Ms. Figg was a quiet, petite, 5'2 45 year old woman. She kept to herself, minded her azaleas, and always had a bowl of candy at the ready for any visitors. Her house was clean and Victorian, she met everyone with a new smile, and all around had a 'glass half full' type of personality.

But, when she saw this little six year old boy in front of her, she lost all of her 'glass half full'ness, and it was replaced with 'I broke the glass so I could stab someone with it'.

Harry was up to her knees, looked like he hadn't been fed, and had several burns and marks all over his body. Bruises covered him like freckles on a Weasley (don't tell anyone she thought that), his arms and legs looked like twigs, and his head looked too big for his tiny body.

His head, however, is what left her in tears. He had a broke nose by the looks of it, a black eye, a lightning bolt scar that ran across his face, and his hair-

His hair was what drove her to burst into tears. He had patches of actual hair, however shaved-looking bald patches all over it. The head that was exposed through his hair patches was scabby, red, and irritated, and had dried blood all over it.

"M-ma'am?" Harry squeaked. "What's the matter?"

"Oh dear boy, who did this to you?" She asked as she ran to his side. Harry flinched and staggered back, trying to get away from her.

"N-no one? What-who- what are we talking about?" Harry asked.

"Oh my! Come with me, tell me more about what you were saying." Ms. Figg begged as she reached out for him.

"U-uncle Vernon says I can't go outside. If I went with you, if get in more trouble-"

"Dear, please. Come with me, I'll help you get away from him." Ms Figg told him softly.

"B-but-" Harry stammered, gasping when he saw the Durlsey's car return.

"BOY!" A voice boomed, making Harry jump and get tears in his eyes.

"Oh no," he whimpered. "Now he's gonna hurt me again,"

"Dear, come with me. He will not hurt you if you're in my house." Ms. Figg told him.

"You promise?" Harry asked.

"I promise." Ms. Figg told him.

Harry flinched when he heard a car door slam shut. "Pinky promise." He said as he stuck his pinky out.

"What? Why? Come inside!" Ms Figg said, looking at Vernon as he stormed his way over.

"Pinky promise!" Harry screamed.

Ms Figg interlocked their pinkies, then apparated him into her house just as vernon was about to grab him.

(Ms. Figg is still a squib, she can just apparate in my book. Yes I know squibs can't use magic, but in my book Ms. Figg is amazing (as she always is). Sue me.))