AN: Ok so I have not posted in a really long time…..and I am REALLY SORRY! I hope you like this chapter and feel free to yell at me for be so incredibly late.

Chapter 5: The One To Help

Petunia Dursley didn't like a lot of things. She didn't like being late. She didn't like it when she burned her food. She didn't like a single speck on her good china. The one thing she could not stand, however, was her nephew, Harry Potter. He reminded her of all the things she wasn't. She wasn't special like Lily, she wasn't pretty like Lily, she wasn't a witch like Lily. And the annoying brat Potter reminded her of these facts every day. He was unnecessary, and a burden. Everything that happened to him was his own fault and she felt no reason why she would have to help him. She wasn't stupid. She noticed how he had been acting the past few days. How he seemed uncomfortable and slightly feverish, but why should she care? It wasn't her fault if he caused something bad to happen to himself. It didn't concern her and she would just rather ignore it, thank you very much.

However, this plan failed when she got a call from her son and nephews school. She picked up at once (something could be wrong with Duddy!) but all the information she got from the nurse was that one of the boys was sick and that she needed to come to the school to take him home. Rushing out the door, Petunia all but ran down the road to the school.

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Once Steven left Harry to sleep, he sat in this desk chair and thought of what to do next. That bruise on Harry was obviously not from playing. It was almost in the shape of a boot and Steven hated to think that Harry had been getting abused right under his nose. Finally making up his mind, Steven grabbed his owl (who was in the tree outside, just for emergencies) and sent a short note to Albus, explaining the situation. After Alistair (his owl) was out of sight, he found the Dursley's home number and waited for an answer.

"Hello?" came a curt greeting for who Steven suspected to be Petunia Dursley.

"Ah, yes is this Mrs. Dursley?" asked Steven trying to be polite.

"Yes, and who is this?"

"My name is Steven; I am the nurse at the school your family attends. I am afraid that one of the boys is sick and needs to be picked up immediately," said Steven, leaving out it was Harry; just in case his suspicions were true.

"I am on my way, tell Duddy mummy's coming!" said Petunia hurriedly, hanging up her phone before Steven could say that it was actually Harry who was sick.

Sighing, Steven sat back and waited for the Dursley woman to arrive.

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Harry was comfortable and happy. He was lying in a soft bed, the softest bed he had ever been on before. He was so content, for a moment he didn't even know what had woken him. Then, as if his mind was being read, he heard what must have woken him. The shrill voice of his panicked aunt.

"Where is he?" she was asking, demanding. "Where is Dudley?!"

"Mrs. Dursley," he heard the voice of Mr. Wells say, "Please calm down, Harry is resting in the back room."

It became quiet. "The reason you called was because of….Harry?" Harry heard his aunt say, in a strangely calm, but sharp voice.

"Yes Mrs. Dursley," Steven said bravely, "Harry is sick and needs to be taken home. I am told you know of wiz-," but before he could even finish his sentence Petunia screeched "DON'T SAY IT!"

Harry gasped, causing him to go into a coughing fit. As he sat up to breathe easier, Steven walked into the room, followed by Petunia who just stayed in the doorway.

"I see your up Harry," Steven said gently, feeling his forehead happy to feel that his fever hadn't risen, but unfortunately also hadn't gotten any lower.

"Yes sir," said Harry, sleepily, "Hello Aunt Petunia," he added, hesitantly.

She looked him up and down, taking note of the flushed red spots on his cheeks and purple splotches that could only be some kind of anti-itching cream. His unruly bangs were stuck to his forehead and he was looking at her nervously, fidgeting and rubbing at his legs.

"Harry has a disease similar to chicken pox in…muggles. However, if I am correct, this strain is only contagious for other wizards," Steven said nervously, not wanting another outburst to upset Harry. "Given the severity of the illness, he may need a week or quite possibly even more to recover."

"I don't know what you expect me to do," said Petunia, rudely. "My husband has dinner guests coming over tonight, so if you don't mind I would like to leave now. Come on," she said to Harry impatiently waving her hand at him to get him up and moving.

However, Steven stood up before Harry got off the bed calmly told Harry to wait a couple of minutes and led Petunia out of the room, closing the door.

"Mrs. Dursley, you don't seem to realize that you have a sick and miserable boy in that room," said Steven, whispering fiercely.

"Of course I realize," Petunia whispered back. "I just don't see what the big deal is he will be fine at home."

"Are you aware that Harry has a giant bruise on his stomach?" Steven blurted out, no longer able to restrain himself.

Petunia paused and her eyes grew wide. She did in fact know what he was speaking of. He had heard Vernon lose his temper and kick the boy, and now she did not know what to say.

"From your silence, I see that you do in fact know what I am talking of," Steven said stiffly. "In that case I cannot on a good conscience send him home with you. That bruise is very much a sign of abuse and I can only think that Harry has been neglected given the fact that he is now so sick. I am part of a group of wizards, known as the Order of the Phoenix, who are at this moment protecting Harry," He continued noticing how tense Petunia was getting and how she was nervously looking around like she was making sure no one else was listening to their conversation. "I have already notified the head of this group, and now I think I will be taking Harry into my custody, until plans can be made as to what will be done with you." At these words, Petunia paled and Steven knew it was not because of worry for her nephew. "Now, I suggest that you get out of my office. I have your number and I will contact you when this situation can be resolved," but before he left, he look Petunia right in the eye and said, "How can you be so cruel to this boy? His parents gave you so much credit and even love, yet you give him so little." He turned around and walked into the room holding Harry, closing the door behind him. Petunia stared after him, momentarily stunned, before turning around and leaving herself.

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After Steven left the room, Harry got up and after steadying himself went to the door and strained to hear the conversation going on the other side. The conversation confused him. Why was Mr. Wells helping him so much? Did he know his parents? What was the Order of the Phoenix? Why was he talking about wizards? The whole situation was making his head hurt so he just went and sat back down on the bed. That is where Steven found him after his talk with Petunia, sitting on the cot scratching his legs by rubbing the denim up and down.

"Sorry about that Harry," he said gently. "Your aunt had to leave so I am going to take you to my home for a while, is that ok?"

Harry looked at him uncertainly. His teachers had always taught him to never go home with anyone but family members and friends, but Mr. Wells was different. He seemed like he was trying to help him and he even seemed to know his parents. So what was he to do?

"Ok," he said carefully getting off the bed and heading towards his backpack.

"It's ok Harry I got that," said Steven while grabbing his pack, "and please do not scratch, you will make it worse." Taking the hand that Harry was using to scratch at his leg and walking out of his office.

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