3 PRISON FOR U ψಠᴗಠ

--- Time Skip ---

Well, the officer called over some more people, including an ambulance to bring me to a hospital to help me with my arm. That was the first time I ever rode in an ambulance, so that was fun. Except for the bouncing. That hurt.

I indeed had a dislocated shoulder. It didn't hurt as much to get it fixed as I was thinking. The doc took a look at my shoulder, and basically just massaged/pushed it into place. It was still sore, so he gave me some light pain medication to take for a few days.

The same doctor that took care of my arm also did a whole physical to see if there was anything else wrong.

And he did find more.

Cuts, bruises, and malnourishment. As well as plenty of old scars. Fun fact: according to the doc, an average 10-year-old is about 32kg. I am 25.2 kg. A ten-pound difference may not sound like a whole lot, but I am very underweight for my age. It's about 21% mass that I'm missing.

Looking at his face at that time, I could see some pity. I don't need his pity though. I am still going strong.

Also, I don't know where they would have brought me to stay the night, but I requested to have a motel room for a few days while they sorted everything out. They agreed on letting me go there as long as an officer was there to keep an eye on me.

It wasn't an expensive motel, but the beds were SO much better than what I had before. I decided to just lay in bed all day watching telly, but the next day, I had to go out to meet with a psychiatrist.

I was expecting that to be really awkward, but she was nice. Definitely knew what she was doing. I talked about my time at the Dursley's house, and at school. She managed to keep a kind face on at all times, though I could still feel her heavy displeasure at hearing my stories due to my empathy.

I told her how I was often kept in my cupboard, wasn't fed too often (Even when I did get something, it wasn't good. Or very much.), how I was called a freak by Vernon and Petunia, how I was beaten for my "freakishness", and how I was isolated at school due to Dudley. I also told her about Dudley's "Harry Hunting".

'I really hated when they did that. They chased me around and just beat me up when they caught me...'

The day after that, on June 25th, the police arrested my aunt and uncle on the charge of child abuse. They got testimonies from the neighbors and school staff. They also got the doctor and psychiatrist to come talk about what they discovered. It was pretty uncomfortable for me to watch them pick apart my home and school life and emotional state, but I just sat there trying to keep a straight face.

All in all, it was not a good picture for the Dursleys. The judge sentenced them both to 10 years in prison, and Dudley was sent to some military boarding school over in Liverpool.

Nothing magical happened during this time, though. I was somewhat expecting Dumbledore to show up and do something, but nothing.

Now that I think about it, in the original story, there was a squib named Arabella Figg stationed next door to keep an eye on me by Dumbledore.

But I've never met anyone like that... or heard of them...

Odd.

--- Present (30th June 1991) ---

Right now, I'm in the police cruiser driving to the foster home that is going to be taking care of me. Presumably until I get the Hogwarts letter. Driving is the same guy who responded to my call and came to the Dursleys'.

"Harry." The officer called out from the front seat. He offered to let me sit in the passenger seat, but I refused. It may have been physically more comfortable to sit shotgun, but I feel less of his emotions being in the backseat instead of right next to him. I may be able to block out his emotions, but it is still annoying, so I let my defenses down most of the time.

"Yeah?"

"I just wanted to tell you a bit about this home we're going to."

"Ok."

"So. First of all, it is located in Hampstead, and it's run by Mr. and Mrs. Culvers. I've been friends with them for a while. I really think you'll like 'em." He gave me a rather forced looking smile.

'I can still feel his anxiousness.'

I roll my eyes.

'Why are you so nervous all the time? It really bothers me man.'

"Is there anyone else besides the Culvers?"

"No, it'll be just you and the Culvers."