In Little Whinging things meanwhile were not so peaceful.
"Where is that little freak? He should have made breakfast. And to not be home before nightfall, I will show him. If he thinks I will tolerate his behaviour any longer, he is dead wrong." Vernon ranted.
Petunia nodded, but was concerned. What if something had happened? They had always kept the freak from a doctor or hospital. But what if he had been in an accident and the doctors found the boy's scars on his back? They would think that they were the ones at fault, when the freak had it coming. Just when the Dursleys had finished the opulent meal, the bell chimed. Petunia let the dishes rest in the sink and went to the door. When she opened it, there stood two policemen.
"Good morning, are you Petunia Dursley?" One of them asked.
"Yes, I am." She said.
"We are Officers Vasparion and Thornston. We are here in official function. We have been told to get all personal belongings of your nephew, Harry Potter, that are kept in this house and take them with us. Here is the official document. Your nephew had been removed from your family and been placed as a ward of the government after Doctor Ickings found significant signs of child abuse on your nephew. From his confessions to the doctor they were caused by your family." Officer Vasparion said glaring at her.
Petunia paled. That was bad. While the police wouldn't be able to prove many things, the scars on the boy's back were a damning sign of abuse.
"Please step aside, we have an order to search your house for all evidence pointing at the treatment your nephew got while you were his guardian." Officer Thornston said, holding up another document.
Petunia could do nothing but obey.
"What is going on, Petunia?" Vernon yelled from the kitchen. Then he saw the two policemen coming into the house.
Petunia returned to the kitchen and sat down.
"They told me the boy has been removed from us under the charges of child abuse and that he is a ward of the government for now. They are collecting all of his possessions that are in the house and are also searching for evidence how he was treated here. Some doctor examined the boy and initiated the process." She said.
"What? That ungrateful little freak!" Vernon thundered.
The policemen in the corridor just shook their heads. From what they had seen so far, the house didn't look like there was even a second child living here. Only the fat boy and his parents. Not a single photo of Harry Potter was there. When Thornston went upstairs, Vasparion stayed downstairs to keep an eye on the family so they wouldn't compromise evidence. He thought the fat man was capable of doing that.
Thornston came down after a few minutes.
"In none of the rooms upstairs is any sign, that the boy lives there. There are five rooms, bath, bedroom of the parents, bedroom of the son, a guestroom that definitely hasn't been lived in for months and a smaller room where masses of broken toys are stored, but that doesn't hold a bed. Or a cupboard." He reported.
Vasparion then looked at the cupboard under the stairs. The boy couldn't have meant that cupboard? They didn't want to believe that somebody would keep a child in a cupboard, but now it looked like these people did. He walked over and opened the door of the cupboard. On the floor was a small mattress. There were a few broken tin soldiers on a shelf and some too big clothes were stored in a corner. There also was a training suit for a child that matched the one they had been shown the boy had worn when Professor McGonagall showed him around London.
On a higher shelf there were cleaning supplies in bottles. He turned on the flashlight and looked for more evidence. There was a small scrap of paper pinned to a hard to see part of the cupboard. A child had written the words 'Harry's room' on them. This was unthinkable.
"Thornston, I need a camera." Vasparion demanded.
His colleague immediately handed him the camera and Vasparion started taking pictures of the inside of the cupboard. When he had everything documented, he collected the clothes and the tin soldiers. Those obviously were the boy's. He closed the door and glared at the Dursleys, who shrank back under his glare, well except for Dudley. He couldn't understand why anybody would make such a fuss over the freak.
"Mum, I want to see TV." He wailed.
"You will stay in the kitchen with your parents until we are finished." Vasparion ordered.
"WHAT? But why, it's only the freak's things you are looking for. And the only things he has are in the cupboard. Why can't I see TV?" Dudley shouted.
The two policemen were disgusted with how the boy behaved. It was more than obvious that these two were completely unsuited as parents. They would also have to check their bank statements to see if they had got a stipend for Harry Potter's care. If they did, they were also guilty of embezzlement of funds.
"Madam, we need the name and address of the doctor you took your nephew to for his vaccinations, his vaccinations documents and all other official documents regarding the boy." Thornston looked at Petunia.
She was horrified. They didn't have any of those. They hadn't wanted to spend money on the boy, so he never got those vaccinations. They hadn't thought it would ever come out.
"Ah, you see, when Petunia was on her way home from the doctor once with Dudley some thug stole her handbag where the vaccination documents of both boys were in. So, as after that time no new vaccinations were necessary we don't have any documents." Vernon tried to solve the problem. "And when we got the boy, he was just left on our doorstep at night, I have to say not very responsible, there were no official documents."
"I see. And you never thought to remedy the situation? Every municipality has copies of birth certificates and the like. It wouldn't have been hard to inform the municipality of Little Whinging of the situation and ask them to get the respective documents from the boy's former home town. And every doctor can reconstruct the last vaccinations for us, so we just need the name or in case you changed doctors over time names of the doctor that has examined the boy over the years." Vasparion said.
Vernon deflated. He hadn't thought of that. Now things would really be bad.
"I see. Where is the attic?" Vasparion asked.
"Why?" Petunia asked.
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