Author's Note: I apologize for the tardiness of the update. Okay, okay, it is very late, I know. I'm just too busy and I have problems that need to be solved and… you don't care. Well, I know this chapter is not the greatest. It does, however, contain important information. Hope you enjoy it.
Oh and I do not own Harry Potter. =/
How To Disappear
Steve Anderson did not like Little Winging, he concluded as he saw the empty streets and the vacant space there. He wondered why Shaklebolt had sent him there. Right, it was something about Potter and his family. Why they had chosen him to go there was a mystery. He knew he wasn't one of the best aurors around; yet, they had chosen him to complete this assignment.
"Might as well get over it," he ringed the doorbell and prayed Potter's family did not have a dog. His left cheek was still hurting since the last time he had to visit a muggle family and found himself running away from a dog.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Dursley; I'm Steve Anderson, Auror for the Ministry of Magic. I'm here on be-"
The door had shut down so fast he thought the woman in front of him had been part of his imagination. But then he noticed someone looking through the window and hide as Steve approached it. Did she expect him to quit so soon? Muggles.
"Listen, I don't want to be here, but I was sent to and if I don't do it they'll kick my arse. I just have to get something from you, muggles, and I can leave-"
"Be quiet! Come in. I wouldn't want the neighbors to start talking about this. Hurry up; I don't expect you to be here all day."
Steve entered the home of Petunia Dursley. He felt sick; they were too neat for him.
"What is it? Why are you here? I thought we got rid of your people the day he left my home."
Was this woman high or something?
"I was sent to check the area and retrieve something from Mr. Potter's room. It will just be quick and is for your security."
"Security from what? I thought that madman had left us all already. I have had enough of you people. Go! I don't want you here anymore. Go!"
"Ma'am, you don't understand. There is something terrible happening right now that's why I have to search the house. I was just sent here to get something from Mister Potter's, now please excuse me or I'll be forced to use magic on you. I have been given permission."
He saw the fright and Petunia's eyes as he spoke. She swallowed slowly and tried to regain her posture, but it wouldn't come back. "He used the second room to the right. But no one has been able to enter it. I don't think there is a way to open it. We've tried everything."
"Don't worry about that. I know the right spell for it," he started walking up the stairs. "Oh, I almost forgot, here is the warrant for the search." He threw a piece of parchment to her and hurried up the stairs.
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When Steve entered the office, he regretted not completing his assignment.
"WHAT?" He saw his superior, Shaklebolt, talking to someone on the fireplace. "Tell me this is some mistake and some of the muggle terrorists are doing it -- Are you sure? - Bloody great. Fantastic.-Floo Lupin, he has to know about this--- Yes, yes, I'll talk to the boy. --- Don't worry, I'll figure something out. Thanks. Keep me in track of everything--Anderson, hope you have good news for me."
He knew Shaklebolt was head for a reason; he could sense anything from a fair distance.
"Sir, I went to the Dursley residence and-"
"Did you find it?"
"No, sir. I searched-"
"Get Auror Kennedy. Tell him to go with you and look for it again-"
"Sir, I think they were obliviated. Their kid was acting funny. He needed help going to the bathroom. Missus Dursley tried to cover it up by saying something about him and poxing*, a sport those muggles do. Well, he just didn't look right, sir."
"Take Kennedy with you and search the area. You might find something new. I'll send Auror Tonks and her squad as soon as I get hold of her."
"And the journal?"
"I just hope they haven't gotten a hold of it yet."
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"I want to see him! Get me out of here! Where is my son?" Petunia Dursley started to sob.
"Ma'am, your son is in St. Mungos, the healers are taking care of him at the moment. We believe he has been obliviated," Shaklebolt explained.
"What does that mean?"
"We think some wizards had attacked him and erased his memories. That would be the main reason of his estrange behavior."
"But-he told me it was because of a boxing fight."
"We are taking care of it now. We have reasons to believe it really happened. Some of our aurors searched your house and found traces of magic. Anderson, the man that you met this afternoon, made sure your husband has been notified of what is happening. We are doing everything we can in order to have your son healthy. Can you tell us where your husband is so we can inform him about your whereabouts?"
"I haven't seen him since- since Dudley had the boxing fight, two days ago."
Just then the door opened and a tall man with shaggy black hair entered the room. "Aunt Petunia."
"You!" There was more fright in her voice than anger. "Looked at what they did to my Dudders. They made him crazy! Crazy! The day you left my house I prayed to be left alone to finally get rid of you but you just keep breaking the peace. You and your people."
"Aunt Petunia, I know you are upset, but please keep your voice down. They are going to do anything for Dudley; I've already taken care of the money. I had no idea they were going to return to Privet Drive. I really am sorry for what happened to Dudley."
"I had hoped that when we welcomed you into our house you would become a better child, not a freak. But I see that we can't help it."
"Welcomed me? Welcomed me! You mean all those years I slept under the stairs were because you love me? Because you had welcomed me and given me place to sleep? You never welcomed me into your home. You never acknowledge my presence." He took a deep breath before he could lose his magic. "I've already taken care of Dudley. You shouldn't worry about him; the healers are doing everything in their power."
He walked towards the door, but stopped. "This is the last time you will ever see me, I'll make sure of that. Have a good life Aunt Petunia, mum would have wanted that."
Harry waited for Shaklebolt in his office. He was playing with a remembrall when the door opened and in came Shaklebolt along with Lupin.
"Potter."
Harry stood up, conscious of the fact he had dropped the remembrall. "Sir, I need to know what's going on."
"Sit Potter," Shacklebolt took a flask out of his jacket and gulped the liquid that was inside. The war had affected him greatly as he had to take medications daily in order to have energy. Many cruciatus curses had been sent his way during the battle; it had left him unconscious for two weeks. He still had not gotten used to the flavor.
"What happened to my cousin?"
"Harry," Lupin spoke, "we believe your cousin was attacked by Death Eaters, or avengers of the Dark Lord. They went to Privet Drive in search of an object that belonged to your mother."
"What did they want?"
"Your mother's journal. Harry, your mother was a bright witch, we all know that. She liked researching, no, I lie, she loved it," Lupin smiled as he remembered his days in Hogwarts. "She became a member of the Order because she was a very intelligent witch and she helped us discover new spells and potions.
"Harry, your mother worked with Snape. They were a good team, to tell you the truth. She would write in her journal all the discoveries they made. When we went to Godric's Hollow, we could not find the journal. You know how worried we were? The discoveries were so incredible that it could be used as Dark Magic; that is how strong they were. This afternoon, Shacklebolt send an auror to get the journal from Privet Drive, but it wasn't there. We have reason to believe it has already been taken by the Death Eaters."
"Like obliviating my cousin?"
"Yes and they also performed one of the spells on your uncle. Harry, your uncle was victim of the Evanui Somes spell. Your uncle has disappeared, in all sense of the word. The spell makes the person disappear physically; probably thrown into another dimension."
"Does my aunt know?"
"No. She believes he has left on a business trip or something. Pretty soon, she will start to forget him. All traces of him will disappear; no one would know Vernon Dursley ever existed."
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*Steve meant boxing, but since he is a wizard, he forgot the word and made one up.
Valia
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