Harry suffered though sixteen years of abuse at the hands of the Dursleys. Now, three Witches are going to make sure that the Dursleys pay for that in spades. This one shot falls in the Shades of Grey story, and covers the day after Harry's seventeenth birthday, with a few views of the days before that.

A word of advice: When the fan in a laptop starts making funny noises, do not, I say again, do not wait until it stops making noise at all to get it worked on. That means it has stopped, a situation that can fry a motherboard.

Chapters of all the stories will be out as soon as I can get them written. Until then, I leave dated notes in my profile, telling you all where I'm at in the stories. Now, let's watch Harry's friends offer up the Dursleys on the altar of Vengeance.

Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold

Harry's Friends.

OoOoOoO Hermione, Pansy and Ginny, Harry's room, 01JUL1997. OoOoOoO

Hermione looked at the other two girls with her. "Harry is out, visiting his families. It's time for us to decide what we're going to do about his first family."

Pansy Parkinson-Potter snarled. "They are not family. They are scum and we should simply kill them all before they contaminate the gene pool any more."

Ginny Weasley frowned. "While I hate to admit it, I agree with Pansy this time. Just kill them, send up a Dark Mark and be done with them."

Hermione sighed. "It's going to take me forever to civilize you two. Besides, Harry has his own plans, I'm sure. Dead or permanently insane people can't suffer any more and somehow, I don't think Harry's planning on letting them off lightly. Under those restraints, what should we do?"

Pansy suddenly grinned. "You know, we're looking at this wrong. We want to do something to them because we all love Harry in our own way. However, it would be wrong of us to exclude all the other people that love Harry."

She smirked. "I'm certain the Weasley twins would be upset with us if they didn't get to join the fun."

Ginny blinked. "And Ron, we can't keep Harry's best male friend from the party."

Hermione was smiling. "Luna, I think, Neville, the DA and a few others. Ladies, let's write some letters."

More than thirty owls flew out of Harry's room over the next few days, most of them the black owls of the Parkinsons. One Eagle-Owl was sent to Romania and another to Egypt.

All three girls were surprised at the response those owls drew. More than fifty people responded. Some of them couldn't make it, but sent things to help out, and others promised to be there.

Hermione, in her normal logical and orderly way, made out a schedule and a list of things that would need to be done before they could safely torment the Dursleys.

Pansy used a couple of her family's contacts in the Ministry to make sure that no Aurors or detection devices would be functioning around Little Whingding the day after Harry's birthday.

Ginny has the best task of the three girls, which was to keep Harry occupied and away from the other two while they worked on Operation Retribution, as Hermione called it. Harry told her that he knew they were up to something, but that he trusted them. Besides, Ginny was more than willing to occupy Harry's time by cuddling, kissing and snogging and Harry was a typical male in that regard.

Hermione was keeping track of the people coming, the 'gifts' from people unable to attend and the suggestions made by still others. She was also working out meeting places and times, and scheduling everything so that all the people that were coming would have their chance to do whatever they had in mind.

When she was done, three days before Harry's birthday, Hermione sent out owls to everyone, giving them the details.

All that was left to do now was wait.

The day after Harry's birthday, Blaise and Daphne took Harry to inspect the new properties that Harry had gained access to when he came of age. They were going to insure that Harry did not return until after two in the afternoon. Hermione was sure that they would be done by noon but Pansy had insisted on the extra time just in case something unexpected happened.

Pansy went to the Leaky Cauldron to meet the people that couldn't get to Harry's room without a guide. Ginny Flooed to the rebuilt Burrow to pick up her brothers and some of the other people coming from Ottery St. Pole and nearby homes.

OoOoOoO Harry's Friends, Harry's Room, 01AUG1997. OoOoOoO

Hermione looked at the crowd that nearly filled the large room that Dobby had turned Harry's room into at the beginning of the summer. She knew everyone here, even if she'd only met a couple of them a few times in fourth year. Victor Krum stood chatting with Fleur and Gabrielle Delacourt while Bill translated their French for Charlie and Tonks.

Remus and Shacklebolt were talking quietly with Gawain Robards and the only two people Hermione didn't know. Given the way they watched the crowd and the head of the Aurors, Hermione assumed that they were bodyguards.

Director Robards saw her watching him and walked over to her. "Good morning, Miss Black. I do not want to know how you did this, or what deal you made with the Minister, but there will not be any DMLE observation or people within ten blocks of this house until after noon." He frowned. "I really don't like my department participating in this sort of thing."

Hermione started to say something but Pansy spoke first. "You don't have to like it. These people hurt Harry and the Windenmeres are taking care of one of their own."

Mr. Robards frowned at Pansy. "And how many laws are you breaking today? Taking care of your own or not, I uphold the law and no one should be above the law."

Pansy laughed. "Where were those ideals where Harry was spending years being treated worse than a Malfoy House elf? These Cinqueda got away with abusing Harry for sixteen years. If you can swear to me that you can make them pay for every incident in that time, you can go take care of them."

Ginny looked at Pansy. "What did you call them? What is a sinquada?"

Hermione leaned over and whispered, "it's a Windenmere word. It implies that the person you are talking about is a less than human moron with no manners, family, morals or intelligence who is also a cannibalistic paedophile with-"

Ginny cut her off. "That's all I want to hear, thank you. They can say all that with one word?"

Hermione nodded. "Since the people who use a word have to agree on its meaning, you can make a word mean anything you want it to, simply by making sure everyone knows the definition of the word."

Pansy and Mr. Robards were still staring at each other. Mr. Robards sighed. "I cannot say that they will be punished at all, which is the only reason that I agreed to this little get together. There were a number of complaints to various social services while Harry grew up. They were all eliminated by someone in the Minister's office. Amelia Bones had begun an investigation into the problem when she was killed. I am continuing the search but someone with a great deal of influence in the Ministry is stonewalling the investigation. Every time we look down a new avenue, someone is removing paperwork, Obliviating witnesses or just plain slowing us down." He looked at Pansy. "That is the only reason I agreed to this obscenity. Do not think that even Mr. Potter's fame will help you if you ever try anything like this again."

Pansy nodded slowly. "I don't think we'll be seeking Ministry help for anything like this again. This was a very special set of circumstances and I doubt it will ever be repeated."

Gawain Robards had been an Auror for over two decades and he easily read between the lines of Pansy's speech. She had not said that they wouldn't do something like this again, merely that they would not involve the Ministry. He nodded in silent acknowledgment of her statement and crossed to the Floo, followed by the two Aurors.

Hermione looked at Pansy. "Everyone is here and we're ready. Give your little speech and let's get going. We are on a schedule."

Pansy nodded and stepped up on a chair. "Pay attention," she called and waited for everyone to look at her. "We are ready to begin. Miss Bones, I understand that you are going to use a spell that will keep the neighbours from noticing anything strange happening here until we want them to, correct?"

Susan Bones nodded. "It's going to take me about fifteen minutes to cast it, and I'll have to walk around the property, but after that we could hold a Quidditch match in the garden and no one would notice."

Pansy smiled. "Give the three of us a couple of minutes to control the Cinqueda downstairs and then get to it. The rest of you wait here until Susan returns. As soon as she's back, you lot can get started."

Pansy got down from the chair. "Hermione, Ginny, I believe we have some trash to deal with."

OoOoOoO The Dursleys, No. 4 Privet LN, 01AUG1997. OoOoOoO

Vernon Dursley smiled as he read the paper. The summer had been nice and normal since that social worker girl had taken the freak away. They hadn't been able to open the door to Harry's room, or even open the flap they had used to feed him, but even having to hire a girl to come in twice a week to do the things the freak was supposed to do was a small price to pay to get that freak out of here.

His threat yesterday had been scary for a few minutes, but all too soon, Vernon's pride and vanity had overridden his common sense, as it often did. If the freak was going to do anything, he would have done it by now. That Voldenort person was just another freak, and after sixteen years of beating on one of them, Vernon's fear had been dulled.

He looked up as Dudley came down the stairs slowly, which was quite unlike him. Vernon frowned as his son's face came in sight. Dudley looked scared to death and Vernon was about to ask him why when the reason became apparent. Dudley took another step and the back of his head came into sight.

Three of those blasted freak sticks were poking him in the back of his head. Vernon watched as four women followed Dudley down the stairs. "Here now," he started to bluster.

The dark-haired girl pointed her stick at him. "Shut it, you great whale, or I'll turn you into a glass statue right now."

Petunia came in from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish cloth. "Did you say something, Vernon?"

"Sit down, shut up and maybe you'll live through the day." Pansy made the comment quietly, but her wand was steady. "If you give me any problems, I'll kill this bloated pig of a child you have wasted the time to raise."

All three Dursleys sat on the living room couch, watching the women. These freaks were not like Harry, who would cower and try to please them until he was pushed too far.

The dark haired girl had a look of open hatred on her face and she was examining them like a butcher mapping out a good place to begin cutting.

The bushy headed brunette was studying them and fingering her wand. The coldly analytical look she wore was just as scary as the dark haired girl's hatred.

The red-haired girl looked almost friendly, until you realized that the smile on her face didn't reach her eyes, which were as cold as the first girl's eyes were hot.

Vernon looked at the last woman and knew that she wouldn't interfere. Unlike the others, this woman had no expression on her face, as if she didn't know or care that they were being threatened.

"What do you want here? That boy is gone. He left yesterday."

"We know that, idiot. We were there." Pansy sneered at the three sweating Muggles. "However, we don't think Harry did enough to you, so we invited some of Harry's true family, the ones that love him, believe in him to help us make you suffer for a very long time." Pansy looked at Hermione. "Right now, I believe that Miss Black has something to say to you."

Pansy sat down as Hermione stood in front of the Dursleys. "For six years I watched Harry escape to Hogwarts, thin as a rail, half starved and bruised, so happy to be away from here that it was painful to watch. It usually took a week or so for the flinching to go away, and for the wary, haunted look to ease in his eyes. It would return, just before we had to leave for the summer." Hermione was pointing her wand at them, moving it to follow her eyes as she snarled at each of them in turn.

She glared at the Dursleys. "If Harry was not incomparably better than anyone else I know, the man that has the burden of saving us all might be a broken little boy, or even dead, after the way you treated him. I had a long speech I was going to give you all, but I can't do it now. If I look at you three much longer, I'm going to curse you until your minds break."

Hermione pushed through the door into the kitchen. A few seconds later there was a loud crash of shattering glass. "Sorry," came Hermione's voice, sounding not at all sorry.

Pansy snickered. "Let's bring her back in here. Somehow I think watching her curse them would be very educational."

"No, it's my turn to have a word or two with these things." Ginny stood up and looked at them. "There's a curse in our world that causes pain. Not a little pain, but a pain greater than being burned alive. It's a very difficult curse to perform and it takes a great deal of Hatred to make it work."

Ginny pulled her wand from her pocket and held it up. Her voice was low, calm, as if she was talking about the weather with a friend. "I never would have believed you if you had told me that I could ever hate anyone enough to even think of casting this spell, until I saw Harry's scars, and touched them."

She finally looked at the Dursleys and there was a fey light in her eyes. "I hate you all, not only for hurting Harry, but for showing me that I am not as good as I thought I was. I think it's time for you to pay for both of us."

Pansy was watching with interest. She thought that she was about to see Ginny cast an unforgivable.

Ginny pointed her wand at Vernon. "Should I start with you? The man who should have been Harry's father figure? Who should have taught him wrong from right?"

She looked at Dudley. "Or maybe I should bully you, the way you bullied Harry all his life. Maybe I should abuse you and leave your broken body to heal without a doctor. What do you think? Would you survive?"

She turned quickly, whipping her wand up. "You, I think," she hissed. "your blood runs in Harry's veins, he's your kin, and yet you stood by and allowed all of this to happen, allowed these two to torture Harry. You tried to kill him with a frying pan once, I believe. You are the worst of all of them."

Ginny's voice was getting louder and shriller as she worked herself up and Pansy was certain that she was about to see an Unforgivable cast when Ginny pointed her wand at Petunia.

Ginny focused on the hatred she felt for these people and the things they had done to Harry. She glared at Petunia and opened her mouth to curse Harry's aunt.

As she started her curse, she had a sudden vision of a pair of warm green eyes. In the back of her head she heard a voice she knew better than her own. "Is this who you really want to be?"

Ginny stood there for a minute, torn between Love and Hate. She hated these people, with a passion that roared through her soul. She knew that her Curse would work. Battling that hatred, the need for revenge on the people that had hurt Harry was a lifetime of memories.

Hearing bedtime stories about the Boy Who Lived. Meeting him in person, being rescued by him, watching him make a fool of himself over Cho, learning that he was something more than a title in her fourth year, that sometimes, even he needed to be brought up short.

"Stupefy." Three quick spells put the Dursleys to sleep and Ginny put her wand away.

"Why didn't you do it?" Pansy asked curiously.

Ginny looked at her and then at the floor. "I could have. It would have worked, but I heard Harry asking me if this was who I wanted to be. If I had done this, Harry would have found out and knowing that I did this for him would have hurt him. I will not help these scum hurt him any more."

"No one would know but you and I," Pansy said pragmatically, "and I am not going to say anything."

"I would know, and sooner or later, I would have to tell Harry. I just couldn't keep a secret like this from him. A secret like this is the first step down the path of lies and deceptions and I won't do that to Harry."

Pansy hugged Ginny. "Go help Hermione with our guests. I want to say a few things to these Cinqueda, and I'll be along in a few minutes." Ginny nodded and went into the kitchen.

Pansy cast a spell that wedged the door shut and then another, making it impossible to get into the living room from anywhere else in the house before silencing the entire room. She woke the Dursleys and waited until they could focus on her, putting her wand in its sheath while she waited.

"Ginny hates you, but she's a Gryffindor at heart, and in the end, she couldn't do what she wanted to do. She doesn't think she could have kept the secret from Harry, and she may be right."

Pansy smiled coldly as she drew her wand slowly, making sure they saw it. "I am not a Gryffindor, and I know that any couple can have secrets without being destroyed because of it."

Three long Unforgivables later, Pansy cast another Unforgivable three times and gave the Dursleys several explicit instructions before Obliviating selected memories in all three of them. She made very certain to leave the memory of pain. She cast several minor spells and then took her spells down, taking one last look at the three bodies quivering on the couch. "Be very glad Harry won't let me kill you, and that I'm not sure I could hide your death from him right now. In a few years, I will have the time to make your deaths look like accidents and then Harry will never know that I killed you. Windenmeres take care of their own, and I will not allow you to live with what you did to Harry. Enjoy your miserable life, you freaks. The next time you see me, I will be here to kill you all."

Pansy joined Hermione in the kitchen, watching as Hermione cast the various charms and things that had been sent by people that couldn't make it today, but wanted to do something. Pansy looked up as Fred and George came through the kitchen. "We're finished with our things and so are most of the rest. Neville is finishing something outside and Luna is doing something to the house."

Hermione looked up at that. "Do you know what she's doing?"

Fred shook his head. "Not a clue," he said, "we watched for a minute, but it's some sort of rune based spell and neither of us studied them very much."

Hermione bit her lip. She sighed and went back to her notes. "I can ask her about it later."

Pansy watched as Hermione drew a series of runes on the table and placed Petunia's wedding ring in the centre of the runes. Hermione drew another series of runes and touched them with her wand. All of the runes began to glow and the ring followed them. Hermione tapped the ring with her wand after it started to glow and Pansy watched with interest as the runes shrunk and moved onto the ring. The runes made a double line inside the ring's band and faded from sight. Hermione smiled. "That will be perfect. Now, I lay a simple spell, so that Petunia can't lose or get rid of the ring, and I'm done here."

Ginny came in. "Everyone is done, Hermione. Dobby and Winky are providing refreshments upstairs."

Hermione finished casting her spell. "Please ask everyone to wait for me. I'll be upstairs in just a few minutes." Ginny nodded and headed up the stairs. Hermione picked up the ring and went into the living room. She went to Petunia and picked up the unconscious woman's hand. She put the ring on Petunia's hand and smiled when it glowed for an instant and then the glow faded into her skin. "What a pity," she said with a smirk. "She cannot sell or lose that ring now, and since that ring is the linchpin of every bit of magic on this house, the spells will follow them, no matter where they move to."

Pansy blinked. "You don't even know what most of the people did, how could you integrate their curses into your spells?"

Hermione frowned. "It's not that hard. Vernon and Petunia are one unit, due to their marriage. Vernon owns this house, so it is tied to him. By using the physical representation of their union, I made everything on the property appear to be the same to the magic being used."

Pansy frowned as she thought about it. "Sympathetic magic? I thought that was less reliable than runes or Arithmancy."

Hermione smiled. "If you leave it in the realm of body parts and belief, yes it is. Someone using a doll with a few hairs to work magic on someone is taking a very haphazard approach. I used runes to specifically design a spell under very specific guidelines. Combining two or more types of magic is really quite easy and far more predictable than some older ways."

Pansy sighed. "Hermione, you might want to keep your experiments secret. You are offending a dozen different groups. We really don't need another fight on our hands right now."

Hermione frowned. "What groups? I'm just using logical progressions of two of types of magic to make it work more efficiently."

Pansy rubbed her eyes. "Hermione, how many times have you seen Wizard act logically? Each branch of magic is separate, by hundreds of years of custom and tradition. Combining any two of them takes a decade of discussion to figure out who will be in charge of the new spell or ritual."

Hermione sighed. "I swear, most Wizards are so hidebound they wouldn't change their knickers without a tradition to guide them."

Pansy started up the stairs. "Of course not. Fortunately, someone wrote the "Essential Guide to Knickers" over nine hundred years ago. It's been followed ever since."

Hermione stopped and stared at Pansy. "Are you serious?"

Pansy stopped at the top of the stairs. She turned around, smiling impishly. "No."

Hermione sighed. "Thank god."

Hermione and Pansy went back into Harry's room to find a party going. The Weasley twins had brought a few bottles of Fire Whiskey and were happily sharing it with everyone. Hermione got their attention. "I want to thank you all for coming today. Now, at some point in the future the Dursleys will die and we'll have to clean the house of all the various things we've done today. In order to make sure that we get them all, I'm going to ask you all to tell me what you did." She looked at Fred and George. "Why don't you start?"

Fred smiled. "There is a one meter section of the floor that causes anyone that steps on it to blurt out a phrase. Every time they step on it, it will more to another area."

Ginny looked at her brothers. "What sort of phrases will they be blurting out?"

Fred: "I want to polish Harry's wand."

George: "Magic makes me sexually excited."

Fred: "I want to roll naked in my scrolls."

George: "And several others that we will not repeat in the presence of ladies."

Hermione wrote it down and looked up. "Ron?"

Ron passed her a scroll. "Not being a creative genius like these two, I had to resort to an old Muggle baiting technique. Every time they set their keys down, the keys will disappear, and only reappear after they have looked for them for at least thirty minutes."

Hermione smiled. "I like that one." Several people blinked at her. She smirked. "All I have to do is change 'keys' to wands." Several people checked on their wands. Hermione looked at Ginny. "What did you do?"

Ginny sighed. "My gift is not as annoying as Ron's, nor as embarrassing as the twin's prank, but it will be noticed. I cast a spell on the house that will make everything they eat or drink taste like burnt oatmeal."

Hermione wrote down Ginny's gift. "Just in the interest of neatness, I'll tell you all what Bill and Charlie sent, as well as the other Weasleys, so I can keep them all together. Bill sent me an Egyptian curse that insures that they stay together forever, no matter how they feel about each other. It also enhances certain emotions in the people that live here, like anger, fear and other negative emotions." She wrote something on the scroll and looked up. "Charlie's contribution is more noticeable. He sent me a spell that will cause them to have gastrointestinal distress every time someone speaks a greeting in their presence. That attack will be audible at five metres and reminiscent of a dragon's breath."

Ron frowned. "What is Gastrowhatever distress?"

"Gas, Ron." Ginny said with a sigh.

Ron thought about it for a minute. "Oh, they're going to fart. Why didn't you just say so?"

Hermione just shook her head. "Mr. And Mrs. Weasley were kind enough to send us something from an old family book. The Dursleys are going to find that they simply cannot keep the house fixed. As soon as one thing is fixed, something else will break."

"Of the other people that couldn't make it today, Hagrid sent a charm that attracts magical pests, Katie and the Gryffindor Quidditch team sent a Snitch, that is invisible to everyone except them, Blaise and Daphne sent a charm that will emit foul odours every time they have guests and someone, a teacher in Hogwarts, sent a charm that doesn't have a name on it. This charm causes everything to gather dirt. The cleaner it is to start with, the faster it will collect dirt."

Hermione finished writing and looked up. Her eye fell on Luna. "Luna, why don't you tell us what you did."

Luna sighed happily. "I gave them a gift. The Nargles in the garden tell me that they try to hide all the things that are wrong and that's what has caused them to be the way they are. So, I gave them the gift of absolute honesty. They still can't tell anyone about magic, but in everything else, they will be completely honest."

Pansy, Ginny, Fred and George were staring at Luna in horror. "Luna, please don't ever give us that gift," said one of the twins, quickly echoed by the other three and several other voices in the crowd. Luna just smiled and played with her Butterbeer cap necklace.

Hermione looked at the two Delecourts. "Fleur, what did you and Gabrielle do?"

Fleur shrugged. "It was nothing, compared to Luna's gift. Petunia will no longer suffer from the monthly curse, since Vernon will have those sensations for her. Dudley will lose his adolescent sex drive, giving it to Petunia. Dudley will have Petunia's sex drive."

Gabrielle smiled. "I have not the skill with the Veela magic that Fleur does, so I gave them a simpler gift. They will give, generously, I might add, to anyone that comes looking for a donation."

Lavender looked at Padma. "I'm almost ashamed to say what we did after hearing all of this." She sighed. "My hex will simply insure that whatever they wear will be completely inappropriate for the occasion, like wearing a clown suit to a funeral."

Padma smirked. "Not that it matters what they wear, because it will never fit. It will always be as much too big for them as Harry's clothes were for him."

Victor Krum snorted. "Very fitting, for them. My curse is not as friendly as most of yours. They will come down with every disease they come in contact with."

Neville sighed heavily. "I thought I was being clever, making sure that their garden would never grow anything but weeds and poisonous plants."

Hermione looked up at that. "Neville," she asked, struggling to remember the fourth year Herbology class, "did you use that potion, the one we learned about in fourth year?"

Neville nodded happily. "The Gardener's Curse, yes, that's the one."

Hermione sighed. "Neville, did you remember to take out the Lace Fly wings, so that only non-magical plants would grow?"

Neville thought for a second. "I should have known something was wrong. It came out perfectly the first time," he said mournfully. The people that knew about Neville's problems with potions smiled.

Susan Bones shrugged. "It doesn't really matter, Hermione. I seem to have messed my spell up, when I was casting it earlier. No one that doesn't live here will ever again notice anything magical on this property."

Hermione shook her head as she wrote everything down. "You people are so not nice. Colin, what did you do?"

Colin smiled. "It's a curse I found in a magical photography book, called Ghostly Glimpses. Every so often, they'll see a glimpse of something out of the corner of their eye, but when they turn their head, it will be gone." He smirked. "In this very special case, I didn't think Harry would mind me using his picture. For the rest of their lives, they'll see Harry standing there, just at the edge of sight."

Parvati shook her head. "And I thought I was being clever, giving them a rather minor hex, one that will make them blurt out tasteless comments at exactly the wrong moment."

Tonks grinned. "That should be fun to watch. It will be more fun, since I gave them a gift I know more about than anyone. Any time they are under stress, they will be as clumsy as I am."

Seamus looked up. "I didn't cast a spell. I simply brought them something from Ireland. There's a Gremlin living on the property now. Since the only way to get rid of it is to be very nice to it, I think it will be here a very long time." He smiled. "The last time I saw him, he was crawling up under the car and looking extremely happy."

Hermione looked up and examined the room. "I think that is everyone, except you, Pansy. What did you do?"

Pansy smiled. "First I used the Cruciatus on them," she said, and held a straight face as people gaped at her in horror. She sniggered and people relaxed.

Lavender sighed. "Merlin, Pansy, I thought you were serious there for a minute. What did you do?"

Pansy smirked. "I gave each of them a criminal behaviour. Petunia is going to become a kleptomaniac, Vernon will have a disturbing desire for public nudity and Dudley.... well, let's just say that if he can find desire in his loins, it won't be for anything human."

"What about the poor animals?" someone asked.

Pansy grinned. "I thought of that, and Dudley will only like ones that have sharp teeth and large claws. Pit bulls, Irish Wolfhounds and the like. The larger and more dangerous it is, the more he will like it."

Hermione wrote that down, looking slightly ill. "That seems to be everything. Thank you all..."

Ginny interrupted her. "You forgot one, Hermione."

Hermione looked at the sheet and then at her list. "No, I have everyone."

Ginny sighed. "What did you do to them?"

Hermione shrugged. "I tied every spell and charm cast today together and tied them to the Dursleys, so they can't move away from the curses."

Pansy stared at her. Hermione was carefully keeping her head down and writing. "Hermione, what else did you do?"

Hermione glared at her. "It was nothing."

Everyone was watching now. "You might as well tell us, Hermione," Neville said. "We're not leaving until you tell us."

Hermione sighed. "I gave them a great gift, and if any of you ever tell anyone that I figured this out, I'll think of something special to do to you." She looked at them and the ones she looked at stirred uncomfortably. Hermione looked a bit like Bellatrix just then, with a gleam of incipient madness. She took out a thick mass of parchment. "I was working on something, a private project and I discovered something by accident, something that the Healers at St. Mungo's have known for a long time. If someone becomes unable to do magic, sometimes, under the right circumstances, their magic can be returned to them."

Everyone was staring at Hermione. "You can check on it, the Healers can do it, if the patient lives in a highly magical area, is exposed to constant magic and has the capability."

Ron frowned. "What has that got to do with the Dursleys? They can't do magic."

"Not yet."

Everyone stared at Hermione. "Magic is in everyone, to a greater or lesser degree, according to the Healers. Anyone that can use a potion can have magic, since it takes a bit of magic to make the potion work. I cast a spell on them, that will open their magic channels as wide as it can get, which still won't make them anything but minor witches or wizards. Add this hexed house, with as much constant magic as you can find anywhere except Hogwarts and a couple of years, and they will be the very freaks that they accused Harry of being, but with no way to get training." She looked up and the smile on her face was cold. "Hopefully, they will also get a Wizard's life span to regret hurting Harry."

"I also made them all sterile." Everyone winced at that and stared at Hermione. "What? They'll be living in magic, with magical abilities. If they managed to have a child, it would be magical and do any of you think we should do something like that to an innocent child?"

Hermione was about to say something else when the Floo flared and a woman stepped out of it. Everyone stared as Rita Skeeter brushed herself off. She looked up and crossed to Hermione and the other two girls. "I hope I'm not too late. It took a lot of work to find out what was going on today."

Hermione was frowning at her. "How did you find out?"

Rita just raised an eyebrow. "You know how, Miss Black. Now, if you don't mind, we at the Daily Prophet have a gift for the Dursleys, for their treatment of the biggest news story of this century."

Hermione bit her lip. "What kind of a gift?"

Rita took a copy of the Daily Prophet out of her bag. She cast a spell on it and it vanished. "Just leave this in the house. For the rest of time, every paper they pick up with have the life and times of Harry Potter in it, showing all of the wonderful things that are happening to him."

Rita smiled cruelly. "I can guarantee that they will hate it and they won't be able to avoid knowing what happened to Harry. Every paper they read will have the story and if they stop reading, it will be on the wireless, on their television, or if they get rid of all of that, it will appear on any piece of paper in the house. If they get rid of every paper, a voice will come from thin air and tell them."

Hermione stared at her. "Why are you doing this?"

Rita looked at her. "Three reasons. First, Harry Potter is the biggest story of the century and the one that has to save us all and these people could have killed him, dooming us all. Second, by showing you that I knew of what you were doing and by helping, I implicate myself in it, proving that I won't write about this event. Third, I hope to make you understand that I am not your enemy any more. I want to have the same rights as any other reporter when it comes to reporting on Harry. I'll even come to a fight or two, if that's what it takes."

Pansy studied Rita for a minute. "Accept it as a gesture of goodwill, Hermione. If she plays us false, we can do something about it then. We could use an ally on the Daily Prophet."

Hermione nodded. "Alright. Pansy, you're in charge of that. Keep her informed, the same as the other papers and do whatever you need to do, if she betrays us."

Pansy smiled. "Oh, I will." She looked at Rita. "I know a person that knows a spell that will render a person completely incapable of writing anything, forever."

Rita swallowed hard. Hermione watched with a smile. Pansy would keep her in line. Hermione normally dealt with the reporters, but she'd never forgiven Rita for the hell she'd put Harry and her through during their fourth year.

Hermione looked at the crowd. "Now then, all the drama is over and I believe Fred and George offered to throw the party."

For the next hour the Wizard Wireless was on loud and the group had a great time, enhanced by Fred and George's indoor fireworks and those bottles of Firewhiskey.

When Hermione's watch beeped at her, she shooed everyone out and called for Dobby. Dobby and Winky returned the room to the small, dilapidated hovel it had been before they started using magic on it.

When everything was back to the way it had been for the six years Harry had lived here, Hermione added a couple of artistic touches. She looked around when she was done and smiled. A few drops of blood, not much but enough to make the law suspicious. It had been remarkably easy to get blood from Harry, given the number of times he'd gotten hurt this summer.

A couple of bloody bandages, magically aged to appear to have come from several different times and Harry's old glasses, broken and with one shattered lens.

She took down the last of the spells around the room and turned on a local rock station. She turned it up as loud as it would go and waited by the window. It took maybe twenty minutes for a police car to show up and she left the radio on and went down stairs. She opened the door just before the officer knocked on the door.

"Hello, Officer," she said, looking sad. "Gee, I hope you find their nephew. It's a shame he disappeared like that."

She went around the corner of the building while he was still gaping at her and as soon as she was out of sight, she Apparated.

Ten minutes later, in her own room, she set up a large note pad and watched as words scrolled across it. She had added one more thing to the Dursleys. Every word they said would write itself on this pad, forever. She would follow through and make sure they paid for what they'd done to Harry. She sighed as she thought about what Pansy had done. Hermione had seen the after affects of the Cruciatus before, and she knew that all three of the Dursleys had been put under it.

Hermione thought about it and finally shrugged. If Harry ever specifically asked her about it, she'd tell him. Other than that, it was between Pansy and Harry.

Hermione looked at the sheet again as she prepared to go join the others in finding a place to live tonight. She smiled as she read it. Pansy had apparently used more than one Unforgivable.

The Dursleys were confessing every single thing they had ever done to Harry to the officer that had asked about him.

OoOoOoO The Author, Here and Now. OoOoOoO

I had more than fifty other curses for this story, but some were just silly, like the three of them gaining four kilos a day for the first half of the month and losing four kilos a day for the second half. Others were too extreme, like making them break a law every single day, or just gross, like a curse that a friend suggested, that would cause them to have sex with each other, in public.

In the end, I decided that this was enough.

I'm not sure Hermione or Pansy agree with me, but they aren't writing this story.