Chapter 62:
Dumbledore had gone back to looking mutinous. "Come now, my boy, I'm sure your relatives did their best for you. They are your family, after all," he said. Harry could feel a slight compulsion pushing against him.
Amelia seemed to be pulled out of her shock at that and sent the Professor a dark look.
"It is my opinion, based on these accusations, that Harry's aunt and uncle are not fit to care for a magical child," Amelia said. "I'm sure you agree, Ms. Mirwood." "I do," Joanne said.
"Come now, they are the boy's family and he is a child. Surely you know how a child can exaggerate," Dumbledore said, making Harry want to hex him as he was basically calling him a liar.
Amelia looked angry but turned to Harry. "Harry, do you have any proof of what you say? Any evidence at all?" she asked.
"Well, I saw a private healer, Jordan Theon, last summer, who recorded all of my injuries. He prescribed potions to combat my malnutrition and to help heal my bones as they had not been set correctly and were weak from breaks. He also gave me an ointment for my scars. Kosti-Recovery, Helga's Apollo's Tears," Harry said.
Fortune,
and
"Very good. We will ask for him to provide the note of his scans. Is there anybody else who you can think of who could provide evidence?"
"Well, Madam Pomfrey did a scan while I was at school, so she would probably help. And Professor Snape brewed my potions and ointment. My head of house, Professor Flitwick, also knows; over Christmas, he wrote to my family and became concerned as they wrote about how they didn't care what happened to me if I was sick," Harry said in an embarrassed voice.
"Three teachers at Hogwarts are aware of your home life?" Amelia said, sending Dumbledore a dark look.