from the Magus Forewarning. Harry knew that his soon-to-come powers would aid them in this war, and he couldn't risk something happening to it just because he didn't follow Geldrelline's orders.

A sudden loud crack caught Harry's attention. He ran out of the bathroom, and heard several screams. He ran down the stairs, and there were three Dursleys standing still as stone, and the other Dursley standing calmly, as though nothing had happened. Harry's eyes followed the direction that the four Dursleys were looking at. The door...to the basement...had a large hole, and he could see dogs jumping out of that hole, and into the hallways. He turned his attention away from the killer dogs, and saw Cora using this distraction to secretly jump out of Aunt Marge's arms. Harry watched as the small puppy slyly made her way out the door through the dog flap that was newly installed.

Harry sighed. In the end, it would be Harry who would have to put the killer dogs back.

"Well? What are you waiting for! Get the dogs back in the basement NOW!" screamed Uncle Vernon, who took a glance at Aunt Marge. "Er...Don't hurt the...uh...dogs. Make sure they'll safe and sound," ended Uncle Vernon. Aunt Marge seemed to be satisfied with it.

"But, the door! It's broken," offered Harry. He couldn't see what use it would be to put the dogs back inside when they could easily come out again.

"Then FIX it!" replied Uncle Vernon, watching the dogs circle around him like sharks around prey, his voice strained, and mustache twitching.

"With what?" asked Harry. Meanwhile, one of the dogs were jumping onto Uncle Vernon, and attempting to use him as a scratching post, not that dogs really needed it like cats.

"I DON'T KNOW! FIND A WAY! FIND A GODDAMN WAY! DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO! FIX THE BLOODY DOOR! FIX IT! FIX IT NOW!" exploded the voice of Uncle Vernon, who began coughing right away. The dog slid off, but the damage had already been done. His shirt was in shreds, and scratches could be visibly seen. Aunt Petunia disappeared for a few seconds, and came back with a cup of tea for him, who took it and drank it all in one sip, tea spilling down his ripped shirt.

Harry looked at the door. It was sturdier than wood, and unlike the other doors in the house, it had steel built into it. 'How on earth am I supposed to fix it? And even if I somehow managed to find a way to fix it, it would take days for me. By that time, the dogs will have eaten all of us!' thought Harry. He looked to Dudley, who shrugged his shoulders. 'No help there,' thought Harry. He saw Aunt Marge out of the corner of her eye, making her way to the living room to catch the six o'clock news. He turned to look at Aunt Petunia, who was steering an angry Uncle Vernon towards the kitchen in an attempt to calm him down.

Harry turned his head and looked at the door again, hoping to see a way to fix it.

Dudley gasped.

The door was perfectly fine! No scratches or holes, and it had looked like brand new. Harry blinked. 'Could this be another one of my own powers?' wondered Harry. Fixing things at will. Harry thought back to past events. He thought about the new window in his cupboard. That window was probably there because Harry had willed it to be there, unintentionally. The door to Mrs. Figg's house had opened by its own because Harry willed it to open when he was so tired. It had also been unintentionally done. Now, Harry had willed the door to be fixed as new. It had been unintentionally done.

Harry thought of an idea. He focused his thoughts on that wooden chair right there in front of him, and he tried to will it to move. Harry opened his eyes. Nothing had happened. Dudley stared at his cousin the whole time, somehow understanding that it was Harry who had fixed it with magic. Suddenly Aunt Petunia called to them that dinner was ready. Harry shrugged, and Dudley decided to let this event pass. They made their way into the kitchen dining room. Uncle Vernon turned to look at his nephew.

"Not you, boy! You will turn around and go to fix that door until it's been repaired," said Uncle Vernon, calmly. The tea had done its work, Harry noted. Uncle Vernon also had on a new shirt.

"I'm done fixing it," replied Harry, who said no more, and began on the broccoli. He noted that only Aunt Marge had the finer food. Both Uncle Vernon and Aunt Marge were drinking some wine.

"Don't talk rubbish, boy! Now get working on it!" snapped Uncle Vernon. Aunt Petunia watched. Aunt Marge snorted, and a big blob of snot came out of her nose, which no one noticed except for Harry, his eyes so sharp. He wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"I'm serious. The door's fixed!" said Harry.

"Don't believe him Vernon. The boy is a liar! And he always will be, just like his good for nothing parents! And he probably got my dear Shredder lost! I've haven't seen her for awhile! That ungrateful little prat!" cried Aunt Marge. It was true. Cora probably left already, as she told Harry she would. Harry's insides were burning up. No, he could not have a repeat of last year. He will NOT blow up his aunt this summer.

"Look at me when I speak to you! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH SHREDDER?" roared Aunt Marge.

'Nice...and calm...I can do this...I will endure that overfed monster...' thought Harry.

"I SAID LOOK AT ME, YOU NASTY LITTLE RUNT!"

Harry looked up. Aunt Marge was looking murderous. 'Too much to drink, probably' thought Harry. Aunt Marge's cheeks were a bit flushed. He saw Aunt Petunia out of the corner of his eyes chewing her tongue. 'A nasty habit' thought Harry. Uncle Vernon, again, seemed to hide a furious battle behind his mustache. Inside the mind of Vernon Dursley, he was faced with an impossible task.

'Should I start agreeing with Marge and be on her good terms? Or should I stop her from saying anything else before she gets herself blown up again?' It was all too much for Vernon Dursley, as he eyed the two. He took another sip of this fine wine.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND ENGLISH, BOY?" screamed Aunt Marge.

"Yes," replied Harry. He was used to this game. Not really paying attention to what he was saying, he began picturing his escape from the Dursleys, and Sirius and Lupin coming for him.

Aunt Marge glared at the boy.

"Don't know how you can stand all this, Vernon," she said, now turning to Uncle Vernon.

"Petunia, I feel for ya. I mean, it's perfectly clear that this boy must not live here anymore. Why did you ever take the boy? First stop should've been on the streets. That'll teach him respect for ya!" Aunt Petunia nodded.

"Why do you hate me so much?" asked Harry, suddenly, and then clasped his hands to his mouth, unsure of what madness drove him to ask that.

"Because you're a liar, and you'd be a cheat when you grow up! It grows in the family. Nothing no one could ever do about that. Now, take dogs for example. Like I said before, if there's something wrong with the parents, then there's bound to be something wrong with the puppy! Are you clear?"

Harry nodded, not wanting to start anything. But now, he could not concentrate on anything else. This was serious. Now, he would have to listen to Aunt Marge rave on and on about him and his parents.

Aunt Marge turned to Dudley.

"Well Dudley. It's a wonder you didn't catch any of your cousin's bad habits and manners. You're a good boy, Dudley. When I compare you with HIM..." Aunt Marge let this sentence hang. She gave Harry a nasty look.

"So. How is St. Brute's, boy? From what I've heard, they've been too soft with ya! They know nothing 'bout criminal handling, if you know what I mean! Canes. I'll give them canes. If you ask me, whips and chains are more suitable for you, boy!" said Aunt Marge, taking another sip of wine.

Harry said nothing. He didn't trust himself to speak. He didn't feel quite well either. He DID have some sense of dignity...AND THAT HORRID WOMAN WAS RUINING IT! 'Whips and chains indeed! If she knew who I was...'

"Now, onto a more important subject," started Aunt Marge, "About the boy's parents. They were the most irresponsible adults I ever knew!"

"How did those two meet Petunia?" asked Aunt Marge.

"Uh...She never said," said Aunt Petunia, catching a nervous glance at Harry, who by this time, his cheeks were flushed red with anger, and his eyes flashing, and his body shaking, still unnoticed by Aunt Marge, who was walking into a deathtrap. The three other Dursleys knew this. They would feel the boy's anger.

"Hmph! Didn't even bother to mention her little meeting, did she? I knew it! That sense of irresponsibility must run in certain people," she said, casting a glance at the boy. "Probably met at a bar, drunk!" she muttered.

"No offense to you, Petunia, but I wonder how a family as good as yours could have had someone as bad as your dreadful sister! She must have been adopted!" declared Aunt Marge. Uncle Vernon's eyes were fixed on Harry. He trembled from the scary gleam coming from his nephew's eyes. Petunia noticed it too. Aunt Marge, who had been too busy listening to herself talk, hadn't noticed where the Dursleys' attention was on.

Silence followed, when Aunt Marge finally saw the gleam in the boy's eyes.

Finally, Uncle Vernon cleared his throat. The furious battle that he had held was over, and the decision was made. He would NOT have his abnormal nephew blow up his sister this time.

"Say, Marge. How's about a walk in the garden? It's about to be entered in the best lawn competition," said Uncle Vernon.

"Fine, but we're bringing the boy. You understand, Vernon. The boy must be under supervision. Dudley squirmed in his seat. "C'mon on Dudders," added Aunt Marge. The Dursleys stood up. Harry had remained in his seat.

"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, BOY? GET UP!" yelled Uncle Vernon. Harry didn't hear him. His thoughts were still on the talk about his parents. Uncle Vernon came and dragged his nephew out the door, and the Dursleys followed him to the garden. Relieved that this conversation was over, Uncle Vernon relaxed.

"Nice garden Petunia," said Aunt Marge. Petunia nodded, a bit afraid of the beefy woman.

"Now then. Boy! You come over here by me!" said Aunt Marge. Aunt Petunia pushed Harry over.

"Exactly how did your good for nothing parents die? Car accident, I know, but what was the cause of that?" asked Aunt Marge, with a sound of evilness.

Harry glared back at her.

"Is the little runt heartbroken for his little parents? I'll tell you now, as I've told you many times. I don't care how many times you have to hear this to make you realize the truth! Your parents were nothing more than liars and thieves. Your mom was a con-artist. You little father didn't even have a proper job. Your mother, don't know what she did, but I suspect it was nothing short of going against the law! They were bad eggs! Both of 'em! And you're turning out to be just like them! You're turning out even worse because you've got all their bad characteristics all merged into one!" said Aunt Marge, whispering loudly into the night.

Silence followed. The Dursleys stepped back from Harry, afraid of what exactly might happen.

"Get to bed boy!" snarled Uncle Vernon, in his last attempt to stop a crisis.

"No Vernon. Let's hear what he has to say. Maybe he understands what kind of people his parents were. Not now Vernon! I'm trying to correct the boy!" yelled Aunt Marge.

Suddenly, the sprinklers in the lawn had turned on by itself. All the Dursleys plus Harry were spray with water.

"Vernon? Why are the sprinklers on?" asked Aunt Marge.

"Don't know Marge. Maybe a malfunctioning of the plumbing?" Uncle Vernon offered, covering up for the boy's abnormality, while glaring at the boy, as though warning him to stop.

Instead of stopping, the water came sprinkling here even more. All the Dursleys were soaked now, including Harry. He didn't seem to notice what was going on. His thoughts were still on Aunt Marge's words.

Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley's attention was now caught by something else. A single small wisp of cloud seemed to gathering right above Marge's head. She didn't notice. She was watching the other three Dursleys in confusion.

The small cloud was starting to turn into a gold color. The three Dursleys looked at it in wonder and horror. Dudley let out a soft whimper. Aunt Marge's eyes narrowed. She had no idea what was going on.

The three Dursleys watched as the gold cloud hovered about Marge and started shooting lightning from it. Aunt Marge's eyes had followed to where the other three Dursleys were looking. She gasped. They watched in horror as the small golden lightning bolts had struck Aunt Marge, suddenly striking her unconscious. It didn't seem as though she was electrocuted, to the Dursleys.

It was then, that Harry realized what had happened.

"BOY WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?" screamed Uncle Vernon.

Harry looked back towards the scene.

He replied calmly, "Well, it looks as though Aunt Marge is unconscious. I don't know why."

Before Uncle Vernon could yell any more, a series of pops have occurred, and standing in front of Harry and the Dursleys were three wizards.

"We're from the Accidental Magic department, and we'll be clearing out this mess now," declared the shorter one.

The tall one first went over to examine Marge, and suddenly exclaimed, "Hey! Isn't this the woman we sorted out a couple of years ago when she had been accidentally blown up?"

"Quite right. Yes, I believe you're right," declared the shorter one. The medium height one examined Marge, muttered something, which awoke her. Before she could say a word, the taller one began speaking.

"Please do not move, and relax if you can," he said, in a bored voice, as though he had spent his whole life saying those words.

The medium one raised his wand at her, and muttered some words, which Harry could not hear. And then, Harry heard him say "Obliviate!" Aunt Marge's shocked face was instantly replaced with a dazed look. The shorter one made his way toward Harry and the Dursleys.

"As relatives of Mr. Potter, you will not have your memories of this incident removed. We urge you to serve the woman plenty of tea and soup for about two weeks. That is all. There will be no need for charges for Accidental Magic, and we wish you a good evening."

And with that, the three wizards Disapparated.

'This was something new,' thought Harry. He looked to the Dursleys. They didn't seem too surprised by the three wizards. 'Of course' Harry thought. 'They must have met them the time I blew Aunt Marge up.'

"Vernon! What happened? Why am I on the ground?" asked Aunt Marge, coming out of her daze.

"You tripped over a rock. Are you feeling alright?" asked Uncle Vernon.

Aunt Marge nodded. The Dursleys made their way back into the house and sleep took them. Harry lay awake on the floor of his cupboard. He examined the events from tonight, and wondered what he really had done to Aunt Marge, for she certainly had not been electrocuted. It was a mystery. Something he would just have to wait to ask his mentor, whoever it is.

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"Seriously Dumbledore! You must get him out of there! I don't believe that woman can stand to have anymore memory charms! What if the boy blows again? He has to learn to control his emotions more! Muggles aren't meant to have too many memory charms placed on them! Too much and it could cause real damage to her brain! Take Lockhart for example!" stormed a short fellow.

Dumbledore readjusted his half moon spectacles, and sighed.

"I'm afraid I can't. He'll have to endure them. He must stay there for at least two more days. I don't want him staying there either. But the protection has to be stronger this year, since we think Voldemort's stronger. Also, Cora had to leave. The mission must go on."

"Well then, Dumbledore. I can get the boy out of only so many troubles! Powerful accidental magic has certain charges that I've dismissed! I can't keep doing this! It's a miracle I've managed to talk old Grinch out of placing charges on the boy for performing magic!"

"That is why I rely one you for such matters," replied Dumbledore, making his voice final.

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Harry opened his eyes. Vernon Dursley was staring back at him, looking murderously.

"You'd be writing that letter to THEM now. Marge isn't awake yet, so do hurry!"

"I've already got the letter. I wrote it two days ago," Harry replied, as he had walked up to the small table and took the letter. He politely waited for Uncle Vernon to examine the letter.

It seemed to have passed the test. Harry watched as his owl soared away, out of the 'newly' appeared window. Uncle Vernon seemed to have pretended that last night's incident had never happened. AND he seemed to have pretended that the basement door had never been damaged, because clearly, he had seen the door, and he knew what happened. And no conversations about it were started.

Harry had to skip breakfast this morning. It seems that the dogs have gotten more vicious since the 'incident.' Harry had wondered 'why oh why had Aunt Marge brought those dogs with her? Couldn't Colonel Fubster have taken care of them like all the other times?'

It was lunchtime when Harry had at last finished feeding the dogs. It took him an hour to clear up all the surprises the dogs had left on the floor. Since Aunt Petunia would not let the dogs loose anywhere else, they had no place to do whatever that dogs do near hydrants. The basement had turned into nothing less than the Hogwarts Owlry, which was full of droppings and a nasty smell. The thought of this had reminded him of Hedwig. She had grown a bit thin during the last couple of weeks. Like Harry, Hedwig had also been surviving on carrot food, or at least the leftovers of Harry's meals.

Harry walked into the kitchen dining room. He studied the scene before him. Aunt Marge paid no notice to Harry, which was all fine with him. Aunt Petunia was putting vegetables in Dudley's plate. Dudley's mouth was watering at Aunt Marge's plate. Harry noticed the drool coming out of his cousin's mouth. Harry had noticed that when no one was looking, quick as a flash, Dudley stuffed one of Aunt Marge's chicken wings into his fat little mouth. Harry watched as his multiple chins wobbled. It was a disgusting sight.

Inside, Harry knew that Dudley had been different than before, but that was only because of all the memories put into him. Seriously, how can anyone go from a demented bullying pig to an all caring guy? And how long was Dudley going to act civil with Harry? And when was Dudley going to lose the extra weight?

Harry watched as Uncle Vernon was handing Aunt Marge another bottle of Scotch. He watched as the Scotch went from her mouth to her hideous glittery shirt. Harry turned away from the sight, and began to eat. It took him exactly three minutes to eat his whole meal. Two carrots and a piece of lettuce. Still, it was less than what Dudley had.

It was during his piece of lettuce, that Harry's ears had opened up to the conversation before him.

"So Marge, that brings us back to the statement again. Kitchens should no doubt be much bigger than what them damned architects designed them," said Uncle Vernon.

"I agree Vernon. Take Dudley for example. A boy's got needs to eat and watch the television in the kitchen. The Dining room should definitely be built into the kitchen, not separately. The closer it is to the stove, the less time you lose in carrying it to a table," replied Aunt Marge, nodding.

"Quite right," said Uncle Vernon. Harry could not see where this conversation was going. It seemed to be another pointless talk.

"So Marge, where is your house being constructed?" asked Uncle Vernon. Harry suddenly understood where this was leading to.

"The kitchen and upstairs. Bedroom needs to be redone. Too old for my taste. Kitchen's getting to be bigger to my liking," replied Aunt Marge.

"What ever happened to Colonel Fubster. Don't he usually take care of your dogs?" asked Uncle Vernon. For a beefy and inconsiderate man, he seemed to have some considerate level of intelligence. Harry thought that perhaps he had underestimated his Uncle. Harry listened attentively.

"Well, I would have had him take care of my dogs, but oh Vernon, it was dreadful!" said Aunt Marge, a tear forming in her eyes. Harry sat, shocked. This was clearly unexpected of her.

"What happened Marge?" asked Uncle Vernon.

"He's dead," said Aunt Marge, without any sort of tone.

"Oh my goodness! How?" asked Aunt Petunia.

"One of his own critters attacked him. Thought he was a burglar. Always told him he should have gotten rid of 'em. But no, he didn't listen. I knew those dogs of his were nasty business," replied Aunt Marge. The single tear fell unto her fat cheeks.

Unlike Marge, Harry wasn't really quite upset about the death of the Colonel. The guy never seemed to like him. The only thing that Harry did feel irritated about was the fact that if the Colonel never died, maybe Harry never would have been stuck with these dogs. All twenty-seven of them vicious monsters.

"But I'm glad I brought my dogs with me. Took the chance to teach that nephew of yours some responsibility!" said Aunt Marge, breaking into Harry's thoughts. By this time, Harry had started washing up all the dishes. The Dursleys were going into the living room for some pointless soap opera that Aunt Marge had seemed to develop a passion for. 'Weird woman,' thought Harry.

Harry walked back to his room in the cupboard, and sat on the moth eaten bed and leaned against the web covered wall. He wished he was back at Grimmauld Place with Sirius again. His only hope now, was that Hermione read his letter front to back.

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Hermione and Ron read Harry's letter. It didn't seem as weird as before, but, it wasn't quite normal either.

Dear Hermione and Ron,

I think Hedwig's sick. Got any ideas to cure a sick owl? When she gets to you, please take care of her. I think I'll have to leave her with you guys. I don't' have any kind of owl treats for her. Other that that, I'm fine. Aunt Marge is here, along with her dogs. I've been taking care of them everyday. This is the last piece of parchment I've been able to find. I guess I'll need to buy more rolls of parchment whenever I'll get to go to Diagon Alley. This piece of parchment is a very different. I examined it from front to back, and discovered something weird about it. Maybe it's anew kind of parchment. Perhaps you could examine it or something, and tell me when I get there.

Cheers,

Harry

"Er..." started Ron, "Do ya think Harry finally cracked? I mean, Dumbledore said it might happen, and well, this letter..."

"Well, whatever it is, Harry's definitely right about Hedwig. She looks terribly thin. It's a wonder she even got here!" exclaimed Hermione. She frowned. "Was Harry serious when he asked me to examine the parchment?"

Ron shrugged. "Maybe it's another one of his clues or whatever."

"That's it! Maybe he really does want us to examine it for clues!" said Hermione, brightly.

"That's certainly good news, isn't it? Proves Harry isn't mental yet. But still, Dumbledore says it's only a matter of time," agreed Ron.

"WE MUSTN'T THINK LIKE THAT RON! EVERYONE KNOWS THAT PROFESSOR DUMBLEDORE IS SLIGHTLY MAD! AND IF PROFESSOR DUMBLEDORE SAYS HARRY MIGHT BE GOING INSANE, IT DOESN'T NECESSARILY MEAN THAT HARRY WILL BE GOING INSANE! DO YOU GOT THAT RONALD WEASLEY?"

Ron gulped. "Yes Ma'am."

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"Dear Merlin, what was that?" asked Mrs. Weasley.

Mad-Eye spun his eye towards the spot where the horrible scream came from.

"Ah don't worry about it. Seems as if the kids are having a friendly argument, still, I'd worry about your son over there. He doesn't seem to be getting on good terms with Ms. Granger right now," replied Moody.

"Oh. Well it's probably ickle Ronniekins' fault anyway. Acting stupid again," replied two identical voices.

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Hermione set to work examining the parchment, while Ron watched. He didn't dare make another comment. The last thing he wanted on himself was a well placed hex.

"AHA!" said Hermione at last. "Simply brilliant!"

"What's brilliant?" asked Ron, who failed to notice anything about that back page of the parchment.

"The writing's invisible!" replied Hermione.

"But Harry's not allowed to do magic. And besides, didn't his wand get snapped or something?" asked Ron.

"Oh Ron. You could certainly do with a couple of Muggle Studies classes, and you'll find out that some Muggle techniques are simply brilliant. Not everything evolves around magic, you know," snapped Hermione.

"Uh...right," said Ron, confused.

"Honestly Ron. It's not only Wizards that can conceal things. Muggleshave found ways around using magic. Take this letter for example. It's written in invisible ink!"

"But, Muggles don't know magic. How can it be invisible?"

"Not MAGICAL invisible ink. It's a Muggle substitute. If I'm not mistaken, this is written in lemon juice!" said Hermione.

"Lemon juice? I don't get it."

"Look. Lemon has juice. The juice comes out invisible on paper, but when it's put under light, the writing becomes visible," explained Hermione.

"Oh," replied Ron, and started thinking. "THEN WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? LET'S SEE WHAT IT SAYS!" he suddenly roared, when he had started to put two and two together.

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"Well," declared Moody, "Seems that your son has joined in the yelling. Inherited it from you, most likely."

Mrs. Weasley turned red, but refrained herself from yelling at Moody, for that would definitely prove his point. She pursed her lips.

Fred and George snickered, and tried to imagine what those two were arguing about now.

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A light appeared from the end of Hermione's wand. Ron leaned over, and read the words, along with Hermione.

GET ME OUT OF HERE! GET ME OUT! CAN'T STAND TO LIVE HERE ANYMORE. WHY DON'T YOU TRY EATING CARROTS EACH DAY! HUH? HUH? TRY LIVING WITH THAT FAT ASS AUNT OF MINE! I HAVEN'T SLEPT ON A BED FOR WEEKS! I BET YOU'RE HAVING PLENTY OF REST! YOU DON'T GOT TWENTY-SEVEN KILLER HOUNDS TO WORRY ABOUT, DO YOU? YOU DON'T GOT TO FEED THEM ALL EVERYDAY. YOU DON'T GOT TWENTY-THOUSAND BITE MARKS AND SCRATCHES ON YOU.

I MISS SIRIUS. HOW IS HE? HOPE HE AND LUPIN COMES TO RESCUE ME FROM THESE BLOODY GODDAMNED RELATIVES OF MINE. SIRIUS WILL COME AND GET ME, SO SHUT UP.

HAD TO WAKE UP AT THREE IN THE MORNING TO SNEAK INTO THE KITCHEN FOR SOME LEMON JUICE. NEARLY CUT MYSELF WITH THE KNIFE! IT'S A MIRACLE I DIDN'T! BLASTED LEMON JUICE! TOOK ME SEVERAL HOURS FOR MY EYES TO RECOVER!

DON'T KNOW HOW LONG I'M GONNA LAST. I DON'T' EVEN KNOW IF I'M EVER GOING TO BE ABLE TO SEND THIS LETTER.

GET ME OUT OF HERE! I DON'T CARE ABOUT MY BLOODY BLOOD PROTECTION. I DON'T' CARE IF VOLDEMORT'S COMING TO GET ME.

JUST. GET. ME. THE. HELL. OUT. OF. THIS. GODDAMN. HOUSE!

YOU WANT MORE? HUH? I SWEAR, IF I'M NOT OUT OF HERE IN TWO MORE DAYS, (AFTER YOUR LETTER IS RECEIVED), I'LL MOVE ON OUT OF HERE! YOU HEAR ME?

SHUT UP! I'M NOT MAD. AND DON'T GET ME MAD. I'M GONNA PROBABLY PERFORM SOME POWERFUL ACCIDENTAL MAGIC, AND I DON'T CARE IF I HAVE TO GO TO A HEARING FOR IT? DO YOU GOT IT? AND YOU NO DOUBT KNOW VERY WELL HOW WELL I CONTROL MY EMOTIONS!

AND I'M JUST EVER SO SORRY FOR COMPLAINING ABOUT THIS! BUT I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! YOU HEAR ME? CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! I'D SEND YOU A HOWLER IF I HAD ANY!

Oh...and... HOW ARE YOU TWO DOING? ENJOYING YOURSELVES?

AND ONCE MORE:

GET .. ME .. THE .. HELL .. OUT .. OF .. HERE .. OR .. I .. WILL .. GET .. MYSELF .. OUT .. AND .. THAT .. IS .. A .. THREAT!

"So. You were saying?" asked Ron.

"Okay. So maybe Harry's slightly off," replied Hermione.

"Think we should show this to the others?" asked Ron.

"Erm...yes. And I think that Harry was being serious about that threat. Okay. C'mon, let's go." Hermione and Ron turned to go downstairs.

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"Well, I think they're coming down the stairs to see us after reading a letter or something. Too far away. Couldn't see the details," said Moody.

They waited. Finally, they saw Hermione and Ron walking over towards them, both wearing a serious look on their faces.

"What's this about?" asked Mrs. Weasley.

"I knew it! You've finally argued it over--" started Fred, but was interrupted by George.

"And you've finally decided to get together!" finished George. Fred nodded at his twin.

Mrs. Weasley positively beamed at those words!

Hermione looked disgusted, and Ron gave them a face.

"NO!" they both yelled.

"Harry wrote us this letter in lemon juice, so it was invisible to his uncle. And we read it under the light, and we think you should read it too," said Hermione.

"Lumos," she muttered, and a light appeared at the end of her wand. The group gathered around Hermione, and read the letter. Everyone was silent during the read.

When they were all finished, they looked at each other.

"Well," started Fred.

"Something's not right," finished George. The group nodded.

"So. I never would have believed Dumbledore when he told us about Harry," said Mrs. Weasley, her eyes going all teary.

"Yup. He's finally cracked. I bet he's locked himself up in that dratted cupboard of his, spending hours willing himself to believe that Black is still alive, and that Lupin is as well as any one of us," declared Moody.

"Sh-Should we inform Dumbledore?" asked Ron, in a tiny voice.

"Excuse me?" said Moody, "CAN YOU THINK OF A REASON NOT TO INFORM DUMBLEDORE?" he growled. Everyone nodded. Ron, slightly taken back by Moody's sudden yell. Moody led them all to the fireplace, and got some powder.

"Albus Dumbledore!" growled Moody.

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Night soon came rushing by, as Harry came out of the basement at last. He quickly washed himself, not even looking into the mirror once to see the state he was in.

Harry Potter was a mess. His hair messier than usual, just the way Aunt Marge loved it to complain about. Just as he made his way into the kitchen for some dinner, carrots, Uncle Vernon was leading the lot out of the room.

"We're going outside for a walk. You are not to touch anything while we are outside," said Uncle Vernon. Harry nodded. It was all fine with him.

"Not so fast Vernon. The boy is coming. I don't trust him to stay in the house alone. You seriously don't wanna come back to the inside of the house in ruins, do you?" asked Aunt Marge, sneering at Harry.

"Now Marge. Harry will stay inside his cupboard if he knows what's good for him!" said Uncle Vernon. Aunt Petunia started chewing on her tongue.

"No Vernon. The boy will come!" said Aunt Marge, making her voice final, as she made her way out of the house. The rest followed.

The whole walk took less then ten minutes, as Aunt Marge started complaining that she was tired. 'She couldn't hurt with some exercise though' thought Harry.

They marched back to the house, and Uncle Vernon took out the key, and opened the door. It was pitch black inside, and Aunt Petunia quickly went to pull the switch to get the light on.

As the ceiling light flickered on, they were met with a horrible sight.

Three men dressed in black had just stopped prancing about, and looked up. They looked at each other, and all three of them raised their guns.

Aunt Marge, shrieked, and fainted. The men sneered. Uncle Vernon moved in front of Dudley, trying to block him from view, but it was all in vain, as Dudley was twice the size of Uncle Vernon. Harry and Dudley stood, still as stone, not knowing what to do. Aunt Petunia shrank from view, into a corner.

"I AM GOING TO CALL THE POLICE NOW!" threatened Uncle Vernon. Harry would have laughed if the situation hadn't been so serious. 'If only I had my wand' thought Harry. Harry had no idea how to make his accidental magic work. The situation was hopeless.

The three men laughed. They knew it was an empty threat. The phone wasn't even in sight. They laughed on. And soon, one of the men raised his gun, and pointed it at Harry.

"Say your little prayers!" snarled the man, as he pulled finger back, ready to let go...

"WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA DORMANSIO!"

Harry looked up. The three men were now suspended in midair, and their guns fell to the ground, as they began to snore.

Harry looked around. Who had performed the spell? Harry saw Uncle Vernon and Dudley's eyes pointing towards the same area. Harry's eyes followed their eyes, and finally settled on the figure of Aunt Petunia, her right arm outstretched. And in her right hand, carried a wand.

"PETUNIA! EXPLAIN THIS!" yelled Uncle Vernon.

"Mom?" asked Dudley, as though he was unsure of who she was. Petunia, looked at her audience.

It was then that Harry sank out of his thoughts. He personally agreed with Uncle Vernon, and opened his mouth to speak. But what came out wasn't just a talk.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" roared Harry, as he looked at his aunt, "SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!"

The Dursleys all flinched at the loud roar. They looked at Harry, and wondered how he could have had a voice as terrible and loud as that. Aunt Petunia looked at Vernon, and then at Dudley, and finally, her eyes rested on Harry.

"I-I supposed I got to explain this," came the timid voice of Aunt Petunia.

"THE HELL YOU DO!" screamed Uncle Vernon and Harry at the same time. It was rarely that that the two ever agreed on something, but now, the two looked at each other, and nodded.

"Li-Lily and I both got the letter from Ho-Hogwarts when we were little. I-I-I was a student there, like Lily. But, Lily loved it there. She loved ma-magical things. I hated it. It was after my second year, that I dropped out of the school. I wasn't expelled, so my wa-wand never got snapped," said Petunia.

"Go on," said Harry, calming down. Uncle Vernon heard, but looked at her in disbelief.

"I hated the magical world. There were so many bad wizards running around. One of them, V-V-Volde-demort. He was on the rise. And he hated us Mudbloods. I was tortured by him, along with Lily. We were kidnapped. It was during my second year that it happened. I made my request to Albus Dumbledore, and he nodded, and disliked my reasoning. Lily, she was strong. She could care less about the torture we endured. I-I couldn't. I had started to despise magic. I loathed it. I hated everything that had reminded me of the Wizarding World. So, when I dropped out, I made a request to Albus Dumbledore. I demanded that he'd erase all my memories of ever coming to Hogwarts. He said yes, but this kind of memory charm would be different. It was going inside my memory, and searching for the memories, and replacing it with new ones. So instead of everyone and me thinking that I went to Hogwarts for two years, their memories were also replaced with my memories. Everyone's memories had changed. But Albus said that he couldn't guarantee that this memory charm would stay for me. But I didn't care. And I should have. It was starting from last summer, that my real memories had started going back, and the first thing that I had remembered, were what Dementors were. I accidentally said it out loud, and to cover it, I told you that I had heard my sister's husband telling her about it. And now, most of my memories have come back. It's only with my own memory, since I'm the main person of this spell. Lily requested to not have the memory charm of me, so she knew about my memory charm, along with Albus Dumbledore," finished Aunt Petunia, tearfully.

"SO...So...Do you mean to tell me that you're part of...their lot?" questioned Uncle Vernon, sharply.

"Yes," replied Aunt Petunia, her head bowed.

"Well, you've renounced their world, didn't you?" asked Uncle Vernon.

"A long time ago, as I've said. Today was different. I carried my wand ever since my memories came back. Today, I saved you all!" yelled Aunt Petunia.

"True, true. I will forget that this ever happened. And, what did you do to them?" asked Uncle Vernon.

"I put a levitating spell on them, along with a sleeping spell. They'll be waking up in about an hour. Call the police. When the three men wake up, they won't remember what I've done to them. Let's tell the police that you snuck up on them, and hit them each over the head with a frying pan. That'll work," said Aunt Petunia.

"You're a coward. I've been tortured far more than you. That's not a very good reason to stay away. You're hiding from them," said Harry.

"That's true. I don't care! I'd rather live as a Muggle! It's far more safer!" screamed Aunt Petunia. Uncle Vernon patted her back. Harry had forgotten all about Dudley. He looked around, and there was Dudley, sitting on the floor, eyes wide and shocked. And he turned around, and saw Harry.

"Is that what the lady meant when she said that my mom 'failed her part in the story?' " asked Dudley. Harry thought back to it. Yes. This must have been what Geldrelline meant.

"Probably. There's nothing else significant. This must have been it," said Harry. Perhaps Dudley wasn't such an idiot after all. Uncle Vernon looked in confusion. Aunt Petunia looked strangely at Harry.

"You've both seen Geldrelline?" she asked. Dudley and Harry gasped.

"Ho-How--"started Harry and Dudley both.

"She told me I wronged a line right before the memory charm has been placed. Don't worry about this Vernon. It's nothing. Don't say a word of this to Marge. Tonight's events NEVER happened. I'll be calling the police now. She'll soon come to," said Aunt Petunia.

Harry and Dudley nodded. They all sat in the living room. After a couple of minutes, the police arrived, and asked them some questions regarding the three burglars. One of them took a look at Aunt Marge, and sent an ambulance for her. It seems that it would take some time for her to come out of her shock. As the police and ambulance left, the four sat in silence.