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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 XVI

1st September, 1991

Mount Street flat
A tapping sound drew their attention to the window. As Bertie was closest it was he that opened the window.
“Good evening Hedwig old girl, letter from Harry?” he asked cheerfully. Reaching for the letter he was surprised when the snowy owl pecked at his hand before flying over to Ginger, gracefully landing on the arm of his chair. “Why do you suppose she did that? I thought she liked me,” Bertie said in a hurt voice.
“I’ve no idea Bertie,” Ginger replied. Uncertainly he reached for the letter but it seemed Hedwig had no issue with him. “It is from Harry,” he confirmed as he turned the envelope over.
“What does the lad have to say?” Biggles asked.
Ginger opened the letter and read aloud.
Dear Grandfather and company,
Firstly I wish to apologize to Bertie for Hedwig’s behaviour. Per the suggestion of Draco, a boy in my class, I instructed Hedwig to deliver the letter to only you Grandfather. Post owls are very diligent in their duties and will protect the post from all unauthorized persons.
“Hold hard,” Bertie interrupted, “how does the lad know to apologize to me?”
“That’s the next bit,” Ginger replied with a chuckle.
Knowing Bertie’s chair is closest to the window I expect he was the one to first greet Hedwig. Consequently he likely received a peck or two when he attempted to retrieve the letter. Such behaviour is unavoidable if we wish to prevent certain people reading our correspondence.
I believe our theory concerning the family of redheads was correct. While on the train the youngest redhead, Ron Weasley, entered our compartment. He had barely taken a seat when he was asking if I am Harry Potter and wished to see my scar. I did attempt a diplomatic answer but I’m afraid he took offence in any case. You might ask Amelia about his family. I should quite like confirmation of their relationship with Dumbledore.
Hermione and I were sorted into Ravenclaw house. You might remember this is the house for those who have a love of learning. My placement seemed to come as a surprise to most of the school, though not nearly so much as Draco’s placement in the same house. Apparently the entirety of the Wizarding world was certain that I would be placed in Gryffindor while Draco was expected to enter Slytherin house. The lack of logic in these expectations astounds me. Do these people not realize we are none of us our parents? Why would they assume a child would enter a house due only to their parent’s placement? Based on a talk with Draco and my other dorm mates it is also expected that children will follow in the footsteps of their parents, not only in career but in outlook. Is it any wonder the prejudices of the Wizarding world never seem to die out?
After the welcoming feast the headmaster stood to make some start of term announcements. Most were quite ordinary, reminders of areas forbidden to students as well as items banned from the castle. The final announcement, however, was quite concerning. Dumbledore warned all students away from a certain corridor on the third floor upon pain of death. Is the man mad? Already I have heard whispers among the older students concerning plans to investigate said corridor. As this is the house of learning and one assumes logic I fear the other houses will see an even great number of students visiting the third floor corridor. No fear that I or Hermione will be among said students. I can think of no good reason for such an investigation.
We receive our class schedules tomorrow at breakfast. I will write more later.
Your affectionate grandson,

Harry
P.S. You might mention to Amelia that Dumbledore attempted to enter my mind during the sorting. I was easily able to detect the intrusion and immediately averted my eyes.
Ginger frowned at the last. “I wonder if there is anything to be done about that?”
“We can ask Amelia but I would doubt it,” was Biggles’ opinion.
“Surely it can’t be legal,” Bertie protested. “One’s mind should be free from intrusion.”
“I agree with Bertie,” Algy said.
“Oh I don’t doubt there are laws against it. Even the Wizarding world isn’t that lacking in logic and common sense. No, the law isn’t the issue as I see it, the problem lies in proving the intrusion,” Biggles explained.
The others could only nod, seeing the sense in Biggles’ explanation. “I’ll reply now,” Ginger said.
2nd September, 1991

Hogwarts Great Hall
Harry and Hermione looked up as hundreds of post owls filled the hall, each with a letter or package to deliver. Seeing Hedwig brought a smile to Harry’s face. He had been sure Grandfather would reply quickly but had no idea how long it would take Hedwig to make the trip. He was quite sure an ordinary owl would require much more time, leading him to believe the post owls used by wizards were themselves magical.
“A letter from home?” Hermione asked.
Harry nodded. “Thank you Hedwig,” he said, taking the letter and giving his owl a piece of his bacon. Opening the envelope, he removed the pages and read.
Dear Harry,
We were quite surprised by Hedwig’s behaviour, thank you for the explanation. Bertie says quite alright old boy, one must take precautions and all that. None were surprised to hear of your and Hermione’s placements. Never have we seen any child as enamoured of learning as are the two of you.
I am concerned with the behaviour of your headmaster. If he attempts to cause you any trouble do not forget your lessons.
I will see to your requests for information. We were glad to hear you are making friends. It is hoped that your plans will come to the result we should all prefer. Study hard but never forget that knowledge without application serves no purpose.
With great affection,

Grandfather

After tucking the letter away, Harry dug into his breakfast with gusto. Hedwig, having finished her snack flew off with the remainder of the owls.
“Mr. Potter, your schedule,” the voice of Filius Flitwick, their head of house came from behind the children.
Turning in his seat Harry accepted the schedule. “Thank you sir.”
“The headmaster wishes to see you after breakfast Mr. Potter,” Flitwick frowned. He didn’t know why Dumbledore would make such a request, it certainly wasn’t the usual procedure.
“Yes sir. I would like to request your presence during the meeting please,” Harry replied. Unlike the small professor Harry had been expecting something of the sort.
“Of course Mr. Potter,” Flitwick readily agreed. “We can go after I finish with the schedules if you like.”
“That would be acceptable sir.”
2nd September, 1991

Mount Street

Evening
“What’s this? Another letter already?” Bertie asked as he opened the window for Hedwig. Having learned his lesson he made no attempt to retrieve the letter.
With a frown Ginger took the letter from the owl. Two letters so close together couldn’t be a good sign.
“What has happened laddie?” Biggles asked.
Ginger slit the envelope, removing the parchment he once more read aloud.
Dear Grandfather and company,
You must be quite surprised; I’m sure, to receive a second missive in so short a time. The reason for this will soon become clear.
Following breakfast our schedules were distributed by our head of house, Professor Flitwick. It was at this time the professor informed me of Dumbledore’s request for a meeting following breakfast. The professor readily agreed to accompany me to said meeting. Luckily I had no classes during the first period, allowing time for the meeting.
I write this only minutes after the meeting. The headmaster was quite surprised to see Professor Flitwick when I entered his office. He immediately made to dismiss the man, he relented, however, upon learning that should that occur I would leave with my head of house.
Dumbledore proceeded to question me as to my living arrangements, expressing a desire to see me returned to the Dursley’s at the earliest convenience. Upon informing him of the fact that I was in the quite capable custody of my grandfather with no desire to return to a family that had ever only abused me, I was accused of exaggeration. It was with effort that I kept my temper but Biggles will be glad to know I succeeded. His lessons were not lost.
Immediately I called him on the insult for which he quickly apologized. He seemed most disconcerted by the confidence with which I carry myself. Unfortunately, for him, the apology was followed at once by an attempt to force me into compliance.
“What exactly does the lad mean by force?” Algy harshly inquired.
Ginger didn’t respond other than to continue with the letter.
Tell the others not to worry. The old man only attempted to claim himself as my magical guardian. A notion I quickly disabused him of. He was quite put out to learn that I have claimed my status as Lord Potter but no matter.
His next tactic was a suggestion that you are not my grandfather. Apparently I was expected to believe that your presence in my life was some sort of trick perpetuated by Death Eaters. And this is the one of the leaders, if not the de facto leader, of the Wizarding world?
Please give Bertie my thanks for the idea of a DNA test. It was this proof that kept Professor Flitwick firmly on my side. Don’t blame the professor for he is used to, as is the entire Wizarding world, thinking Dumbledore nothing other than trustworthy.
Seeing he would be unable to persuade me to his way of thinking the Headmaster chose this juncture to quit the fight. Immediately I was dismissed from the meeting I hurried to my dorm in order that I might pen this letter. I shall write with more news later in the week.
Your affectionate grandson,

Harry
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