Ms. Figg had a phone in her hand, dialing Child Protective Services while she made Harry Mac 'n cheese. Harry sat on the couch, bouncing up and down to the tune of a theme song on a TV show.

"Arabell do you want me to make it?" Harry called to the kitchen.

"Hold on, one moment please," she muttered into the phone, then turned to the direction of the living room. "No, darling! You sit and warm yourself up, okay?"

"Okay! I can do that!" Harry yelled, then curled into the blankets around him.

"Okay, I'm back," she said into the phone. "Yes, is be glad to tell you. I saw Harry outside, and he looked like he hadn't been fed in months, he looked abused, he looked like he hadn't taken a bath in months, and he could barely say upright-"

A dog came running into the kitchen excitedly, bringing over a stick to Ms. Figg. "Oh, lucky shoo! I'm on the phone, boy. Go play with Harry! Let him pet you,"

Lucky ran to the living room, and a faint squeal was heard. "Puppy!" Harry giggled loudly, making ms. Figg smile.

"I'm sorry, my dog just interrupted me... I took Harry inside right away as his guardian ran after him to grab him. He looked very mad, sir. Like he was going to strangle the kid right then and there. Harry was terrified and made me pinky promise that I wouldn't let Vernon get to him."

She stirred the Mac n cheese. "When I brought him in I have him food until he said he was full, then gave him a bath. I checked over his body and bruises, burn marks, whip slashes, scars, and dried blood were all over him. When I asked him what he did-"

Ms. Figg took a shaky breath. A voice came through the phone. "Ma'am, tell us what he told you, and we can get more evidence to get this man in jail."

"There was more than one." Ms. Figg said quietly. "He told me his aunt slaps him and yells at him, and he said his uncle hit, kicked, whipped, and-and," ms. Figg sniffled. "He said- he..."

"Ma'am?"

"HE RAPED HIM!" Ms. Figg screamed into the phone. "THAT SON OF A-I apologize I cannot use that word in front of a six year old-BUT THAT LITTLE PEICE OF SH-I mean poop-RAPED HIM!"

"Ma'am, please calm down. For the sake of the child."

"Yes yes, you're right." She sighed. "But, his gaurdian raped him. He told me that he caused him a lot of pain in his bottom and his... Genitalia,"

"Alright, ma'am. We'll send people over right away."