The Rebellion

All characters, and other related texts are the intellectual property of J.K Rowling, and her associates as the copyright holders. I have made no money from the publishing of this story.

Authors Note: I am updating and fixing some problems with chapters 1 thru 26 as of 4-6-09. After all is cleaned up, I will post chapter 27.

Chapter 1: Back to the Dursleys

Harry Potter strolled through Kings Cross station with the Dursleys following behind him in a very sour mood. Vernon Dursley had just been told, in no uncertain terms, that he would not be abusing Harry anymore by Mad-Eye Moody. Harry couldn't help but grin about Vernon backing into a full trolley when Moody had threatened him. Still though, Harry was in a depressive mood at the death of his Godfather, Sirius Black. He still blamed himself and others, including Dumbledore, and his secrets.

"Secrets, fuck um", Harry said under his breath as they reached the Dursleys car, thinking back over his entire school year.

"Come here boy, put your junk in the back"! Vernon exclaimed, while opening up the boot of the car with a grimace.

"What...What did you say Uncle Vernon, I didn't hear"? Mumbled Harry.

"I said, PUT YOUR JUNK IN THE CAR you little FREAK"! Exclaimed Vernon, who was now red-faced.

That did it, all the hatred, all the anger about loosing Sirius came boiling to the front forcibly in Harry’s' mind. He started to tremble, then shake. As he did, the car started to vibrate, the doors slammed shut, a slight wind started to whip about Harry. The Dursleys began to back up against the car at this and stare at Harry with their mouths agape. Harry narrowed his eyes at Vernon and pointed his finger directly at him.

"Listen you fucking fat tub of lard, I've had it with you and your abuse of me. If I didn't have to go back to your ruddy house, and live like a bloody house elf, I wouldn't. However, I'm forced to because of my pathetic and jealous excuse of an aunt’s protection, which I'm sure she's never explained to either you or Dudley. Maybe we should just have her tell us all about that now in front of all these muggles"?

His aunt Petunia turned very pale, then she noticed a few people staring at the scene, made a slight whimper, and proceeded to snap her mouth shut, with a gulp for good measure, looking left then right to see who may have seen her in an abnormal situation. Finally she spoke.

"Vernon, not here, not now"!

"But Petunia"? Vernon whispered back, clearly dumbfounded, and which was a normal thing for him Harry thought.

"Harry, just put your things in the car so we can go......please", Petunia added after a thought.

"We will speak more about this when we get home boy"! Vernon growled out.

"Oh, I'll be glad too." Then turning his glare to his aunt, "That is if aunt Petunia does", stated Harry.

"Let's just hurry on shall we", Petunia said glaring at Vernon and Harry with a look of finality.

Harry proceeded to load his trunk along with the cage containing Hedwig into the boot of the car after Vernon reopened the rear door. Once Harry was sitting in the back seat beside Dudley, he had to squeeze against the door in order to have enough room to breath due to the girth of the behemoth next to him. 'How could someone eat enough to obtain that size', Harry thought to himself. Then he thought that Dudders could easily do it due to the amount he ate, especially as lazy as he was. 'What a pathetic waste of flesh', Harry thought. Eating was his next worry, or how much his supposed family would feed him during the summer. After this little argument, he wasn't looking to be fed for a week, or maybe longer. 'That's all right', he thought to himself on the way home, 'I wont fucking cook for their arse’s either. Nor, he thought, will I be doing any other chores like their fucking slave. It stops today'.

When their car finally rolled onto the driveway of number four, privet drive, Harry finally noticed Vernon for the first time since the trip back to Surrey. He looked apoplectic, putting it simply. His fat head and neck was a shade of puce, a vein bulging with his heartbeat at his temple. Harry new the argument would continue inside the house, or maybe before, as Vernon turned around and gave a final glare at Harry over the front seat. When Vernon finally threw his door open, he growled, "All of you, in the house, now".

Harry slowly got out of the car and calmly went around back to retrieve his things. Vernon quickly slung open the rear door to the boot, all the while looking like a massive volcano about to erupt. He was ready to open his mouth, no doubt to degrade Harry, when Harry noticed Mrs. Figg standing in her front yard across the street watching what was taking place.

"Hello Mrs. Figg, fine day isn't it"? Harry said quickly.

Vernon turned sharply and saw Mrs. Figg looking at him with a frown on her elderly face. His mouth snapped together like a steel trap, and changed to a trembling smile with gritted teeth. One could tell Vernon was trying to hold it together as there were no way his neighbors would see anything un-natural or freakish while he was around.

"Mrs. Figg, thank you for taking care of me last summer when all that trouble happened". Harry stated evenly while looking back to his uncle and aunt with a mischievous smile. He set his trunk and Hedwigs cage down on the driveway, and walked across the street to where Mrs. Figg stood. As he approached her, Mrs. Figg could tell all was not well.

"Harry dear, is something wrong?" asked Mrs. Figg while she looked back across the street at his so-called family. Their fake smiles couldn't fool the old woman, as she knew Vernon Dursley. She turned back and looked at Harry with worry in her eyes.

Harry bent over the elderly woman and whispered under his breath, "It's Vernon Mrs. Figg, and he's already starting trouble, even though Remus and Mad-Eye warned him".

Mrs. Figg reached up her elderly hand and patted Harry on the cheek and whispered back, "I'll inform the Order at once, and you go inside straight to your room. I'll come over as soon as I make a floo call".

Harry looked at her with unshed tears wanting to escape his eyes and said loud enough for his relatives to hear him, "Thanks Mrs. Figg, I would enjoy a visit anytime".

He then walked slowly back across the street, picked up his trunk and Hedwigs cage, then slowly walked towards the front door. The Dursleys were waiting on the front porch with the door open by this time, waiting to get him inside as fast as possible.

As soon as the front door had closed, Vernon grabbed Harry by the hair of his head and forced him against the wall in the hallway. "What did you tell that batty old woman, I demand to know now you insolent little freak"?

Harry thought quickly, "I merely was thanking her for helping Dudley and myself after we were attacked by those Dementors last summer".

Vernon pushed Harry to the side causing him to stumble then shouted, "YOU DID WHAT"?

"I told you what I said, are you deaf? By the way, she'll be over in a few minutes for a visit." Harry calmly stated. He knew he needed to buy some time.

Vernon again looked like he was going to explode, and before Harry could react; he backhanded him, busting his bottom lip. At this point, Harry landed on the floor of the front hall on his bum. He quickly pulled his wand from his sleeve, where he had taken to carrying it, and aimed it directly at Vernon’s head and grinned.

Vernon backed up then, and growled out, "You can’t use that here, you'll be expelled. We know your freak of a Godfather got himself killed, and you'll have nowhere to go, so wipe that grin off your face"!

Harry quickly stood and took a step forward while growling back, "How did you know about my Godfather"? Then he proceeded to spit the blood rising in his mouth from his busted lip out onto the rug at the door.

Vernon grinned menacingly, "Why that bloody old fool that is over that freakish school of yours sent us a letter".

"Vernon"! Replied Petunia the first time she spoke since they went inside.

"Is that so", replied Harry looking at each of them. Well, that explained the fat bastards brave behavior, thought Harry, when a loud knock sounded at the door. Petunia paled, and Vernon suddenly became that shade of puce again as he stomped towards the door, slinging it open. There, in the door, stood Arabella Figg from next door, Remus Lupin, and a pissed off Alastor Moody.

Remus looked at Harry who now had his wand by his side, then at his lip, which was still bleeding. A frown came across his face as he asked, "Harry, all you all right"?

"I am now Remus; Professor Moody, Mrs. Figg, thanks from coming ". Harry said as he nodded to each.

Moody looked at Vernon and made a low growl. That was all it took, and Vernon showed what brains he had at that one moment by exclaiming, "Get away from my house, you bunch of filthy freaks"!

Moody quickly took off his bowler hat, holding it by the brim, and slung it at Vernon’s face. As Vernon put his hands up to deflect the object, Moody shoved his staffs blunt end into Vernon’s stomach thoroughly knocking the wind out of him. Petunia screamed, and Dudley ran forward only to stop dead in his tracks as Remus aimed his wand at him.

"Dudley, you wouldn't want another tail like the one you had, and maybe some ears to go with it would you"? Remus asked. Dudley proceeded to grab the seat of his fat arse with both hands, and run into the kitchen while whimpering for all he was worth.

"Now see here", Petunia exclaimed and then clamped her moth shut as Moody’s magical eye rolled around in its socket to stare directly at her. She quickly backed against the wall and kept quiet.

Mad-eye Moody then hobbled across the floor to where Vernon lay trying to gain his breath back while Remus shut the front door behind them. Moody placed the toe of his staff against Vernon’s throat, and his metal foot came down across several of the fingers of Vernon’s right hand lying against the floor. A sickly crunching sound came forth as Vernon whimpered, cowering where he lay. Harry had never seen Mad-eye Moody this upset.

"I've fought many a dark wizard in my time, killed several actually, but never have I hated anyone more than one who abuses a child. Those I generally just blasted away to be done with um". Moody stated so calmly and coldly, it scared Harry to the core.

"I didn't do anything to the boy". Vernon whimpered.

"Oh, I see", growled Moody, "That bloody and cut lip happened by itself did it? Your a liar Vernon Dursley, and a poor one at that!"

Vernon started to rise up, and Moody shoved the toe of his staff into Vernon’s throat pinning him back to the floor with a glare that should have set Vernon on fire.

"What should we do with him Remus, flay him alive? Maybe castrate the bastard to take some of the meanness outta him?" Moody asked as Vernon whimpered.

"No, we should report this to the proper authorities. There are laws against child abuse, it carries a long term in prison, or so I've heard. They'd take their little Duddykins and place him in a proper foster home too, might even straighten him out also". Remus said looking down at the piece of filth lying sprawled on the floor beneath him.

Moody steeped back from the fat slimy pig on the floor, and withdrew his wand, aiming it at Vernon as he turned to look at Harry.

"Harry! What do you want us to do with this waste of human flesh? We could bring him before the Wizengamot you know, the laws are MUCH stricter there". Mooney asked then turned back again to glare at Vernon with an evil looking grin. "Maybe a good stint in Azkaban with the Dementors would put him in his place"?

"NO, YOU CAN'T"! Cried Petunia finally cutting Harry off.

"Well Petunia, you will be held responsible too you know, you let your husband do this to Harry". Said Remus, "Plus, I'm sure using Harry’s' memories, along with his medical records, and testimony from the medi-witch at Hogwarts about his previous abuse; you'll both be sent away for a good long while. Of course, they'll place Dudley under the care of the Ministry. He'll be placed in an orphanage until they find a foster family to take him".

Harry couldn't help it, he snorted at this. Oh, he knew what they were doing, scaring the mortal daylights out of all three of his pathetic relatives. So, Harry finally chimed in,

"He'll just have to stay in an orphanage then, as I highly doubt anyone would want him, the way he acts, and as much as it takes to feed the fat lummox".

Remus snorted at this, "Your probably correct Harry". Then he said to Petunia, " All this over your petty jealously towards your sister".

"How would you know anything about my sister"? Petunia exclaimed as if she was affronted.

"Why didn't you know, I was one of your sisters and James best friends. Oh yes, I know all about you. So do several at the Ministry who were also their friends. I would venture to say, how could I put this politely, they would be glad to see you".

"Draw and quarter her you mean," Harry muttered under his breath.

Finally, Moody gave a sweep of his wand from floor to ceiling at Vernon and said " Mobilicorpus " causing Vernon to shoot up and bang into the ceiling. Moody calmly limped thru the door to the living room dragging Vernon behind him, ignoring the loud bang when Vernon’s head hit the door facing as he was dragged through. When he set down, he uttered "Finite", and Vernon came crashing to the middle of the floor. Petunia rushed over and knelt down by her husband.

Harry, Remus, and Mrs. Figg followed, and were seated. It was the oddest-looking bunch ever seen in the Dursley’s living room.

Moody turned to Harry again, "Harry, what do you want to do"?

Harry thought for a moment and finally answered. "Well, as bad as I hate to admit it, Petunia is my aunt by blood, and hasn't really abused me physically, though I know it's not right what she has done. I still feel beholding to her for taking me in when she didn't have to and, if Vernon were sent away, they wouldn't have any way to support themselves. I'm not sure why I'm saying what I'm about to say, but I'll let them off this time." Petunia’s shoulders dropped as if in relief. "However", and they jerked again, "If they ever do anything to me again, my mind will absolutely change".

Remus stood and walked over to where Harry sat, placed a hand on his shoulder, and gave it a slight squeeze. He looked into Harry’s, or in his mind, Lily’s eyes and said, "Are you sure this is what you want Harry"?

Harry looked Petunia in the eye and replied, "Yes, Remus, at this time it is".

"Harry", said Moony as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a necklace, "Take this necklace and put it on your neck; you will be the only one able to remove it. It has a charm placed on it to monitor you for any type of danger at all times. If you're in immediate danger, it will portkey you directly to headquarters. If you feel threatened though, just press it with your finger. It will call me directly, and I will apparate here at that moment to your side." He then trained a glare at both senior Dursleys, "If I do have to show up again, you will regret the day you were born Dursley." Finishing with a cold calm tone, pointing the toe of his staff at both, his eye rolling around madly in its socket.

Remus then turned to both Dursleys, "I take we made our point perfectly clear this time"?

Both Petunia and Vernon looked up at Remus and nodded. Then, with a great embarrassment, a loud farting sound hit the room, with the smell of raw sewage. Everyone looked at Vernon who had turned red to his ears; his eyes squeezed shut, and dropped his head in shame. He had shat himself.

"This also includes any actions against Harry by that spawn of yours in the kitchen who’s hiding with his tail between his legs. No, I take that back, he had that removed didn't he"? Remus remarked. Petunia let out a small squeak and nodded her understanding. Vernon was too embarrassed to move.

Moody gave a loud snort, and what looked to be a grin with his scared mouth, and said, "Dursley, you may want to take care of that problem soon before it stains your rug"! Remus, Mrs. Figg, and Harry all hid a grin.

Remus handed Moody his bowler hat back, reached out his hand and helped Alastor to his feet. Mrs. Figg stood, looked at both Dursleys, shook her head with a frown at them, and walked to the door waiting for the others to follow.

Mrs. Figg glanced at Harry and said, "If you ever need me Harry, I'm just across the street. Feel free to come there at any time, day or night, your always welcome in my home".

Remus and Mad-eye joined Mrs. Figg at the door, but before leaving, Moody turned to Harry and pointed at the necklace. Harry took it then and placed it around his neck, grinning back.

Harry stood, then went to the door where Remus hugged him close and whispered. "Harry, you’re like my own cub and I'll see you, I hope soon, at the Weasley’s or at headquarters". That brought a tear to Harry’s' eye, and Moody gave him a pat on the back with a wink. Remus then placed his wand tip to Harry’s bottom lip and healed it with a healing charm.


The three members of the Order of the Phoenix turned and walked out the door, closing it softly behind them. Harry, without another word, picked up his trunk, along with Hedwigs' cage, and preceded to walk swiftly up the stairs, to his room, where he shut the door firmly behind him. His only thought at the moment was to wonder how long this peace would last.