Entry: Friday, July 31st, 2015

Vernon decided to teach Harry to cook today. It didn’t end well, and not for the reason you might think- not for the reason I expected this morning. And the part that gets me is that I warned him.

I warned Vernon not to go too far.

Yet he did.

I watched the recorded footage from the kitchen cam we’ve been using to make sure Harry is stealing the right foods during the night to get a healthy diet.

The poor boy had all sorts of injuries. Burns, kicks to the face and ribs- he had at least two dozen broken bones when she arrived, and Vernon had still been going at it.

And she… well, she was about the same age as Harry. Popped out of nowhere, right next to him, then… trashed Vernon. I still remember the scene clearly- at that point, I was in the hall, approaching to make sure Vernon wasn’t going too far.

Petunia sighed, walking briskly towards the door. It sounded like Vernon was letting loose- and he usually went too far when he did that.

Quite suddenly, there was a high, terrified squeak that wasn’t high enough to be Harry… then there was a sound like a cannon and the whole house shook to the backdrop of the sounds of shattering dishes.

Then she heard Dudley’s scream of terror.

She bolted forwards, thrust her way through the unlocked door. Had a cabinet-?

No. A cabinet had not collapsed.

The kitchen table had. Dudley was still seated at his spot- but the table was no longer in front of him. It had been snapped in two by something landing across the middle of it- by Vernon landing across it. He was face-down in the valley formed by the two halves, bleeding and unmoving, his arms both twisted behind him in unnatural ways. Bits of glass, bacon, and eggs splattered all over the ceiling and walls indicated that the table had been set when he’d been slammed down on it.

Near the stove, Harry was standing, mostly unhurt and quickly less hurt, thanks to the girl standing in front of him, straightening bones, vanishing bruises, and even mending clothes with the smallest wave of her hand.

“Remember, ask Gringotts about your Estate Guardian,” the girl told Harry… then she vanished into thin air.

Continued: Friday, July 31st, 2015

The ambulance crew were amazed that Vernon had survived being used as a club. He’s at the hospital now; they said he’ll probably live, but won’t be leaving their care any time soon.

True to Dumbledore’s letter a few years back, though, nobody even bat an eye at Harry’s clothes- Dudley’s old castoffs.

Author's Note

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