When the knocking on the door came, the Dursleys were beyond frustrated, after having to explain to the police that Vernon was only defending his home from trespassers and having to wait for the boy to wake up and clean the huge mess in the kitchen, finally they were able to get some sleep, until that infernal noise came.

"What do you want," Vernon shouted. "Do you have any idea what time it is," his voice carrying over the neighborhood, as the sun barely peaked over the horizon.

"Nope," Xenophilus said happily. "I'm with the Quibbler, and we're doing an expose on Harry Potter, is he free for an interview."

Vernon began to sputter angrily as his face turned violet. "NO!, the damnable child has no time for an interview, you and your freaks have done enough, now get off my property," the obese father said as he slammed the door in Mr. Lovegood's face.

"Bad news," Xenophilus said as he entered his living room to see Rita sitting with a cup of tea looking like Death warmed over, having just awoken minutes ago. "The nice gentleman said Mr. Potter isn't available for an interview, it's a school day so that makes sense, I'll try again on the weekend," Xenophilus said as he sat down to begin writing the day's edition of his paper.

Rita spit out her tea. "He said Harry Potter was there then," she asked excitedly.

"Not in those words," Xenophilus responded. "He said the damnable child has no time for an interview. That could be any child then," the wacky wizard shrugged.

Rita groaned and planted her head on the table with a loud bang. "Why, why can't this just be easy?" Hoping that the situation would have resolved itself quickly enough that she wouldn't have to spend too much time around Xenophilus.

At the Dursley residence, Harry didn't know why he was being beaten again, he knew he made a mistake dropping the pot the other day but he cleaned it up. "Boy if you don't keep your freakishness down, you're going to be in even worse trouble, now get ready for school, you don't want Dudley to be late."

Slowly rising off the floor Harry clutched his side as he tried to stitch his ribs back together using that strange power of his. He was hungry and exhausted but he knew that loafing about would just cause him more problems so he begrudgingly got himself ready for school, at least he could pretend to pay attention and hope he gets to eat his entire lunch today.

His walk to school however left him feeling uneasy, as if someone was watching him closely, but he couldn't see anyone there.

"Okay that's clearly a powerful young wizard," Amelia muttered to herself under an invisibility cloak. She had decided to follow the child just to see if there was any thing substantial she could see about the child and every so often he would look right in her direction, showing that he was aware of the presence of someone, even hidden. Which meant he was able to passively project his magic around him, a trait that is taught in the advanced stages of duelist practice to prepare for what spells your opponent might use. But for a child to do so and seemingly constantly showed a wellspring of untapped power and potential.

Dudley noticed that his cousin wasn't paying much attention as they walked so he took the opportunity to slug him in the back of the head, toppling the boy forward. "Haha freak, that's what you get for wasting all that food last night."

Harry slowly picked himself up off the ground as he felt anger welling inside, he was tired, hungry and sore, the last thing he wanted to deal with was his loud cousin and a throbbing pain in his head. Glaring at Dudley, Harry's hair began to whip around as the leaves in the trees rustled as if a sudden breeze had appeared.

Dudley, despite being a fat tub of lard, realized what was going on and booked it away from his cousin since he knew that when Harry started to get really angry strange things happened. And if he stuck around bad things tended to happen to others nearby.

Amelia stood stock still as she watched a very impressive display of accidental magic, it wasn't directed towards anything so it manifested as a dispersal but the amount of magic he was capable of projecting was intimidating especially for someone who as she guessed has never had a day of training in his life.

As she saw him enter the school, she used that time to disapparate back to the Lovegood home. "If that's not Harry Potter, then by Merlin we're looking at the next Albus Dumbledore," she declared to the others who were seated around the table.

"Who's Harry Potter papa," Luna asked as she squirted an unholy amount of chocolate syrup into her small cup of milk.

"Oh he's a boy that rebounded the killing curse at the last Dark Lord," Xenophilus answered.

"Neat," Luna said as she stirred the thick mixture in the cup before licking the spoon and happily smiling. "I wonder if he's cute," she mused.

"No daughter of mine is dating any boys, not until they've toppled a government," Mr. Lovegood declared.

"Okay, I'll just satisfy myself with girls until then," Luna said as she skipped away, drinking her chocolate concoction.

"If you ask a single question," Rita pointed her finger at Amelia who had several questions.

"Anyway, it's clear he's being at least bullied by his cousin," Amelia said as she sat down in an open chair. "However, we need to get proof, something the masses can't ignore that would force the ministry's hand."

"What if," Xenophilus raised a finger.

"Does it involve any creature that cannot be found in Newt Scamander's, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them?" Rita rolled her eyes having found that asking him about mythical beasts did nothing to stop his insane ideas.

Slowly Xenophilus lowered his hand and rested it on his lap.

"Oh what if we just get them to attack Harry in public, then no one could deny it," Rita suggested.

"Do you really want to subject him to more harm?" Amelia questioned.

"No, I really dont," Rita sighed as she knew that plan would fail because she'd be letting the young wizard get more hurt, which they were trying to prevent.

"What if you just kidnapped him," Luna asked. "Someone's going to come looking for him eventually, right?"

"That would be highly illegal, the minstry would come down harder than," Amelia started to explain why that wouldn't work before she came to a realization. "If they don't believe that Harry Potter is really there, if he went missing, they wouldn't be able to say so without admitting he was there."

"And then they'd have to investigate him and find out all the abuse, since they don't need any permission to potion muggles since they have no rights," Rita cheered. "Yes, they would be forced to confess and then and then."

"What would we do with Harry then?" Amelia slowly said as afterwards how would they go about explaining how they got to Harry in a way that didn't get them also thrown in Azkaban.

"We could use a duck," Xenophilus declared.

"A duck?" Rita questioned.

"You mean a nurse daddy," Luna giggled.

"Yes those things. Always getting mixed up," Xenophilus reasoned. "I just called up an old friend who owes me a favor and ask her to do a check up on a child, they think it's for my little Pumpkin, and we bring her to Harry instead."

"That plan, is," Amelia thought through it. "Not insane."

"Great, best plan of the bad plans, let's do it," Rita clapped her hands happily. "Who's the witch?"

"THE QUEEN'S PERSONAL DOCTOR!" Amelia roared as she angrily grabbed the front of Xenophilus' strange robes and shook him violently. "That's the nurse who owes you a favor!"

"Yes," Mr. Lovegood answered.

The dignified witch stood and watched the display. "Xenophilus, I was expecting your sweet little daughter to be my patient, why exactly are we waiting outside a muggle suburb?" she inquired as she held her bag.

"I'm sorry Mary," Xenophilus said. "But these ladies here think the boy in that home is being, absurd."

"Abused," Rita groaned as she corrected him. "That's not just any boy, Madame, that's Harry Potter," she pointed to the home behind her.

"Really, that's interesting," Mary's eyebrow arched. "Well, I guess it would be pointless to try and argue, I will go and check." she said as she strode confidently up to the door. Knocking three times, the witch waited patiently on the doorstep.

Petunia opened the door, let out a squeak and slammed it once more. "Well that was certainly rude," Mary hummed cheerfully as she rapped her knuckled on the door again. "Excuse me, my name is Madame. Poppins, I am Physician to the Queen and I have been asked to assess the health of one of her citizens," she loudly declared.

"Go away," Vernon shouted to the door. "I have my gun, and if you do not leave, I will shoot," he declared nervously.

"Well that just won't do at all," Mary said as she tapped a piece of parchment. A few minutes later a half dozen police cars arrived on the scene.

"Hello Madame," the Chief Constable said as he and his men walked up to greet the woman. "What seems to be the issue that we received a missive from the Lord Chamberlain himself?" he inquired.

"Well I have on good authority that a citizen of her majesties kingdom requires aid, and is in this home," she pointed to the building behind her. "Unfortunately, one of the residents has armed themselves and will now allow me entrance."

"Really now," the officer said as he and a dozen of his men stormed up to the door. Slamming his fist angrily on the door and announced himself.

Vernon's response of not so politely telling them to sod off, was taken at face value and after they dragged the fat man onto the lawn and handcuffed him. The Queen's Physician and others could enter the home safely.

"And where is the boy himself?" Mary asked as she saw that the mother was keeping one child close to her chest as the officers stood in each room.

"There," Rita pointed to the cupboard.

Mary blinked rapidly for a moment before rushing towards the small door under the stairs. "There are locks on this," she grunted as she tugged at the metal. "WHY ARE THERE SO MANY LOCKS ON THIS?!" She screamed loudly, her volume startling everyone in the building. "Chief Constable, what you see here is classified, any word of this will see you tried for treason, do I make myself clear," she turned and glared at the man.

"Of course Madame," he cleared his throat. "Men, take the family outside and wait there." The Chief Constable ordered as his men quickly brought Petunia and Dudley outside.

"Alohamora," she said as she jabbed her wand at the lock, causing them to fall to the floor with a clank.

"Blimey," the constable gasped as he saw real magic.

Wrenching open the door, and lighting her wand, Mary gasped in shock at the child who had huddled as far as he could in the crawlspace. Slowly she lowered the wooden stick and looked up at the other magicals who were standing behind her. "That is Harry bloody Potter, that is," she said her calm and refined demeanor vanishing in an instant.

"Do not let him leave," Mary said as she snapped her fingers and disapparated.

"So, that was," The constable asked.

"Yes, magic," Amelia said. "It's a secret, so don't tell anyone."

"Alright then," the constable nodded as he knew that if he didn't know about this until now, it was important to stay secret.

"Madame Poppins," the Lord Chamberlain gasped as he fell out of his chair when the Queen's Physician suddenly appeared in his chambers. "What is," he started to ask as he watched her sprint out of his room. "Well it must be important than," he said as he pushed away from his desk and followed.

"Betty," Mary called out as she burst into the dining hall, scaring everyone inside half to death. "Betty," Mary said as she ran over to the Queen. "You, have to, need help," she said as she wheezed from running through a castle, something she hadn't done in quite a number of years.

"Mary, what is so urgent that you?" Queen Elizabeth started to ask before Mary grabbed onto her.

"No time, before the Bearded One catches on," she panted as she used a codename for a particular individual.

"Well," Elizabeth said as she stood. "Seems I am needed on urgent business," she said to those in the room. "Mary, if you would, take me where I need to be," she commanded.

As soon as they stepped out of the room, knowing that all guards were to never reveal what they see in the castle, Mary disapparated the Queen right back to the home.

"Your Majesty, I present, Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, and who might have single handedly saved the entire world from a Dark Lord," Mary gestured to the cupboard under the stairs.

Gracefully Queen Elizabeth knelt on the cheap faux wood floors and looked into the cupboard. "Hello Harry," she gently called out. "Do you know who I am?" she asked.

Slowly Harry nodded. "You-you're the Queen, your Majesty," he said as he tried to bow.

"Harry could you please come out, I would very much like to speak to you," she asked as she extended out a hand to him.

Carefully he put his own hand on hers and crawled out of the small, dark space.

"That's better," she smiled. "Now do you know why I am here?" she inquired.

Harry quickly shook his head. "No, you Majesty, I don't, I'm really sorry though," he said as he couldn't bear to look her in the eyes.

"You have done nothing wrong," Elizabeth smiled at the nervous child. "Now how about we all go into the living room and sit down," she offered to the group.

Nodding Harry slowly shuffled with the adults into the room. "What about my Aunt and Uncle and Cousin," he asked.

Elizabeth looked to Mary who nodded. "They will need to answer to what they have done, likely," Mary suggested.

"Very well, Constable, are the other residents able to be present," the Queen asked.

"Yes your highness," the constable nodded. "I will retrieve them now." He quickly stated as he went to instruct his men to bring the three back inside the home. Which surprised everyone who had been outside that the Queen herself was sitting in this home.

"Thank you gentlemen, I do believe that will be all I will have need of you for now," Elizabeth smiled at the officers.

Bowing they quickly filed out and waited on the lawn.

The Dursley's looked at each other nervously before Vernon shouted. "Whatever the boy said is lies, he's a menace, can't be trusted."

"That is enough," Elizabeth barked out. "You will only speak when spoken too, do I make myself clear," she said forcefully.

Slowly the muggles nodded their heads, knowing they were in trouble but unsure how they got in trouble. "Now, would someone like to begin," she looked to the witches and wizards."

"I, your highness," Rita squeaked. "A few days ago, I was in a cafe, I got off work, and just wanted to, that's irrelevant, I'm sorry. I, saw a family of muggles, I mean, them," she pointed to the Dursley's. "So I followed them home, which is illegal, I know, but I didn't get caught, until I did, I mean," Rita stammered.

"Take a breath," Elizabeth instructed. "I am in no rush.

"So-sorry mum," Rita chuckled nervously. "I saw him," she pointed to Harry. "He, they were abusing him, they beat him, they worked him like a slave, if he didn't do something to fix himself, I was worried he would die."

"Harry," Elizabeth looked to the young boy who was trying to look as small as possible. "Do you know what she is talking about. Do they beat you," she asked poiting to the Dursley's

"O-only if I make a mistake," he quietly said.

"What is a mistake," she inquired further.

"If I make a mess, or raise my voice," Harry said quietly.

"Mhm," Elizabeth nodded, knowing there was more to the story than what the young boy was willing to admit. "And that something you did to fix yourself, do you know what she means by that?"

Slowly Harry nodded.

"Can you show me," she asked.

Nodding again Harry got off the sofa and went to the kitchen, returning with a large knife. This alarmed everyone in the room who prepared to act. Harry quickly slashed the blade across his arm, letting out a yelp of pain and dropping to the floor, spilling blood as it gushed from the cut.

"No," everyone shouted in surprise, before Harry looked up at them with tear riddled eyes.

"Se-see, I can, fix it," he grunted as they watched the wound close rapidly before slumping over due to exhaustion and hunger.

"Constable, arrest these three," the Queen ordered as she stood up. "Mary take him to the palace, he will need immediate treatment." Looking to Xenophilus, Rita and Amelia. "I do not know what you were here for, but do what you came to do, and then you will be joining me at the palace. There is going to be a lot of explaining."

"Yes, your highness," everyone in the room declared, except for the Dursley's who squeaked in fear as they knew that the what they were all in was so hot, it was magma.

Author's Notes: Well I decided to take this story off the rails to see what happens.