A year later...

It was a rainy day, Harry was running around outside and I was drinking my morning coffee, only to realise that I needed to leave right then.

"Buddy, I'm going out"
"When will you be back?"
"I don't know Hare-bear, but Auntie Sharpay's looking after you today, so I'll let her know when I'm finished, ok"
"Ok, I love you"
"I love you too"

I was still considering Harry going to Ilvermorny instead of Hogwarts, because bloody Dumbledore and his insistence on the Dursleys still being the 'safest' place for Harry, and so I decided that we needed another meeting, only I'd take charge of it this time.

"Mr Bolton"
"Dumbledore"
"You wanted another meeting?"
"That is correct"
"Did you not ask anyone else here?"
"Nope, since they weren't much help last time, are you ready to start?"
"Yes"

I then got the folder that had what I needed in it out, but I didn't get anything out as of yet.

"I want to know why you left Harry with the Dursleys?"
"It's the safest place for him"
"See, that's where we start disagreeing here Dumbledore, however, I have evidence to prove that the Dursleys are a bunch of fucking asses"

So I took out the photos that the hospital took the night I found Harry, I hated looking at them, but I also needed to prove my point, because I'm a bloody stubborn man.

"What happened to him?"
"I don't know, since it makes Harry uncomfortable talking about it, all I know is that he still has nightmares from what the fucking Dursleys did to him"
"They did this?"
"Off course they did, in their eyes there was something wrong with Harry, God, it makes me sick to my stomach thinking about what they could've done to him had I not found him"
"Where did you find him?"
"In a playground at 10 o'clock at night... Alone"

Yeah, after he heard all that, funnily enough, he stopped believing that the Dursleys were the safest place for Harry.