They held it in courtroom ten, the same room where Harry had been put on trial for repelling the Dementors. They called primary school teachers from H...rry's younger days. They had Obliviated them afterwards, of course. Harry was a troublemaker. The reason he was wearing such baggy clothing was he had to earn better ones. Vernon had read about it in some weird magazine or other. Got a troublesome kid? Make him earn stuff. For each day of good behaviour, earn a shirt, earn a toy, whatever. Each. “So you know, I will be home briefly around 3:00. I’d rather you not be here then, but it seems that you won’t. I will then leave again around 5:30 and be back home sometime around 8:00. If you come home after work, I’d like to know that you’ll not be here until after 5:45 and then be gone no later than 7:45.”“I can do that” I said, my head now swimming with questions. “Why are you coming home and then leaving?”“I’d rather not say,” she replied, “but you’ll know later tonight.”“Are we really. And it didn't stop. I had no idea if real damage was being done or not; I knew that he'd taken me past the point of caring about my own pride. I'd been reduced to groveling, to crying, to pleading. My eyes were swollen from the tears that had been pouring out for the last hour now. I knew that even my nose had been running, but I'd had no way of stopping it. It didn't matter to me though; he'd been flogging me, whipping me, using unknown implements to make my skin burn. My ass, my legs, my. . " She raised her head and looked around. There was an older couple with several small bags, and they were having trouble with them. She raised her voice. "Randy!" she shouted. "Help these folks with their bags." Randy's here?" Karin asked, showing a little shock herself."Yeah, Mom," her daughter said. "He's a customer, signed up at the last minute, just like you, I guess. We're a little shorthanded this trip, and he's been helping out." Crystal, is there something going on with you two?" No,.