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Donovan raised his eyebrows. "Can't say for sure about you at the moment. There are plans afoot,
but nothing firm." Donovan took a deep breath. "As for the Dursleys, well, your aunt and uncle are
being kept in a government holding facility. Their guards have been informed that they are being
held for observation after an incident of child abuse and that there are fears that Vernon and Petunia
have had a psychotic episode. So any ramblings they might have about your being a wizard will be
taken with a grain of salt."
Donovan closed his eyes in sorrow. "Your cousin's been farmed out with a foster family. He made
something of a scene, but he is with people used to emotionally disturbed youngsters.
Unfortunately, after the expected initial hysteria, he began screaming about his tele and his
computer more than his mum and dad. You have to wonder what that family...oh, sorry Harry," he
said, looking at Harry with sympathy.
"Unfortunately, it wouldn't do any of us any good if there was a full investigation and criminal
charges against them. So they'll sit in custody for a week or so and then be offered a deal. If they
wish criminal charges to be shoved under the rug and if ever want to see their son again, they will
quietly decamp from this area and never be seen or heard from again. It appears that word is already
out in town about you and them, so their staying here would not be in anyone's interest. And I'm
sure that your uncle's employer will have something to say to Vernon on his release. Even directors
are expected to conform to a basic code of decent conduct outside of the office."
"So I'll never have to see them again?"
Donovan shook his head. "Never again. I can arrange a meeting with your cousin, if you'd like."
Harry shook his head. "That's all right. He and I never got on and he's probably having fits right
now. It's best that we leave him be."
Donovan nodded. "It's a shame what some people are capable of."
Harry and his new copper friend sat in companionable silence for quite a while.
* * *
Seth Plessy snapped his cell phone shut and looked at Tony Strowbridge and his wife Mae. "Well,
the deal had been struck. Basil Wright has rung up the rest of the Parish Council and they've jumped
at the idea. They love the idea of being part of the Archbishop's test program to have the vicarage
take in a neglected child. Of course the ten thousand for church repairs and the five thousand
annuity in case the program is extended was a nice touch. Are you sure you want to do this?"
Tony Strowbridge turned to his wife and she nodded enthusiastically. "We're sure."
* * *
All Tony Strowbridge's adolescent hope, dreams and fantasies about romance and marriage never
prepared him for the depth and richness of the love he found when he married Mae. She was
sparkling and vivacious, pretty and fun to be with. He counted his blessings when she disdained all
her other suitors in favor of a newly minted Anglican priest with few prospects. And Tony and Mae
were delighted when, after two years of marriage, she found she was pregnant.
But the payback for having such a wonderful wife happened several months into Mae's pregnancy.
A simple misdiagnosis and a lost set of test results that would have disclosed Mae's pregnancy as
ectopic resulted in a miscarriage and an infection that cost Mae her ability to conceive again.
The couple were heartbroken. So, now secure in their parish in Little Whinging, they threw
themselves into the care and help of troubled children in the parish. Now, after 16 years in the
parish, they found that they had a sweet natured but troubled teenaged boy to take care of, if only
for a couple months. Mae cried tears of joy. She now had, if only briefly, a son of her own to care
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