Stranger In A Strange World by Theskyatdawn2

Chapter 4

For the next six weeks, I read everything, went outside and practiced spells. The handy little thing about me was I had an eidetic memory. I memorized everything I could get my hands on, even information I found in the family library. It was a total cram session. I absorbed as much as I could. Wherever I went, my Vin followed me. I pretty much just carried him around in the beginning, he was so little for a Mainecoon Persian. He had his little growth spurt in six weeks.

I figured now I had my wand I would practice repeatedly, as much as I could. It is hard to duel with only targets, I need an opponent. I need someone to teach me apparating and how to fly on a broom, also. I tried once to fly and got a sore butt in return, I'll wait.

I was thinking, I would like to go and see if I was related to Harry by blood in this world at the Ministry of Magic. Maybe, if I was, I could help him get away from a terrible childhood. I decided I would go first, to the house on Privet Dr, under a concealment spell, to look in on Harry and see if I could record with a magical vid, a spell I found for recording, of any abuse he was enduring there. I'll be damned if I can't save that boy, I will if possible.

I had Dilly and I under a concealment spell as we walked up and started looking in the up and downstairs windows. I was searching for any glimpse of Harry. After a couple hours, I got what I came for and it truly broke my heart.

Harry was standing just inside the door to the kitchen and I watched Petunia back hand him across the face screaming at him,"You worthless piece of trash! You're nothing, you hear me, nothing but a freak! Your stupid parents left you for garbage! Now get upstairs and get in the tub you filthy bugger!" How does a two and a half year old bathe himself without supervision and help? To say I was pissed off was minor.

Dilly and I drifted to the upstairs bathroom and watched the little tiny boy close the door and take off his clothes. I can't describe the sight I saw accurately through the tears. His body had bruises from head to toe. He had a diaper rash all over his legs, waist, hips, crotch and bum.

I didn't wait. I went straight to The Ministry of Magic, marched in there and demanded to see the Minister himself. They got all condescending and tried to blow me off, until I dropped my name. You have never seen so many people get off their asses in your life. My family must be influential, big time.

I was ushered into a conference room and made to wait 60 mins before Barty Crouch, the current Minister, finally walked in like he was a big shot. I rolled my eyes.

"Well Lady Blackthorne, what can I do for you today?" in such a superior voice. I was getting fed up with this treatment.

"Well, Minister Crouch, thank you for leaving me waiting for an hour, before troubling yourself to even make it in here to see me. You have truly demonstrated that you think you are so much more superior than myself even though I own 2 seats on the Wizengamot and 35% of the monetary funding of the functions of this government. You can say I pay you over one third of your salary. Can you say as much? Hum? By the way my name is Lady Arianna Blackthorne-Gaunt, remember that will you next time?"

"I...I am so so...sorry, Lady Blackthorne-Gaunt, wh...what may I do for you?" in a muttering stutter. I think I scared him somehow. Let's see how much.

"I want access to all records pertaining to James Potter in lineage correlation to myself. I also want the Ministry Department of Records to be here immediately or someone who deals with the registery of magical children. Next, I want a full investigation into why Sirius Black never received a trial but was sent to Azkaban. If that is not a violation of someone's civil rights and procedures, what would be?" I sickly sweetly smiled at him. I knew it was he who did that to Sirius.