Chapter 32: Chapter 29
Not giving his aunt a chance to reply, Harry walked into the room, pushed his way around the aging Professor and cut in, "Hold on a second. You knew about all this?!" Harry shook the letter at her swiftly reddening aunt, "You knew what I was and you still lied to me? And what is this about my parent's deaths? You lot told me they died in a car crash."
"Knew!" shrieked Petunia suddenly, "Knew! Of course we knew! How could you not be, my obnoxiously abnormal sister being what she was? Oh, she got a letter just like that and disappeared off to that-that school and came home every vacation with her pockets full of frog spawn, turning teacups into rats. I was the only one who saw her for what she was - a freak! But for my mother and father, oh no, it was Lily this and Lily that, they were proud of having a witch in the family!"
She stopped to draw a deep breath and then went ranting on. It seemed to Harry as if she had been wanting to say all this for years.
"Then she met that Potter at school and they left and got married and had you, and of course I knew you'd be just the same, just as strange, just as - as - abnormal - and then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up and we got landed with you! At least we tried to make sure that you grew up to be normal."
Harry saw red.
He already knew that the Dursleys had lied to him, but somehow knowing the extent of their lies made it a hundred times worse. Rage filled his mind, ripping through his Gamer's mind shields. Suddenly, every object in the sitting room that was not bolted down started rattling. He gritted his teeth, desperately trying to keep himself from literally putting these pathetic mongrels six feet under.
"You sick woman…how could you?! I was your nephew and you just stuffed me in a bloody cupboard, pretended I didn't exist and lied to me for years! Is that your normal?! Is that your damn normal?! Tell me you daft lying giraffe!" The blue vase that stood on a stool near Petunia's seat exploded into tiny shards, slicing open a cut on Petunia's cheek.
"That's enough Mr. Potter." McGonagall said in a clipped tone, ignoring his Aunt's panicked shrieks as she waved her wand, healing the cut on his Aunt's cheek as well as making the pieces of the vase fly together and reassemble back on the stool, "Would you like to step out for a moment and get freshened up? We will be going out in a moment."
Harry simply gritted his teeth and obeyed, knowing that if he stayed in there for one more moment, he would end up deep frying the Dursleys with his magic. Who knew what sort of things the wizard police would do to him? Having seen those Obliviators at work, he was pretty sure he didn't want to find out.
He let himself out of the room before silently apparating outside to the garden window that looked into the sitting room. Crouching down, he carefully strained his ears. He wasn't going to miss out on the conversation where the Dursleys would finally get some of their comeuppances.
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Waving away the screen, Harry focused on what was happening in the room through the window. McGonagall was speaking.
"…protections around your house were based on the crucial fact that Harry would feel at home in his aunt's house till he came of age and found his own home elsewhere. You have been toeing the line when it comes to that. Be warned Mrs. Dursley that if Harry at any point decides that this isn't his home anymore, then any protection you and your family have from some very dangerous people will be gone. You will have to pick up your entire life and move elsewhere."
Aunt Petunia looked far from cowed. She seemed to grow angrier and angrier as McGonagall kept talking until she finally burst out, "We didn't want the freak! We didn't want him to be dumped at our doorstep, but we still gave him a roof to live under and food to eat. He has had far more than he deserves. What more did you want from us? How is that not giving that freak a home?" Aunt Petunia shrieked.
"Well, I'm sure Professor Dumbledore would like to apologize to you for believing in your humanity," McGonagall's voice was ice cold as she stood up.
"I will be taking Mr. Potter and he shall be returning here to stay until September first. After that, you will not hear from him again. We will look into alternative arrangements for him next summer." Her voice grew even colder. "If you mistreat him I will know. If you harm him I will know. If you force him near that cupboard again, I will know."
"Forget about it! Absolutely not! He will not go and you will do nothing about it. Your kind has laws protecting normal people. You can't do jack squat to us you old hag." Vernon spoke for the first time, having regained his voice for the first time since Harry's outburst. Harry couldn't help but wonder from the look on McGonagall's face if he was going to get himself killed because McGonagall sure looked scary enough to do it.
A wave of killing intent hit Harry
Bloodlust detected!
'And there goes Vernon,' Harry thought with a grin.
"On the contrary Mr. Dursley, you'll find that I can do a number of things, most of which will not require me to lift my wand at all," her tone gained a sadistic edge. "I could send your address and your nephew's story out to the wizarding public. Our 'kind' don't particularly like child abusers. And if we are generous and assume that you aren't dead by the time they're done with you, I will release a full statement to the Muggle police. That will make sure that you end up rotting in a four by four cell for the rest of your miserable little lives. So if you feel like it, do feel free to test me." her voice had devolved into a menacing whisper by the end of her statement.
Harry, while feeling rather touched that someone was doing this for him, permanently put McGonagall on his 'do not fuck with.' list. That woman meant business.
Quickly apparating back to the upper step of the stairs, Harry went to the bathroom and washed his face, making himself look like he'd been in the loo this whole time. Then he ran down the stairs and into the hallway, just as McGonagall stepped out from the room and called for him. Together, they stepped outside the house, and ignoring the half-hearted protests of the Dursleys, closed the door behind them.
"We are going to be apparating Mr. Potter. It is a form of Wizarding transport that can be quite uncomfortable at first, so I suggest you hold on tight" She said as she offered him a hand, grabbing her wand with the other and twisted on the spot pulling him with her to somewhere.
She wasn't wrong about it being uncomfortable.
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