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Hidden Family	By : vinsmouse Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 17507 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Biggles, not making any money, just cheap thrills.

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Chapter XI
Christmas day night 1987
Ginger peaked his head into Harry’s room a fond smile crossing his face as he watched the boy. Even in sleep the child’s face wore a large grin. He wasn’t really surprised. Harry had told him, as he tucked him in, that this had been the best Christmas ever. He suspected the child would think that even had the celebration been a poor one; the Dursley’s having likely never allowed him to participate in their Christmas.
He would always remember the way the child’s entire face had lit up when he stepped into the parlour that morning. The sight of the tree, presents piled under it was indeed a sight to behold. Thinking the child was excited by the presents Father Christmas had left they soon found that he was very nearly as excited over the presents he had to distribute.
Having more time to prepare for Christmas than they had had for Harry’s birthday, the presents were more along the lines of what other children his age would receive. Oddly and yet he wasn’t really surprised, there had been two things which Harry had seemed most excited by...a set of child’s encyclopaedias, courtesy of Algy and the Christmas cracker. Deprived most of his life of the simplest of pleasures Harry had yet to develop a desire for expensive, flashy things. Ginger hoped he never would.
“Sleep well laddie,” Ginger whispered before quietly closing the door.

January 1988
“Now Harry I want you to stay out of the parlour for a bit,” Ginger told the child as he opened the door to the flat.
Harry looked up at his grandfather in confusion. He went into the parlour everyday after school. Mr. Biggles, Algy and Bertie liked to ask him about his day at school and what had he learned.
Seeing the confusion Ginger quickly explained that Biggles was working and wasn’t to be disturbed. “We’ll have our snack in the dining room,” he added. Taking Harry’s coat, Ginger hung it in the hall closet while the child took his satchel to his room.
“Grandfather isn’t Mr. Biggles retired?” Harry asked as he returned to the hall.
“Mostly lad,” Ginger replied.
“There you are old boy,” Bertie greeted them as they entered the dining room. “Did you learn many things today lad?”
“Yes sir,” Harry answered automatically, his attention still on his grandfather. “What do you mean Grandfather?” There were a few people in Little Whinging who were retired and he knew they never worked at anything, unless gossiping counted. Harry didn’t think Mr. Biggles would gossip.
“You know from the stories we’ve told you that we all used to be policemen?”
“Yes sir.”
“Well lad, Biggles was the best there was. He could often see patterns others would miss. That’s not to say he didn’t make mistakes, everybody does,” Ginger added. He didn’t want Harry to start thinking that any of them were infallible; he knew Biggles would agree with him.
“But isn’t he too old to go on adventures? I’m sorry Grandfather,” Harry immediately apologized. Though none of the men had ever hit him he couldn’t stop the flinch when Ginger reached for him. He relaxed when the man only ruffled his hair and chuckled, though the laugh seemed a bit strained.
Ginger forced himself to ignore the flinch. He didn’t want to draw attention to the boy’s reaction. After the way the Dursley’s had treated him it was to be expected that the child would be prepared for a strike for any mistake, real or perceived. As normally as possible, he ruffled the child’s hair in response. “No need to apologize laddie when you’re right. He is a bit past the age to have adventures; we all are if it comes to that. The thing is that Biggles was so good that people still come to him for help. Detectives, mostly, but sometimes ordinary people as well, will bring cases to Biggles when they’re having trouble solving them. While he can’t go adventuring, he is often able to point them in the right direction.”
Harry thought this over for a moment. “How can he do that if he isn’t able to go to where the things happened?”
Ginger smiled. “By applying logic laddie.”
“What is logic Grandfather?”
“Hmm, well laddie I suppose the best way to explain it is to say that logic is looking at all the facts you have and then putting them together in the way that best makes sense.”
Algy and Bertie exchanged amused glances; fancy trying to explain logic to a seven year old.
“You mean like when I met you and knew I should go with you?”
“No laddie that was more likely instinct than logic.” More like desperation Ginger thought to himself. He wished there was something that could be done to punish the Dursley’s but that would bring attention to the fact that Harry was no longer living with them. He would have to remember to discuss it with Amelia. Perhaps it would be worth the risk. His sense of justice was offended at the thought of them escaping their actions without consequence.
“Oh.” Harry hung his head. He was sorry to have disappointed his grandfather.
Ginger shot a look towards his friends. Couldn’t one of them think of a way to explain logic to the boy?
Taking pity on him, Algy searched his memory for an example that Harry would understand. Suddenly it came to him. “Do you remember lad when we were at the park and that boy had lost his dog?”
“Yes sir,” Harry replied. He wondered what that had to do with logic.
Algy smiled. He could see the child was confused. “You knew before he asked that he had lost his dog. How did you know?”
“Because he had a leash in his hand,” was the matter-of-fact reply.
“That was logic lad.”
“It was?”
“It was,” Agly smiled. “You took the facts you knew, he was wandering about the park, holding a leash but without a dog, therefore logic said he had lost his dog.”
Harry grinned. “Is that what Mr. Biggles does?”
“It certainly is,” Algy confirmed. “Though of course the cases he helps with don’t usually involve lost pets.” He thought he had better add that bit before the child began to picture Biggles as some sort of pet locator.
“Do you think I could learn more about logic?” Harry asked, turning to his grandfather.
“I don’t see why not laddie,” Ginger answered. He thought it was likely a good idea. From what he had heard of Harry’s lessons with Amelia the Wizarding world didn’t often use logic. Apparently even those raised in the muggle world forgot the use of it after a few years in the Wizarding world.
Look at his daughter, whom in making out her will, failed to state his name. Though he blamed Dumbledore for placing Harry with his aunt and uncle it was likely the man hadn’t realized Lily had meant Ginger when she stated the child was to go to her father. Logically, as Biggles had pointed out to him, the man probably thought she had meant George Evans who by that time had passed on. This in no way excused him for his blatant disregard of Lily’s wishes in placing the child with the Dursleys, nor did it absolve him for his failure to check on the boy. That failure was made worse by the fact that the man had a monitoring charm on the boy, yet had apparently never intervened when Harry was injured by the Dursleys. Furthermore he hadn’t seemed to notice, months after the fact, that the charm had been removed.
“Why don’t you ask Biggles if it would be alright to use some of our old cases to help Harry learn logic, if you see what I mean?” Bertie suggested.
“Capital idea Bertie,” Algy agreed. “It would be just the thing to help the boy.”
“Please Grandfather,” Harry said, turning pleading eyes on the man. He really wanted to learn more about logic, it sounded dead useful.
“I’ll ask him at the first opportunity laddie,” Ginger easily promised. He didn’t think Biggles would object. Wasn’t he often heard to complain about the lack of logic exhibited by younger people nowadays? He would of course need to choose the cases carefully. It wouldn’t do to expose Harry to the more upsetting cases they had worked over the years; best to keep to the simple cases where injuries if any were few and minor.
“Thank you Grandfather. Do you think, never mind I shouldn’t ask.”
“Harry,” Ginger said, placing two fingers under the boy’s chin he gently tilted his head up so he could see his face. “Never be afraid to ask me a question laddie. You can’t learn anything if you don’t ask and I promise the worst I will ever do is to say no.” Holding up his hand in the classic pose he added, “Scout’s honour.”
Harry swallowed hard. Even after all this time he wasn’t always sure what was allowed and what wasn’t. Life with his grandfather and the others was so very different from life in the Dursley house. “Do you think it would be okay for Hermione to learn too?”
Ginger smiled. “I think that is a wonderful idea laddie. It’s quite nice of you to want to share with your friend.” Moving his hand, he ruffled the boy’s hair. “I’ll be sure to include your request when I speak to Biggles.”
Speaking to Biggles that evening, permission was soon given. At Biggles’ suggestion it was decided that each of the men would take it in turns to teach the children. This would expose them to different ways of thinking and applying logic, allowing them to determine what worked best for them. It would also show them that there was no one hard and fast means of reaching the proper conclusion. Everybody, no matter their thought processes, could contribute to solving a given problem.
TBC...
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A/N: I realize they're all adults and Harry is Ginger's grandchild but I felt it wouldn't be right for them to use old casefiles in teaching Harry without first gaining permission from Biggles.
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