  "Minerva, the Blood Wards around this place will protect young Harry," Albus smiled. It was a strained and sad smile but a smile nonetheless. He knew Harry would be safe, Petunia wasn't a magic hater anymore. But still the boy was like his grandson and he didn't want to lose him. He already refused visits for the sole reason that everyone might let emotion cloud their judgments and call off the plan and take Harry back.