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Hidden Family	By : vinsmouse Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 17507 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter XIV

1st August, 1991
Dumbledore hurried from Hogwarts; even he couldn’t apparate from inside the wards. To say he was shocked when Hagrid told him of meeting Harry Potter the day before would be a great understatement. He was able to hide his shock from the half-giant only because the man wasn’t terribly perceptive, anybody else wouldn’t have been deceived. Telling himself Hagrid must be mistaken he had checked his monitoring devices the moment the other man left the office. Though they still appeared to operate it was quickly clear that they had once more become nothing more than entertaining toys.
Furious he had immediately left his office, out of Hogwarts and to just outside the wards; the moment he reached his destination he apparated to the back garden of Arabella Figg’s home on Magnolia Crescent. Not bothering to knock he forced the door open with an underpowered reducto. He noticed with some satisfaction the momentary look of fear on the old squib’s face before she realized who was entering her home.
“Hello Albus, tea?” Arabella calmly offered.

“No I don’t want any bloody tea,” Albus snapped. “How long has Harry Potter been gone from the Dursley’s?” he demanded in a harsh voice.
Arabella stared at him in dismay. “There’s no need for rudeness Albus, I told you four years ago that Harry no longer lived with his aunt. Didn’t you get my letter?”
“Letter? You sent important information like that through the normal post? Are you insane woman?” By now Dumbledore was yelling, spittle flying from his mouth in his anger.
“I was out of floo powder,” Arabella quietly explained. She should know, she had ‘accidentally’ spilled it after all. “Besides he had already been gone for several weeks when I learned of it, I didn’t suppose another day or two while the letter travelled would make any real difference.”
Albus was seething. The stupid woman may have ruined everything with her incompetence. “Didn’t you wonder why I never came to investigate your report?”
“I simply assumed I had either missed you or you had already been aware that Harry had gone to live with his grandfather,” Arabella innocently replied. She knew he wouldn’t be able to see anything other than what she had told him if he were to examine her memories. Memories after all only displayed the events as they occurred they revealed nothing of the inner thoughts of the person whose memories they were.
Albus took a deep breath. He reminded himself that the woman hadn’t meant any harm. “If I knew then why would I have left you here watching the Dursley family?”
“I admit I did wonder about that, but I supposed you had your reasons. Are you sure you wouldn’t like some tea Albus? You look as though you could use a nice cuppa,” she solicitously offered.
Albus’ anger deflated in the face of the old squib’s honest concern. “No Arabella, thank you. I need to speak to Mrs. Dursley and then I must begin searching for Harry Potter.” Turning around he quickly repaired the door before leaving the house.
Arabella watched him go with a satisfied smirk. Stupid wizards, they were always underestimating the intelligence of squibs and muggles.
Having calmed down somewhat Albus walked up the path to number 4 Privet Drive and rang the bell.
The smile on Petunia’s face fell the moment she took in the man standing before her. “I thought we were through with you freaks,” she snarled.
Albus frowned but needing information he quickly decided to ignore the slight. “I’m sorry to bother you Mrs. Dursley,” he apologized. “My name is Albus Percival Brian....”
“I know who you are,” Petunia curtly informed him. Lily had shown her a picture of the man once. “What do you want?”
Albus hid his surprise. “Perhaps it would be better if we discussed this inside.”
Looking quite put out Petunia backed away from the door, allowing him entry. Closing the door, she turned towards the man. “The boy doesn’t live here anymore.”
“I’m aware of that Mrs. Dursley. I regret that I only recently learned of this. It is imperative that I find the boy, could you tell me how Harry came to leave your home?” He asked this in what he supposed to be a pleasant tone. To a woman like Petunia, who hated all things magical, no wizard could ever achieve a tone pleasant enough to please her.
“If I answer your question will you leave and never return?”
“I don’t see any need to return here again,” Dumbledore replied. He could task Severus with returning the boy to his family after they found him.
With a short nod Petunia began her story. Unknown to her the aged wizard before her was easily able to see the memory now that it had been brought to the forefront of her mind. What he saw disturbed him greatly. With Amelia Bones involved returning Harry to the Dursley’s would become more difficult than he had originally supposed. Thanking the woman for her information Albus beat a hasty retreat, returning to Hogwarts to consider his options.
He could approach Amelia but he didn’t see much point. As head of the DMLE her shields would be entirely too strong for a Leglimency probe and she likely had wards in place to detect any potions. The alias she had given the Dursley woman told him that she intended to keep Harry’s whereabouts a secret. Clearly there was nothing he could do for the time being. He would just have to wait for the beginning of term.

1st September, 1991
Harry and Hermione led the group of adults towards the barrier Amelia had told them about. They were running a little late as Grandfather and the others had insisted on once more going over the things Amelia had told them concerning Dumbledore.
If Dumbledore asked to speak to Harry he was to insist that his head of house accompany him as was his right as a student. Should the headmaster attempt to discuss anything outside of school matters Harry had the right to refuse to answer. He was never to accept any food or drink from the headmaster, lest it be laced with some sort of potion. If Dumbledore made any attempts to force Harry into compliance with his wishes then he, Harry, was to immediately floo Amelia and ask for her assistance. At no time was Harry to forget that he was the head of his household and a Lord, something he should remind Dumbledore of should it become necessary.
Walking through the station the group paused as they heard a loud voice complaining about muggles. “Move along laddie,” Biggles quietly instructed so as not to draw attention.

Giving a short nod, the children once more walked towards the barrier. Dan and Emma laid a hand each on the shoulders of the children as they followed them through the barrier. As Amelia had told them it would, by maintaining contact with a magical person they could bypass the muggle repelling charms surrounding the barrier leading to platform 9 ¾ . Being squibs, Ginger and the others didn’t need such contact.
Harry and Hermione froze, staring in awe at the sight of the scarlet train; Hogwarts Express painted on its side. Used to modern trains the old steam engine, gleaming in the late summer sun was an enthralling sight.
Shaking off his enchantment, Harry turned to the group of adults. “Grandfather, why do you suppose that woman was speaking of muggles so loudly? Wouldn’t that violate the statute of secrecy?”
“I believe it would,” Ginger agreed. “Can you think of any reason a witch would risk such a violation?” He of course had a pretty fair idea but he wanted to see if Harry would reach the same conclusion. He and the others wouldn’t be at Hogwarts to guide him and while letters could of course be sent by way of Harry’s new owl, Hedwig, they would take time. It was therefore necessary that the children continue practicing the application of logic even when the adults were available to provide a possible answer.
Harry narrowed his eyes, thinking carefully. Beside him Hermione was also thinking the matter over. “She wanted to draw attention,” Harry mumbled. “I can’t be certain of course but perhaps Dumbledore set her to look for me,” Harry suggested.
“If he does seek to control you then she is likely one of his supporters,” Hermione pointed out.
Harry nodded. What Hermione said made sense. “We’ll need to be careful around her children, at least until we’re certain of their motives.”
Hermione smiled, her whole face lighting up. She had been terribly afraid that when they entered the magical world she, as an unimportant muggleborn, would be pushed to the side. With Harry’s words it was clear he had no intention of forgetting his first and closest friend.
Ginger, a look of pride on his face, looked down at his grandson. “Well done children. I suspect you’re both correct.”
“And I suspect that we had better say our farewells so the children can board the train,” Biggles pointed out.
While short, the farewells were filled with heartfelt emotion. Buoyed by the loving support of their families the two children soon were aboard the scarlet train, searching for a compartment. They passed quite a few compartments filled to capacity before finally finding one containing only two others, one of whom they recognized from pictures Amelia had shown them.
“Hello, may we join you?” Harry asked politely.
“Of course,” the round faced boy replied. Coming to his feet he helped the two with their trunks, securing them in place. “My name is Neville Longbottom and this is Susan Bones,” the boy shyly said, making the introductions as they all took their seats.
“A pleasure to meet you, I’m Harry Potter and this is Hermione Granger,” Harry replied. Though the other two paused for a moment he was thankful to see that neither asked about the scar nor lingered on his name.
“Pleasure,” both Hermione and Susan echoed Harry’s greeting. For a few minutes nobody said anything but before the silence could become awkward the door to the compartment opened. Standing in the doorway was a red-haired boy of their age, one who looked quite familiar to Harry and Hermione.
“Can I sit here, everywhere else is full.” Gaining permission, the boy, who introduced himself as Ron Weasley, entered the compartment and with help from Harry and Neville secured his trunk.
Harry quickly resumed his seat beside Hermione, next to the window. This left Ron with the choice of seats next to Hermione or Susan, Neville having the other window seat. The look on his face made it clear he liked neither option.
“Susan, are you related to Amelia Bones by any chance?” Hermione asked, though she already knew the answer. As she hoped Susan moved to their bench, taking the seat on the other side of Hermione.
“She’s my Aunt,” Susan replied as she sat down. “Do you know her?” She couldn’t honestly imagine how a muggleborn could have come to know her aunt.
“I’ve met her,” Hermione replied.
“Oh?”
Hermione was now regretting her question. She didn’t mind if Susan knew about their lessons but she didn’t want the whole school to know lest the news reach a certain pair of ears. Thinking quickly an honest if misleading reply came to her; “Yes, she was in Gringots when Harry and I went.”
“Are you really Harry Potter? Do you have the scar?” Ron asked from across the aisle.
Harry nodded while giving the boy an annoyed look.
“Can I see it?” was the next eagerly asked question.
Hermione rolled her eyes. Honestly didn’t the boy have any decency?
“I don’t believe so,” Harry coldly replied.
“Oh,” Ron sighed, clearly disappointed. “Why not?” he asked.
Hermione wished she could say something but she knew that it wasn’t her place. This was Harry’s fight, so to speak.
“Let me answer your question with a question,” Harry replied. “If something very bad had happened to you, let’s say your parents dying, and you had a scar from it, would you want to be reminded of the event?”
Hermione rubbed Harry’s back in a comforting gesture. She knew discussing his parents was a painful topic for her friend. The discovery of their journals in the Potter family vault had been a double-edged sword. While it had allowed him to finally know his parents after a fashion, it had simultaneously brought home the magnitude of his loss. She nodded when Harry shot her a grateful look, acknowledging his silent thanks.
“I never thought of that,” Ron admitted. “But it’s not like you really knew them,” he dismissed in the next breath. Shocked by the glare Harry sent his way, Ron stuttered an apology before lapsing into sullen silence.
Time passed, the children gradually getting to know one another better as they travelled towards their new school. The door opening again had them all looking up in surprise.
“Potter,” Draco Malfoy said, ignoring the others, “mind if I join you?”
“We don’t need any Death Eater wannabes here,” Ron snarked.
Draco turned to him, his eyes sweeping over the other boy in cold appraisal. “No need to ask your name, red hair and second-hand robes you couldn’t belong to any other family than the Weasley’s.”
Ron’s face soon matched his hair as he glared at the thin blond.
“I have no objections to you joining us Malfoy,” Harry spoke up. “What of you all?” he politely asked the others in the compartment. Weasley’s opinion had of course already been voiced. The others readily agreed with Harry, though it was clear that both Susan and Neville were uncertain.
“Thank you,” Draco said as he stepped into the compartment.
Ron glared but he scooted over, making room for the other boy. He didn’t really want to stay but his mother had told him he needed to become friends with Harry Potter. He would, his mother said, need guidance in the Wizarding world so that he didn’t fall in amongst the wrong sort of people; people like the Malfoys.
“I wonder if I could trouble you for the window seat Longbottom?” Draco asked.
“Why should he move?” Ron belligerently stepped in.
Neville didn’t really mind but it was a valid question. He waited for the answer.
Draco blushed. “My father seems to think I need bodyguards and I should like to avoid the two trolls he selected.” He directed his answer to Neville.
“Alright,” Neville agreed nudging Ron to move over so that Draco could have the window seat.
If only because he didn’t want to sit next to Malfoy himself, Ron quickly slid to the end of the seat.
“Do you all know each other then?” Harry asked. The other children confessed that they did, alleviating Harry, as the highest ranking person in the compartment, of the need of making introductions.
“We’ve all been using first names Draco, it seems a bit friendlier, don’t you agree?” Harry asked.
“As you say,” Draco readily agreed. “Did you all have an enjoyable summer?” As the Malfoy heir Draco wasn’t used to engaging in simple conversations with others. He was determined, however, to do his best.
The children he was familiar with were from families with similar views to those his father held. As such they had been taught that friends were undesirable and unnecessary. They should rather be striving to develop useful contacts. Draco had never considered any other viewpoint, not having been exposed to them, until his encounter with Harry and Hermione in Madam Malkin’s. Since that day he had thought long and hard about the world he lived in and his place in it. He wasn’t any longer sure that he agreed with the beliefs espoused by the elder Malfoy and many of his friends, he also wasn’t certain that he didn’t agree. He had finally concluded that it would be best if he could become better acquainted with Harry and Hermione as well as other children outside his normal circle, if he were to discover the best path for him to follow.

After awhile conversation between the children flowed easily. This was helped by the fact that both Ron and Draco chose to ignore the other. The only other interruption came when the trolley lady came around offering a selection of sweets. Harry and Draco purchased a large selection, sharing them amongst the entire group.
As the fullness of darkness descended upon them the train began to slow, finally coming to a stop at the Hogsmeade station. The children had changed into their robes a short time beforehand. Leaving the train, excitement among the first years was palpable as they made their way towards Hagrid who stood to one side waving a lantern and calling for the first years.
Harry looked at Hermione, both children were grinning; soon they would see Hogwarts for the first time. They could hardly wait!
TBC...
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A/N: When reading the Harry Potter books I was quite disappointed at the lost opportunity Draco Malfoy represented. I realize the books were written for children but I believe at times Rowling painted things a bit too black and white with the result that the world view of the characters was too simplistic. As we can see with the epilogue in the final book this resulted in nothing truly changing within the magical world.
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