"What? No! When we teleported in here, that was magic! Those gargoyles Dumbledore gave me, those were magic!" Ms. Figg told him. "Do you not believe in magic?"

"Well uncle Vernon said I not allowed," Harry said as he continued eating. "I full,"

"Here," ms. Figg was softly, taking the box and putting it on the table. "Let's get you a bath,"

"A bath?" Harry lit up. "Really?"

"Yes, come here," she smiled.

she picked Harry up and took him upstairs, then set him down on the counter. She took his clothes off for him while she warmed water, pressed another kiss to his forehead, then set him in the tub. She put bubble bath in it so Harry could have bubbles to play with.

While she was cleaning Harry, Arabella started questioning Harry.

"Harry, who are the people you love with?" She asked softly.

"Uncle Vernon and aunt petunia," Harry told her, purring softly as he nails massaged and scratched at his itchy head.

"What did they do?" She asked.

"I'll get in trouble if I tell you, Arabell," Harry told her.

"No you won't, just tell me," she said softly. "I can help you get them away from you,"

"O-okay. Well aunt petunia usually slaps me if I don't do something right, then uncle Vernon um, he uh, hits me a lot," Harry told her, sighing softly when she started scrubbing his body.

"Mhm, how did he hit you?" She asked, about to go over and murder the Dursleys with the sponge she was holding.

"Well, he does this," he lightly took his fist and gently touched her with it, not wanting to actually cause her any harm. "But harder,"

"So he punches you. Does he kick you? With his leg, like this?" She showed a little kick.

Harry nodded. "Yeah. And-and he takes his belt and does stuff too. To my back, mostly." He showed his back to her, which was covered in slash marks from whippings.

Ms. Figg's eyes widened. "Does he do anything else?"

"He hurts me here," he pointed to his crotch.

Ms. Figg ignored the fact that Harry was naked and reached her arm in the water, patting the skin above his butt softly. "Does he hurt you here? Does anything to your bottom that causes you hurt?"

Harry nodded wearily, curling into her side. "Hurts a lot,"

Ms. Figg only pressed a kiss to his forehead, hugging him tightly.

She made her decision on what she was going to do.