Anyway, you were right, Hagrid couldn't have done anything either this time or the last time when Moaning Myrtle was killed. It actually turned out to be the same person both times ironically enough though that's a bit of a long story to put in a letter. For the moment, let's just say that it was a very scary memory that was at fault along with a ponce who horribly mistreats his house elves. I know that Hagrid's not in Azkaban anymore but…if you wanted to clear Hagrid's name from his first conviction too then feel free to use this memory of my talk with Myrtle about how she died. (Shiva told me how to extract the thing and that you'd have a court pensieve able to play it. I still think this is weird but then again I think a lot about the Wizarding World is weird.) I can't believe nobody ever actually asked her! This should be more than enough to clear Hagrid.
And yeah in case you're wondering, I did see you when he was arrested. I know you seemed pretty happy about the Aurors when we met and Amelia seemed somewhat reasonable but if being an Auror is going to beat you up inside like it did that day maybe you should reconsider? It was fun seeing you with your hair spiked and colored and bouncing around like the devil couldn't care. But watching you in Hagrid's hut didn't feel right. You should do what makes you happy and keeps your hair lively Tonks.
So this letter is getting longer than I had planned. Hope you're good.
-Harry
P.S. Just to make sure you get some color today: Nymphadora.
Harry finished off his letter with a smirk and tied it to Hedwig's leg. He gave his owl a pet and fed her a few slices of bacon. She hooted at him in thanks. "Remember, Hedwig, after you drop this off with Tonks hang around Shiva. She'll take care of you until things are done. No point in annoying the Dursleys more than we have to." Hedwig nipped at his fingers and bobbed her head. "Good girl. One more slice of bacon for the road?" The owl eagerly gobbled the proffered treat, hooted a quick goodbye and took to the air.
"Who were you writing to, Harry?" Neville asked.
"Tonks," Harry said. "I wasn't sure how much Susan told her Aunt and I rather doubt Dumbledore will do anything to help Hagrid so I figured I'd let Tonks know at least."
"That was a good idea, Harry." Hermione flashed a smile at her friend. "I suppose we should get on the train."
"Probably, yeah."
"Well this summer should be better than the last one at least, right?" Hermione said as they walked onto the platform.
"Hopefully," Harry nodded.
"Harry, remember," Neville said, "If you need anything at all send for me or Hermione. And if we don't hear anything after two weeks then we're coming on a rescue mission ourselves this time."
"We've already let the twins know as well," Hermione chimed in.
Harry laughed. "Thanks guys. You know, for the first time I'm actually looking forward to going back there." He gave one last glance at the castle smiling. With any luck, this would be one of the best summers he had ever had.
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"I thought you said Aunt Marge wasn't coming for another week," Harry groaned as he set the dinner table. Aunt Petunia had just informed him that Uncle Vernon's sister was coming over early. The horrible woman was now going to arrive just time to have one last hurrah with Harry before he could escape the clutches of this family forever.
Aunt Marge and her dogs were quite possibly the worst among his relatives. Uncle Vernon mostly just yelled and occasionally hit him. Dudley just beat him and scared away any potential friends. Aunt Petunia waged emotional and psychological warfare but was somewhat reserved. Aunt Marge pulled no punches. She did everything she could possibly get away with to Harry and he had realized several years ago that at times she did actively try to either have her dogs kill him or get him to kill himself.
Needless to say Harry had no intention of going to this dinner unprepared. Screw the Underage Magic laws. He had his freebie back if he needed to use it. He stuck a Concussor, a Lockpick, a Boomstone and a Ninja into his belt slots. Shiva had owled to say the Legal Guardian paperwork would be done tomorrow. Aunt Marge was not going to screw this up for him. Harry wasn't planning on firing the first shot, but he would make sure that he'd be the one firing the last.
"Her plans shifted, boy," Petunia sniffed. "So add that last place setting like I told you."
"You know I'm leaving tomorrow. I don't see why you want me to come to this dinner knowing none of you will ever see me again," Harry said with a scowl. "Can't you just let me have one final night of peace here? We both know Aunt Marge is going to be horrible."
Petunia sneered in response. Harry supposed he should be thankful she hadn't flung the spaghetti pot at his head like she had done a few years ago. He shouldn't have badmouthed Marge. But…he was almost out. It was so hard to keep watching what he said to his relatives…
"I'm so glad you finally placed that boy into the system correctly, Vernon," Aunt Marge said sloshing some of her wine as she patted her brother's arm across the table. Harry glared at his plate counting down until he would be allowed to leave. "St. Brutus' is an excellent first step. I only wish you could put him where he truly belongs."
"As do I, Marge, dear," Vernon agreed nodding.
"Prison may be extreme in some cases but with this…child's antics it is the only appropriate response. He has been nothing but trouble for you and Petunia!"
"Too right," Petunia said. Harry's scowl deepened. This woman was related to his mother? It was almost enough to convince him to never have children.
"That's not quite how I handle things with my dogs though of course."
"What do you mean, Aunt Marge?" Dudley asked shoveling more food into his bottomless pit. Harry smirked at the idle thought that perhaps Ron and his cousin would get along smashingly. Or they'd kill each other over the last plate of food. It was a tossup.
"Well the brat is obviously incurable." Aunt Marge lifted a pudgy finger at Dudley. "One of the puppies in Ripper's latest litter was the same. Completely rabid, unable to be trained or controlled."
'Is she seriously comparing me to a rabid dog?' Harry thought idly. It would almost have been funny if she hadn't been so serious about it.
"Now I didn't just put that dog down. I put down the bitch as well. It's certainly not Ripper's fault that his spawn had issues. But the instability had to come from somewhere." Harry's brow furrowed and he clenched his hands. She couldn't possibly be about to… "If there is a problem with the bitch, there is a problem with the progeny. You put them both down for the good of everyone. You can't let freaks and crazies and rabids like them continue their lines. Any who would shelter them should be put down as well. Because only those who have no morals would possibly defend such an obviously broken and awful existence!" Marge slammed her glass back and leered proudly at Harry. His teeth were clenched and his muscles locked. It was all he could do to hold the table and push the magic that was threatening to flood out back down.
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