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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 XII
31st October, 1989
Within a few weeks of beginning her tutoring of Harry, Amelia had known the child would be a powerful wizard. Tonight she had gotten her first indication of the scope of that power. If she hadn’t seen the evidence for herself she wouldn’t have believed it possible. Memories, however, didn’t lie. Working quickly she was able to examine and obliviate the muggles who had witnessed the accidental magic before any official reports were made. Luckily there had been no cameras present to record the activity.
Amelia had stopped by the Mount Street flat on her way to the Halloween ball at the Ministry. As a department head she was required to attend. She had been sorry to miss Ginger and Harry, the former having taking the latter trick or treating. Just about to leave the flat, Amelia had jumped in shock as Harry and Ginger suddenly appeared in the parlour.
“What, where?” Algy stuttered as the two appeared from thin air. His questions would have to wait; he had barely gotten the words out when Biggles rushed forward to catch Harry as he collapsed like a marionette with its strings cut.
“Harry!” Ginger cried out as the boy collapsed, thankfully to be caught by Biggles. Taking a step to follow the older man as he carried the child to his bedroom, Ginger very nearly collapsed himself. Had it not been for Algy and Bertie moving to his side he likely would have done so.
Amelia conjured a glass of brandy which she handed to Algy as they moved Ginger to the sofa. “See that he drinks that. I’ll check on Harry and be back in a moment.” So saying, Amelia left the room.
Biggles hadn’t been so frightened in many years. The pallor of the child’s face was terrible to see, especially in one so young. He wondered what could have happened to cause this, was it related to his and Ginger’s sudden appearance in the parlour? He thought it likely. A noise had him turning to see Amelia entering the room.
“Is Ginger alright?”
“I think he’s suffering a bit of shock,” Amelia replied. “Let me check Harry.”
Biggles stepped aside. “I thought you said you’re not a healer.”
“I’m not, but all Aurors are given some basic training, at least enough to make a diagnosis,” she answered even as she was casting the diagnostic spells. “Magical exhaustion,” Amelia was relieved to see.
“Is that serious?” Biggles asked.
“Not as such,” Amelia replied. “Harry need only rest, he may sleep for 24 hours or more, but then he’ll be fine. The only time magical exhaustion becomes serious is if the core is nearly depleted as the risk of core collapse increases greatly.”
“What do you suppose happened?”
“I think Harry apparated,” was Amelia’s awed response. “I’ll know more after I speak to Ginger,” she added. Turning towards the door she headed back to the parlour. “Harry is fine,” she announced as she entered the room to find Ginger struggling to gain his feet.
Ginger sank back, his body sagging with relief. When the shock had begun to wear off he remembered his grandson collapsing into Biggles’ arms. Driven by worry he immediately tried to stand only to find himself feeling more tired than he had ever before experienced. “What was that?”
“What did it feel like?” Amelia asked.
There was no hesitation in Ginger’s response. “It felt like I was being forced through a narrow tube.”
“By Merlin’s long beard,” Amelia whispered. She had of course known it must be this but to have it confirmed.
“What?” Ginger asked, growing alarmed again.
Amelia shook her head. “Oh no, there’s nothing to worry about, quite the contrary in fact.”
“How do you mean?”
“What Harry did was apparition. The fact that he can apparate, even accidentally, at his age is an indication of the raw magical power he possesses. That he was able to bring you with him and through the wards tells me that he will likely grow to become more powerful than Dumbledore or Voldemort, perhaps even more than the two together. Can you tell me what happened to cause this?”
Ginger nodded, growing pale as he remembered the events of the evening. “Did Biggles tell you where we were?”
“He did.”
“Harry was thirsty so we stopped at a market. We walked into the middle of a strong arm robbery. The man was startled, he fired his gun almost as soon as he turned around. All I could think was that I was going to die and Harry would be sent back to the Dursley’s. The next thing I was aware of I was moving through that tube, Harry’s hand in mine and then we were here.”
“Amazing,” Amelia whispered, awed by the power in the child. She allowed herself a moment before turning to practical matters. Obtaining the address from Ginger she had excused herself so she could take care of damage control.

“Are you quite sure the lad is in no danger?” Biggles asked Amelia late the next evening. They were standing in the doorway of Harry’s room, watching he and Ginger. It had now been a bit over 24 hours since Harry had apparated himself and Ginger into the flat and he had yet to wake up. They were all worried, none more so than Ginger who had not moved from the child’s bedside in spite of his own physical state. The stress of the robbery and the apparition had combined with shock to leave Ginger nearly as exhausted as his grandson. He wouldn’t leave the child though, insisting that he be there when the boy woke.
“I’m certain of it Biggles,” Amelia replied with a soft smile. “He exerted a great deal of power, think of it as running a marathon. Even with training one would be exhausted after such an expenditure of strength.” As Biggles took in her explanation Amelia took a moment to once more cast a spell on Harry, taking care of the physical needs he would have been unable to do for himself while he slept.
Biggles nodded, what she said made sense. Still he would feel better if she checked on the lad. He was just about to ask when a small moan was heard from the bed.
“Harry, lad,” Ginger leaned forward, anxious to see the bright green eyes he’d come to know so well.
Harry blinked tiredly. His eyelids felt so heavy. He didn’t understand why he was so tired. Had he been sick? “Grandfather,” he whispered.
“I’m here laddie,” Ginger assured, giving his hand a light squeeze. “How do you feel?”
“Mmmm, tired,” Harry groaned.
“I bet you are,” Amelia said from the end of the bed, having fully entered the room as Harry woke.
“Miss Amelia?” Harry was more confused than before. Why would Madam Bones be here, he didn’t understand. “What’s wrong with me?”
“Nothing really Harry,” Amelia answered. She quickly explained about the magical exhaustion. “Do you remember the robbery?” she gently asked.
Harry thought hard, trying to remember. He jerked, his eyes opening wide as he turned to his grandfather in fright. “I’m sorry grandfather, please don’t send me away,” he begged. Even now, over a year later he still experienced moments of fear. Of course his grandfather and the others knew about magic and didn’t seem to mind, but he hadn’t done any magic since coming to live with them. Perhaps now they had seen some magic they would change their minds.
Ginger quickly gathered the boy into his arms, stroking his back in a calming manner. “Hush laddie, you’re not going anywhere.” He repeated these words as many times as necessary until it seemed the child began to accept them.
“You’re not angry?”
“Of course not. Harry, lad, you saved my life I’d be a pretty ungrateful berk if I were angry about that. Actually it makes me worry less about sending you to magic school later, now I know you’re so powerful.”
“I am?” Harry was quite pleased to hear that.
“You are indeed young man,” Amelia answered. “I’ve never heard of a child accidentally apparating before, let alone bringing along another with him.”
“Is that what I did?”
“Yes, apparating is a means of magical transportation. You’ll receive training in it during your last year at Hogwarts.”
Harry yawned widely, quickly covering his mouth. “Sorry,” he mumbled.
“No need to apologize laddie. You get some more sleep, we’ll all be here when you get up,” Ginger said.
“You too Grandfather,” Harry said.
“Me too?”
“You look tired.”
Biggles laughed. “You’ve been caught laddie. Don’t worry Harry, we’ll see he gets some rest.”
Harry smiled and closed his eyes, quickly traveling back to the land of nod.
Ginger laid his hand on top of Harry’s head. “Sleep well Harry, lad.” Standing up he stumbled, the very long day, he had been awake for more than 24 hours after all, catching up to him. As always Biggles was there to catch him.
“Alright laddie?”
Ginger nodded, “Thanks to you.”
“Come on then.” Taking his arm, Biggles led the younger man to his room for some much needed rest.
TBC...
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A/N: I'm not sure if I used the correct term for the robbery. Yes I know guns aren't so easily had in England but I assume that just like any place if a criminal wants something badly enough they'll find a way to obtain it. They certainly won't be concerned with breaking the laws. ;)
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