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Author: Lady FoxFire
R - English - Drama/Angst - Reviews: 789 - Published: 12-30-01 - Updated: 07-08-03 id:521965

Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter series nor do I make any money off of this fanfiction. And trust me right now I wish I did.

Bad Author Notes: Good victims are so hard to find. You won't believe how many people I go through in trying to finish one simple little chapter. **Pulls a body out of the way** I ask them to read this simple little thing and they go 'sure why not' next thing they're dead. Hell asked someone to read something is better than… oh what's that damn curse. **shrugs** Oh well.

Headlines and Letters

By Lady FoxFire

June 24, 2002

Daily Prophet

All the News the Wizard Community Needs

THE BOY WHO LIVED MISSING? DEAD?

Reported by Cat Matson

On Sept 1 as hundreds of students boarded the train for Hogwarts, no one noticed that one student was missing. That the Boy Who Lived wasn't among those happy students returning to school. It wasn't until after the Welcoming Feast that anyone noticed that Harry Potter was not at Hogwarts.

The Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, immediately notified the Ministry of the Youth absence. However, it wasn't until late the next morning that anyone from Ministry was sent to investigate. But they did not arrive at Potter's residence to find the missing boy but rather to reverse what was assumed to be a case of accidental magic. Furthermore they were to deliver the necessary paper work to expel young Mr. Potter from Hogwarts.

When the members of the Accidental Magic Reversal Department arrived at the residence Potter shared with his family, they discovered that the house had been ransacked and the family had been turned into animals.

Upon later investigation it was revealed that two unknown wizards had broken in and searched the residence. Furthermore these wizards tortured the family in an effort to learn of Potter's current residence before changing the family into beasts.

The official statement from the Ministry is that Potter ran away a week after returning home. However, many in the Ministry believe that either Potter or some unknown wizards created a false memory for the family and that Potter is, in fact, hiding for the crimes he has committed.

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CORRUPTION IN THE MINISTRY?

Reported by Kindra Coates

Death Eaters freed? The innocent sent to Azkaban? Payoffs involved in the Boy Who Lived disappearance?

Trust in the Ministry is beginning to wane as more and more questions are being asked about how Minister Fudge is running his Ministry.

It has recently been revealed that after the fall of You-Know-Who, a large number of accused Death Eaters were freed without trial by order of Minister Fudge. It is this reporter’s belief that the only reason these accused criminals were freed was due to the fact that they were all rich, pureblood wizards.

Now many of those released by Fudge are once again being linked with the renewed Death Eaters’ activities.

While Death Eaters were being freed, did the innocents get sent to prison? In the case of Sirius Black, famed murderer and follower of the Dark Lord, the answer could be yes. Many are questioning the reasons why Fudge ordered Black to be imprisoned without trail.

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THE SECRETS AT THE POTTER'S RESIDENCE!

Reported by Ardeth Bay

Had the Savior of the Wizard World been abused most of his life? Accusations have arisen that Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, has been mentally, physically and possible sexually abused for most of his young life by the last of his remaining family.

Documentation provided from an undisclosed source points to the fact that while Albus Dumbledore was responsibility from the boy's safety from all forms of magical attack, the Ministry of Magic was required per the agreement to maintenance a surveillance at all times.

When this reporter asked to review the reports on Potter's home life, I was first informed that the reports did not exist. Later I was contacted by a member of Fudge's staff and informed that the reports were classified until Potter's thirtieth birthday.

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~*~

The soft sounds of the neighborhood waking up filled the master bedroom on the Dursley's residence.

Mumbling in his sleep Vernon rolled over onto his stomach, his arm reaching out for his beloved Petunia. His eyes slowly opened after his arm had flopped around in a vain search for his wife. "Petunia? Love?" He croaked out as he propped him self up on his elbow? "Dearest?"

Rolling out of bed and onto his feet, Vernon's hand automatically began to scratching his ass before adjusting himself. "Pet?" He called out as stumbled over to their private bathroom for a look inside. "Must be cooking breakfast." He mumbled to himself as he stumbled out of the bedroom. "Damn boy. Should have drowned him when we found the little bugger."

"Take that you..." drifted out of Dudley's room. Vernon made his way over to his son's bedroom. Bleary eyes, he opened his son's door and peaked in on the boy. "Nice tight ass. You're such a good fuck Harry." Dudley moaned in his sleep.

"That's my boy." Vernon said with pride as he shut the door. Smiling to himself, Vernon walked down the stairs, his head held up with pride at the thought of what a fine young man his son was growing into. "Petunia, my sweet? Where are you?" he called out

Vernon wandered around the house call his wife before finally making his way into the kitchen. Sticking his head, he opened the icebox and once again called out to his wife as he grabbed the milk. Slamming the door shut as he chugged the milk from the bottle, he finally noticed a letter on the door of the icebox.

Dear Vernon,

By the time you read this letter I will be making my way out of the country for parts unknown. Don't bother trying to find me.

I realized that you were playing a dangerous game when you started to encourage your son to play with that freak. I knew that they would not let anyone get away unpunished once they found out what you did. And they will find out. There is no way you could have hidden it from them. Not unless you kill the boy and now that's even too late.

I decide that I wasn't going to let them find me. Therefore I'm leaving you and your son. I've taken my share of our savings- this includes the stock and the money you embezzled from the company.

Did you really believed that I won't know about the embezzlement or that you were playing hide the salami with you secretary, Mr. McDonald? I had a long talk with Ronald a while ago about you and your sick habits. I knew about the business trips and the sudden expenses you've had over the years. You were never fooling me.

You were always a lousy fuck in bed. My other lovers were always more passionate, more willing to indulge me in my dark desires. It was a struggle every night to crawl into bed next to your bloated form, to perform my wifely duties with you. You're were never concerned with my enjoyment, only your own sick pleasure.

Therefore, Vernon, I leave you with the house, the car and that worthless piece of fat you call a son. He was once a bright wonderful child that you twisted and corrupted with your vile disease. I wash my hands of you, of your son and of my sister's brat.

May you find forgiveness with whatever you believe in because you won't find it with those freaks.

Petunia Evans

"Petunia?" Vernon's lips began to tremble as he reread the letter again and again. "PETUNIA!!!" He cried out to the heavens before leaning his head against his folded arms on the table. His body racked with sobs.

~*~

The door opened onto a room lit by the light from the fire that was playing cheerfully in the hearth. A short balding man with thinning colorless hair entered the room, a silver tea set balanced in his hand. Shutting the door silently behind him, he padded over to the fireplace where a chair and table sat.

Placing the tea set on the table, the man poured a cup of tea into the fine bone china. "My Lord." He said in a firm voice as he handed the cup to the man hidden in the depths of the chair. The balding man stood tall, his shoulders thrown back with pride as he watched the fire, waiting for his Lord to speak.

A hand snaked out from the chair and placed the cup once again to the table and picked up the paper on the platter. The sound of the paper being unfolded filled the room for a second.

Time seemed to slow down as the Lord read the paper. "Wormtail?" a commanding voice emulated from the chair.

"My lord." The balding man replied.

"Summon my men." The voice said with a trace of worry. "My enemy is missing and I want him found."