Kingsley was unable to keep the award ceremony quiet. He was sure he'd pay for that in some, hopefully, small way. Harry had been proving lately that he was his notorious father's son. He had become extremely careful of his privacy and anyone who tried to encroach found themselves pranked. Therefore Kingsley was rightfully worried about his person. He hoped that with sharing this award, even though it was public, he would see a reduction in the prank evilness. He had, after all, thwarted the idea of a ball and that should count for something. Harry was even now sitting on the stage with Molly Weasley at his side. Both had solemn faces but neither looked angry. He hoped that boded well for him as he stepped up to the podium.

"Welcome one and all." Kingsley began his first address as Minister for Magic, "We will start with a moment of silence after which the names of all who died during the battle from the side of the light will be read."

The moment passed and Kingley read through the list, "Everyone on that list will be receiving an Order of Merlin First class." He had to pause for the applause, "Next as I call your name please come up and receive your Order of Merlin Second class. This is for all of those who fought on the side of the light during the battle."

He read off another list of names, including his own name, each person received their award and a hug or handshake from both Molly and Harry. The names were called in rapid succession so it didn't take too long to accomplish the task. When it was finished he began again.

"We have all seen the posters of Undesirable No. 1 and No. 2 which bare the faces of our hero and one of his best friends. We, however, had our own Undesirable No. 1 and No. 2. The pictures we would have put on those posters are the faces of Voldemort and Bellatrix Lastrange. Undesirables had a bounty of ten thousand galleons each. Voldemorts bounty was also ten thousand and Bellatrix was one thousand. So we have decided to award Harry twenty thousand galleons and Molly eleven thousand galleons."

The crowd cheered, whistled, applauded and stomped their approval. It was deafening for several minutes while Kingsley tried to get it back under control enough to say, "And the Order of Merlin First Class."

Again the cheering started while they stood and received their medals to the flashes of cameras. Kingsley found himself at the Burrow when all was said and done. He sighed in relief as he took a cup of tea from Ginny and found a seat on the couch.

"That was a surprise." Harry took a seat next to him.

"I tried to keep it as short as possible and still cover everyone." Kingsley defended himself.

"And the money?" he asked.

"I couldn't give some to Molly and not to you." he shrugged, "Besides I got them to drop the idea of a ball along with it."

"I suppose that's a good excuse." Harry relented, "I'll just take my revenge quietly then."

Harry stood and left the minister to think that over. In all honesty Harry had only been teasing the man. But he was pushing this 'bother me and I'll prank you' idea George had given him. It would hopefully keep everyone from mobbing him.

The idea for revenge had stuck in his head in the weeks since George had helped him start his privacy campaign. It made him wonder if he could really seek revenge from those who honestly hurt him. His mind drifted. Voldemort was most responsible for the pain in his life, but he was dead. Dumbledore was responsible for a good chunk of it too, but he also was dead. The Dursleys were the third on his list and they were alive and well, thank you very much. They were now first on his list. Followed by Fudge, Umbridge and those death eaters who had escaped justice again. He'd worry about those in Azkaban if they ever got out. He had enough to begin with.

"Harry?" he heard his name.

"Hmmm?" he looked up to the worried face of Hermione, "What?"

"I was trying to ask what has you thinking so hard?" she offered with a slight grin as they were sitting down to dinner later that week.

"I doubt you really want to know the answer to that." he replied, "You may be called as a witness later."

"A witness?" She asked, "For what?"

"For what I acted like during my plotting for revenge." He replied calmly.

"It wasn't that bad." she huffed.

"What?" he looked at her thinking how would she know.

"The ceremony this week wasn't that bad." she explained, "He even got them to forget the ball."

"Oh." he understood, "No Kingsley is good. I will let him sweat for a while though. What I'm planning now will be for things that really call for revenge. Scream for it even."

"Can I help you prank the Dursleys?" Ron and George asked together.

"No." he held up a hand to forestall their argument, "Theirs will be muggle punishment not magical. You can help with Fudge, Umbridge and anyone else I can think of."

"I'm not trying to stop you." Arthur interrupted, "But you must be careful."

"We are not going to end up in Azkaban." Harry tried to assure him, "Nor will anyone be permanently damaged."

"I do hate that woman." Molly sighed, "We know they deserve much more than what they were sentenced. It was a disgrace to let them off like that. But we can't take the law into our own hands.

"Why not, isn't that what I had to do last time?" Harry quirked an eyebrow daring them to argue with him, "Besides I'm after humiliation not death or pain and they've had fair warning."

"How do you even believe that?" Hermione asked.

"Have you seen the Prophet this morning?" He asked.

"Yes it had all the articles about the award ceremony." she answered.

"But did you read the whole paper?" he asked, "Did you read the article about Fudge and his lack of time in Azkaban?"

"No." she frowned, "I didn't see it."

"Ron would you mind?" Harry asked as he smiled a very false smile at Hermione.

"Not at all." he picked up the paper and turned back to the article, "I'll just paraphrase shall I?" Hermione glared at him, "Rita asks Fudge if he is afraid of what Harry Potter has in store for him. He replied what do you mean? He has pranked people for a lot less than what you did to him. I expect your prank to be full of vicious humiliation and possibly pain. Why would he do that to me? I'm an upstanding citizen, blah blah blah. The articles you had us print a few years ago calling him an attention seeking liar, blah blah blah. I'm sorry, I'm sorry please don't hurt me, blah. Blah. Blah." he finished and closed the paper.

"Fair warning." Harry stated nodded towards Ron but still his eyes were on his female friend.

"Fine they have fair warning." she agreed, "But the Dursleys know nothing."

"If they haven't figured out that I'm coming for them its pure stupidity." Harry glared at the table, "People who do what they did should expect their victims to do something."

Harry stood and left the house to walk in the garden and cool off. Molly was the one that stopped Hermione from following, "He'll tell us in time. Let him breathe for now. We already know more than we did."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"This is the first that I've heard him admit that they had done something." Arthur answered, "Always before it was just that they hated magic and him. This is the first time he's admitted to being a victim."

"You need to let him do it in his own time." Fleur spoke to her next, "And you must understand that the person he tells may not be you."

"He has told me a few things." George whispered, "I won't repeat what he said because it was in confidence."

"See." Fleur pointed at George, "He will talk when he wants to whom he wishes to speak. You may never know the extent of what happened but be glad he has someone he will talk to."

"But I'm his friend I want to help." she huffed as she sat back down next to Ron.

"If he doesn't want your help then he won't let you." Ron threw an arm over her shoulder.

"You two wouldn't understand this part of him very well." George shrugged, "I understand what it is like to not be loved by a relative. Its not that Aunt Muriel doesn't have a good reason but it's still a similar experience though ours was no where near as bad."

Harry was calmer by bed time. When Hermione tried to apologize he hugged her and said it wasn't necessary and went up to bed. He woke up early the next morning. Molly fixed him breakfast and he left before anyone else got up. She exchanged a short worried conversation with her husband before he left or work.

Harry arrived in the alley he wanted and donned his cloak. He had no problem moving around in the area he had landed as most people were still asleep early on Saturday morning. He walked down the sidewalk and stopped outside a house and looked up. Cats and Keazels lined the porch as they had always done he smiled as the door opened and most of the felines entered. Mr. Tibbles was the last one in as he was still watching Harry through the cloak. He waved at the cat and they both left the positions they'd been in.

The next house he stopped at was the one he was looking for. The lawn was freshly mowed and flower beds were weeded. He thought briefly that maybe he left some magic behind after working them for years. After a few moments he noticed the back gate was open and he moved to look into the garden. Again the lawn was mowed but only half the flowers were weeded. To his amazement he also found Dudley on his hands and knees weeding them.

Harry almost jumped when the back door opened and his aunt emerged, "Here you are Diddykins. Some nice lemonade and a few snacks."

"Really?" Dudley sat up on his knees. Harry realized he was a much trimmer person than he had seen last, "I don't recall you ever offering Harry as much as a glass of water."

"O… of course not." his aunt stuttered, "He didn't deserve it."

"Every person deserves to have their basic needs met." he frowned at her before going back to weeding without taking anything from the tray, "I'll just get a drink of water from the hose if I need anything. You won't smack me for stealing precious water will you?"

The tone he was using with his mother was sharp and full of sarcasm when needed. She stood staring at her son for several moments before turning back to the house and going inside without answering his question. At the sound of the door clicking shut Dudley looked up and gave a grin before pulling a bottle of water from a nearby bush and taking a few drinks before hiding it again. Harry almost laughed but Dudley had begun to talk to himself.

"Ungrateful shrew." he huffed as he went back to work, "Treating some people sub-human just because they're a bit different and teaching me to do the same." he huffed and pulled a few weeds with more malice, "I don't deserve this second chance but I'll make Harry proud even if he doesn't know what I'm doing."

Harry spent the next several days following Dudley around. He was surprised at some of the places they went. First was the school. He didn't realize it was a school right away but that's what it was. It seemed to be a place where people who couldn't learn in a regular school could finish their education. One person worked with him on math, another on reading and comprehension and so on. After school there was a gym where he lifted weights and boxed. It was obvious he had been there many times before and was well liked. Next he went to a doctor's office. This was the real surprise.

"Hi Brad." he took a seat in the room.

"Dudley, how are you?" he asked.

"Good." he nodded.

"So what did you do this week?" Brad questioned him.

"Been to school, practice and I found a way to do some civil service." Dudley grinned, "I started to do part of the work around the house that Harry used to do."

"That's a good start." Brad was nodding, "Did you see your parents and how did you deal with them?"

"Dad was leaving for work and tried to pay me for mowing the yard." Dudley grinned, "I told him he can only pay me what he paid Harry. He frowned and stomped away. Mum tried to bring me refreshments while I was doing the gardens and I refused that too. I said I didn't remember her ever taking Harry anything and she said he didn't deserve it. I told her everyone deserves their basic needs met. Then I told her I'd just drink from the hose unless she intended to smack me for stealing precious water too."

"Confronting your demons." he nodded, "How did you feel afterwards?"

"I felt… better." he shrugged, "I still wish there was some way to take them to court and splash it all over the papers. They think themselves so righteous and they are the biggest abusers I've ever seen."

"Without proof we can't do anything." Brad pointed out, "We can't really call yours abuse. They spoiled you rotten they taught you wrong things but we can't call it abuse."

"I wish my memory was enough." Dudley stated, "I hope he's ok."

"Still no luck getting in touch with him?" Brad asked.

"They just say he's out of reach." Dudley answered, "The military is like that I guess."

"If he's having any difficulty getting over the abuse they'll help him." Brad offered.

"I know, but he's good at hiding when and how he's hurt." Dudley sighed.

"That in itself is a sign of abuse." Brad explained, "If the military thinks he can face too much pain they'll question it too."

"I suppose." Dudley nodded.

"What steps are next?" Brad asked.

"I continue." Dudley said after some thought, "I keep working on school to get my certificate. I work on controlling my anger issues and do a work out when I can't. Stick to the diet and don't let anyone knock me off."

"After school?" Brad asked with a smile.

"University." he nodded, "Still not sure of a field."

"Dudley I'm proud of you." Brad offered his hand, "I knew you could do it."

"I know." he grinned back, "I remember you saying I could."

"Most kids would be blaming everyone but themselves." Brad explained, "While what you did was horrible you were doing as your parents said. The fact that you recognized their abuse and was angry about that and how you participated showed you were ready to face the problems and work them out."

"I just wish I had done it on my own." Dudley frowned, "Smeltings assumed I had quit and wouldn't take me back. No one else would accept me with the record I had. Going to that alternative school and seeing you was my only way out."

"I would like to address one more thing today." Brad sat back, "You've never talked about that year away."

"Harry was involved in some very dangerous stuff." Dudley tried to explain, "There were some terrorists after him and he wanted us to hide until they were caught. I was shocked that he'd think enough of us to want us to hide."

"Because of the abuse?" Brad asked.

"Yes." Dudley looked a tad frustrated, "It wasn't the first time he saved me but it was for my parents. A couple years previous a few bad people tried to mug us. He fought them off. I started boxing after that so if it happened again I could help some."

"Were you angry that you couldn't help fight the terrorists?" Brad asked.

"No." Dudley offered a small smile, "They are so far out of my league it was laughable."

"But not out of his league?" Brad asked.

"No." Dudley continued the conversation for a while.

Harry stopped following Dudley after that. He felt that the changes he had made in himself and his behavior justified letting him off the hook. He had enough work just to counteract all the junk his parents did, Harry adding to it would just be cruel.

Petunia was easy to follow; clean house, book club, garden club and knitting club. It would be pathetically easy to get revenge on her. In fact he wouldn't have to do anything. What he would do to his uncle would trickle down easy enough. But he wanted her to pay in her own right. It had been a week since Dudley had weeded the flowers so he started in the back garden with one plant. A few drips of Neville's fertilizer had the plant very happy. A few days later he added more to the first plant and some to the second one. Harry spotted Petunia bragging to her neighbor a week later

"My flowers are spectacular." she gloated, "You really should come and see."

The woman followed her to the back garden, "My goodness they are. The blooms are massive. We simply must have garden club here next week."

"I'd be delighted." Petunia puffed up. She'd never been asked to host the club before.

Harry kept up the fertilizing until the day of the club meeting. As the ladies arrived they were shown into the back yard. Many were in awe over the display. Petunia had set up a table in the back yard and they were having tea and discussing the plants. Harry had waited until just before time to arrive before he had added the last of the fertilizer. He added enough that within twenty minutes it would begin to affect them adversely. Neville had explained that two to three drips twice a week would make the plants very happy. However if he did more that six drips it would burn the plant up and it would die. He wouldn't tell Neville he was using it to kill the plants and ensure his aunt's exclusion from the garden club.

"What's wrong with that rose." one of the ladies noticed its leaves drooping.

Petunia turned and gasped as the plant wilted and died. Behind the flower was a bag of fertilizer that wasn't a brand the club approved of. He had attended enough meetings to know what was approved. The second plant began to wilt and showed a second bag and so on until they reached the fifth plant which had an empty bag of the fertilizer. Petunia was glued to her chair staring in horrible fascination as all of the plants in her garden wilted and died.

"Well I never." one of the ladies stood, "We don't approve of that fertilizer for a reason. Don't bother coming to next week's meeting."

"If you aren't going to follow our advice I wouldn't think you'd want to." Another frowned at her.

"But I didn't." She tried, "Dudley…"

"Please don't try to blame this on the boys." her neighbor that was in the club said, "Your nephew has been gone for years and Dudley was here weeks ago."

"But…" she motioned at the bags, "I didn't…"

"Come ladies, we're through here." they all left.

During the party Harry was upstairs weaving a ribbon into the neck of her book bag. Any book that passed the ribbon would be traded with one of the trashy romance novels she usually read. His second task had been to replace the knitting bag she used with the duplicate he'd made. It would undo all her work as she pulled it out. Harry made it out of the house in time to see the flowers wilt. Petunia was crying as she cleaned up, he turned and left thinking one club down, two to go.