Harry Potter... continued...

Part 2 of how Chapter 1 could have gone...

“No. From before he was murdered.” Harry felt the glimmer of hope disappear. But what was it? Why was Moody holding a letter from Dumbledore? “He had this ready to be delievered to me, just in case something happened to him.”
“What is it?” Tonks asked as she leaned against the kitchen door frame.
“Don’t know.”
“Well, open it then.” Tonks suggested.
“I would but it isn’t for me. And he put a sealing spell on it." Moody said with a strange expression on his face.
He hobbled over toward Uncle Vernon. Now stepping into the clear light of the home, Moody appeared much more serious and harsh. The gashes and cuts across his face could now be clearly seen. Petunia let out a start from behind Uncle Vernon and gripped on to the pink and orange afghan that covered his shoulders.
“Don’t you come nearer, you—you--” Uncle Vernon stammered attempting to sound brave.
“Oh quiet Dursley-- Silencia Quivo.” Moody flicked his wand at Uncle Vernon, causing all the sound from Uncle Vernon to fall silent.
Moody hobbled past Uncle Vernon who now was apparently attempting to scream as the veins in his neck popped out, and his mouth opened wider than Dudley’s on hamburger night. Moody handed the letter to Aunt Petunia. Aunt Petunia looked at Uncle Vernon, and then over to Harry.
As she looked down at the letter Harry stepped down to the bottom of the stairs. Harry could see the familiar curly green writing addressed to

To: Petunia Dursely
c/o Alabaster Moody
76 Hamption Court
Surry, England

Aunt Petunia looked all around the room. First toward the Kitchen where Tonks was now enjoying an apple, then to the door where the cat Mr. Tibbles sat guarding, and finally to the stairs where Harry stood. She stood there looking at Harry on the stairs for what seemed a long moment before Moody called out impatiently, “Oh open it already.”
Petunia held the letter she let go of Uncle Vernon and sat down on the settee. She undid her scarf and opened the letter slowly with her index finger.
As she did this a brilliant beam of silver light appeared from the envelope. The letter shone as the moon did on Hedwig. Aunt Petunia looked up at Moody, not disgusted nor appalled by his appearance, but as thought he knew everything she was about to read.
Number 4 was silent that is other than Dudley who carried on with his video games unknowingly. Aunt Petunia stood up. And in the blink of an eye the letter she had held burst into a flame of white and disappeared.
“Well?” Moody said examining Petunia with his regular and magical eye.
“I—I.”
Uncle Vernon let out a small grumble. It appeared as though the charm was wearing off of.
Approaching the stairs, Aunt Petunia walked apprehensively. Harry moved out of the way. She gave Harry a brief look. She knelt down on the first stair and turned back to look at Uncle Vernon.
“What—gree bugg—“ Uncle Vernon said fighting the charm off, “in the devil—gree bugg-- are you doin—gree bugg--- Petunia.”
“Ver—I---I’m sorry. I’ve kept it for all this time. He told me if I said anything, Harry would---I couldn’t.”
“Who told you?” Harry started in.
“When I give this to you I want no questions, boy. Is it understood? Everything’s in there. It’s all in there. But once you have it, you must leave. All of you must leave or—just leave.”
“Wha—“
Harry peered over Aunt Petunia’s shoulder and there he saw what she had been protecting. She was kneeling on the floor at the third stair, which was now opened like a trap door revealing a small wooden box. She picked up the box and dusted it off. She glanced back toward Moody and back to Harry. She handed him the box.
“What are you doing Petunia?”
“I’m sorry Vernon. I had to, he would have been killed.”
Harry looked at Aunt Petunia for the first time in a different way. He saw her eyes begin to turn slightly bloodshot as a tear rolled down her cheek. She stood up and wiped her eyes with the scarf.
“But where did you—how long did you—who is?”
“Go.” Petunia commanded, “You have what you need. Just go!”
Harry stood there looking at Aunt Petunia. What was this box? Why had she hidden it and why did she need to keep it from Uncle Vernon? Harry thought to question her, but he looked over to her again and saw tears streaming down her face as she held her head in her hands.
Tonks bolted up the stairs. He heard Dudley let out a scream. Aunt Petunia who would normally cater to Dudley’s every whim just sat on the stairs staring at the floor, trying to avoid eye contact with the others. Dudley came running down the stairs nearly knocking Petunia over.
“Who is she? What is she? What is that thing upstairs, Mummy? Daddy?”
“Come here Duders.” Vernon said motioning Dudley over. Dudley waddled across the hallway not even looking twice at his mother.
“They’ve just come to get him.”
“What’s mummy doing?”
“I—I—I mean she’s—“ Vernon stuttered.
“I’m sorry Vernon, he said if I ever told you they’d come and—“ Petunia began sobbing. Harry was dumbfounded. He had never seen his Aunt act this way.
“Right, Harry. You have your things. Do you have your wand?”
“Got it. Recendo Harry.” Tonks chanted sending his wand flying through the air into Harry’s hands.
“Right. Let’s be off then.” Moody instructed.
“Wait.” Petunia called out.
A silence fell over the house.
“What if they come?”
“What the devil are you on about Petunia? You’re not well.”
“What if they come?”
“The guard will come.” Moody replied, glaring at Uncle Vernon.
“How will we know?”
“You’ll know. They won’t be coming after you, they’ll be helping you. Now we have to leave.”
Harry turned to leave. He wondered if he would ever see the Durselys again. He started to say goodbye when Petunia shouted, “Just leave us alone, boy. Haven’t you caused enough problems?”
Harry huffed, and followed Moody out the door.
The four figures headed out into the abandoned streets. Lead by Mr. Tibbles, followed by Mad Eye with Harry right behind and Tonks bringing up the rear.
“Where are we going?”
“Sanctuary, Harry.” Moody responded, “Sanctuary.”
“Where?” Harry questioned still not clear on the quartet’s plan.
“We need to get somewhere they wouldn’t expect to look for you. I’ve set up a port key at Arabella’s that will take us there.”
As they approached the home of Arabella Figg, Tonks let out a start. “Oh Mad Eye! Look!”
To a passerby the residence of Mrs. Figg would look quaint and cozy, but Harry and Moody both saw what Tonks had noticed, the door to Mrs. Figg’s home lay open. Just slightly letting the strange chill passed the door.
“Wands at the ready then.” Mad Eye commanded, “Harry you stay near. You understand? No matter what you see or think you see, you stay near.”
“Yes, sir.” Harry said.
Mad Eye was now scanning the house with his magical eye. “Tonks you and Mr. Tibbles you go around back. This looks like the work of Dementors.”
Harry remembered his last encounter with a dementor when he and Dudley had encountered the dementor. He remembered watching Dudley squeam on the ground, riddled with pain and sorrow. And then the dementor revealing his lips, to kiss Dudley. Harry shuddered remembering when he encountered a dementor at Hogwarts.
“Harry! Harry!” Moody called.
“Sorry sir.”
“Stop day dreaming and follow me.”
Harry removed his wand, and followed Moody up the cobblestone path. Moody walked just two steps ahead of him. When they arrived to the front door Harry could see inside, touched by the stale street lamps Mrs. Figg lay on the floor. Moody burst through the door.
“Tonks! Send out the signal.” Mood called.
From the kitchen window Harry could see a blaze of silver light shoot up into the air. And the sound of a sweet song piercing the silence of the night.
“What happ—“ Harry started to question what had happened to Mrs. Figg, but there he saw exactly what it was. She had been given the dementor’s kiss. It was clear to Harry because of the curled up position her body was in. Her face was wrought with discomfort and in her hands she clutched onto a framed photograph and a lace hankerchief.
“How did they get in here?” Tonks said sounding out of breath.
“Must have used a counter-charm to break the protection we put on it. That means they know we’re here. We have to get Harry out of here before they get to him.”
“Who is it? Lord Voldemort.”
Tonks flinched.
“No not him, more than likely a couple of Death Eater, and a Dementor by the looks of it.”
“But wouldn’t a Death Eater have cast the Dark Mark above the house?”
“Not if there wasn’t enough time. Look here, Arabella was attempting to stop them.”
Harry looked over to the kitchen where Tonks was standing. He could see a broken vase and
“Right Harry. Where is it?”
“Where is what?”
“The portkey! They must have found it.”
“Who?