United once more

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Harry's POV

After Lily told me that I could go in there and say anything I wanted, I went straight into the kitchen which opened into the dining room.

Vernon glared at me and was about to say something when I cut him off.

"You don't get to speak, uncle. I'm finally getting out of this hellhole. With my parents, my real parents. You can't control me anymore. Yes, I'm different but maybe that makes me special. Not a freak. You cut my self esteem right down to the roots. Then, I got that one letterI that changed everything.

"This was never my home. That title shall remain with Hogwarts for the time being. My real home. Or so I thought. Now, I found out that I have a sister and parents who love me. With them is my true home. The place I'll be happy.

"The kindness they have shown me in the past four hours greatly surpasses the small, small amount of tolerance you have shown me in my entire life.

"Aunt Petunia. You will always be related to me by blood, Dudley too. Nothing I do could ever change that. However, this doesn't mean I'll either forgive, nor forget what you two have done to me in the twelve years I've lived here.

"Uncle Vernon, 'Aunt' Marge. I was never related to you. Maybe through jumarriage but that makes it even worse. Everything you've ever done to me still affects the way I think and act. Maybe one day I'll forgive the others but I will never this  forgive you." I finished, feeling proud of myself.

I was about to walk out when I heard Marge growl, "They should've drowned you at birth you ungrateful little swine! I would've had you been on my doorstep. Especially with that mother of yours. It's the same with breading dogs. If there's something wrong with the bitch, there's something wrong with the pups. The girl they had was awful too. If the father wasn't such a lazy bastard, I would almost feel sorry for him."

At this, I was fuming. Her wine glass shattered in her hand. The buttons on her ugly tweed jacket popped off everywhere. Her face grew more purple by the second as her blouse started strangling her expanding form. Slowly, she started leaving the ground, still expanding.

Bouncing off of the roof, she slowly made her way through the conservatory, through the open doors located at the far side and into the night sky, like a human balloon. She didn't get far. Just sorta floated there.

Then I remembered. The warning I got the year before. About using magic outside of school. Even if it was the Malfoy's house elf, Dobby, who did the magic.

I ran. Out of the front door and past my parents, down the road until I came to a stop a few streets away. I'm pretty sure James was trying and failing to tail me.

Once I stopped, I heard something across the street. Looking over, I saw a massive black dog with long, unkempt, matted fur. It looked as though it had been on the streets for a while. I carefully took my wand out.

Suddenly, it's head turned towards me and let out a deep noise. This took me by surprise and the next thing I knew, I was on the ground.

I looked up trying to see the beast once more but instead, I saw a huge, blueish-purple bus with a pimply teenager looking down at me.

I think you know what happened after that. I got on, told them I was Neville Longbottom, got off at the Leaky Cauldron and saw the minister of magic there, waiting for me.

Obviously, I went inside with him.

"Harry, you gave everyone quite a scare when you ran off." Fudge told me.

"What's going to happen to me?" I asked nervously.

"Nothing except you going home with your parents." He smiled.

"But I did magi... Wait a second. How do you know about my parents?" I narrowed my eyes.

"When they first entered your family property, a team of Aurors were sent to see who they were. After they laid their ID claims, they were given a blood test at the ministry proving their identity." The minister explained. "Now, what were you saying?"

"I did magic outside of school. I was told I'd be expelled if I did that 'again'."

Fudge laughed. "Yes, yes, I quite remember. However, this was a form of accidental magic meaning nothing will happen to you. We have already sent a accidental magic reversal team and obliviators to sort this little incident out. Now, I'm sure your family is very worried about you. I will escort you to their room."

I obeyed and let the man guide me through the barren halls of the Inn.

After two minutes, I was stood in front of the door to room 316. Fudge knocked, then left. I sorta just stood there like an idiot waiting for someone to answer.

It was Violet who finally opened the door. When she did, she launched herself at me, hugging me half to death. She shouted, "Mum, dad! It's him!"

I quickly found myself in another embrace this time it was two people instead of one.

"Oh, Harry! What happened?" Lily asked.

I told them what happened and why I ran. They seemed to understand.

"Darling, we will love and accept you no matter what happens, it was an accident. It could happen to anyone showing high levels of emotion." Lily hugged me again.

"Thank you." I whispered.

Then James adopted a stern, serious look. "What did those monsters do to you?"

"Who, the Dursley's?" I asked. At his nod, I shrugged. "Nothing that bad."

"Harry, I saw your room. There were bars on your window, your bed was broken, there was a cat flap in your door for food and multiple locks on your door all on the outside." Violet glared. "Also, there was practically nothing in there that was yours."

I sighed. "I told you, I get into trouble."

"Harry. That's not getting into trouble. That's imprisonment. Also, you're clearly malnourished." James pointed out.

"I'm not! I might not eat as much as everyone else but that doesn't mean I'm malnourished." I defended.

"It does though!" James argued.

I stuck my head up in defiance. "No it doesn't. I'm fine!"

"Lift up your shirt then. If I can see your ribs, and they are prominent, you can't argue. If I cannot, then I will say you are right." He reasoned.

"I'm fine! Why should I prove it?" I asked knowing full well that he was right.

Suddenly, arms snaked their way around my waist and lifted my shirt to expose scarred tissue and my fully prominent rib cage.

"Hey!" I fought the arms I later learned were my sister's.

Finally, they let go and I pulled my top down, blushing like mad. I stood there, head hanging in shame, thinking that they wouldn't want me anymore. No one wants a broken child.

I felt arms around me again. This time, three gentle pairs. It felt good, right even.

I was told to go get my stuff. Once I did, mum said three words that would change my life. "Let's go home."