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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 XXV

1st November, 1991

Mount Street Flat
The fire flared green, startling those in the room. “May I come through?” Amelia asked. Permission granted she quickly stepped into the parlour.
“Have you finished your investigation so soon?” Biggles asked.
“What did you find out?” Dan asked at nearly the same moment. He and Emma had opted to remain at the Mount Street flat while they all waited to hear from Amelia.
Amelia answered neither question as she turned her attention to Ginger. “Ginger to begin with Harry is going to be fine.”
Ginger paled, “What happened?” he asked in a strained voice.
In a few sentences and being sure not to leave anything out Amelia explained what had occurred at Hogwarts. “Madame Pomfrey, the school medi-witch, assured me that Harry will be fine. He is currently suffering from a mild case of magical exhaustion.”
Familiar with the condition Ginger knew the medi-witch was right. Nevertheless he needed to see his grandson. “I want to see him.”
“Of course,” Amelia nodded. “I can take you to Hogwarts myself.”
Ginger turned to Biggles. “Would you come along?” Perhaps it wasn’t strictly necessary but Ginger knew he would feel better with his friend’s company as he entered the enemy’s lair, as it were. Aside from that Biggles had always been a very observant man, often catching things others had overlooked. It was quite possible he would see something important or at least helpful.
“You needn’t ask,” Biggles said, coming to his feet.
Amelia frowned. “I’m not sure this will be allowed.”
“Why shouldn’t it be?” Ginger asked.
“Dumbledore can’t truly object to your presence, you are Harry’s grandfather after all. He may well object to Biggles however and I’m afraid the school by-laws would favour him.”
“Well then we’ll just have to convince him, if he objects,” Biggles stated. “You still have the list of other magical schools?” he asked Ginger.
Ginger confirmed he did.
“You intend to threaten taking Harry out of Hogwarts?” Amelia gasped.
“No, I will simply point out, if necessary, that Hogwarts isn’t the only magical school in existence,” Biggles replied.
“I will be the one to threaten to remove Harry from Hogwarts,” Ginger smirked.
Amelia knew these men well enough to know she wouldn’t be able to deter them from their course once they set it. “We’ll floo directly to the hospital wing,” she told them. Throwing some floo powder into the flames she stepped in clearly announcing her destination. She was followed in quick succession by Ginger and Biggles.
Hogwarts

Hospital Wing
“Madame Bones who are these men?” Poppy Pomfrey demanded. She had known the witch intended to inform Harry’s grandfather of his condition. She hadn’t expected her to return with two men.
“Madame Pomfrey this is Ginger Hebblethwaite, Harry’s grandfather,” Amelia introduced. “And this is James Bigglesworth, a close family friend.”
“How is my grandson?” Ginger asked, foregoing the usual pleasantries.
Poppy’s demeanour softened instantly. It was easy to see the man cared deeply for his grandchild. “He’s sleeping at the moment, I don’t expect him to wake before morning. He will be fine I assure you, he is simply exhausted after his encounter with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.”
“You mean Voldemort?” Biggles asked, frowning when the woman flinched. Really such fear over a name; while understandable in children it was most unbecoming for an adult to react with such obvious discomfort. “It is his name,” he pointed out.
“Yes, yes of course,” Poppy mumbled.
“I’d like to see Harry now,” Ginger interrupted.
“I’ve placed him in one of the private rooms,” Poppy said as she led them from her office.
“You children should be in class,” Poppy admonished the two children sitting next to Harry’s bed.
“We have a free period Madame Pomfrey,” Draco informed the medi-witch.
“Be that as it may Mr. Malfoy you shouldn’t be here, either of you. Mr. Potter needs his rest.”
At that moment Hermione spotted Ginger and Biggles coming into the room. Rushing forward she wrapped her arms around Ginger and began to cry.
Scooping the child up Ginger took a seat next to the bed, settling the crying girl in his lap. “Shh Hermione, everything is going to be alright,” he soothed.
“But Harry isn’t waking up,” she protested.
Biggles shared a disapproving look with Ginger. “Didn’t anybody tell you anything of Harry’s condition?”
“We didn’t think it necessary to worry the children Mr., I’m sorry I don’t know your name,” a new voice sounded from the doorway.
Biggles turned. He recognized the man instantly, having seen his face in several of Harry’s books. “Bigglesworth,” he supplied. “How do you conclude that withholding information about Harry’s condition will prevent worry in his friends?”
“It is school policy Mr. Bigglesworth. I’m afraid you wouldn’t understand, not being part of the magical world,” Dumbledore replied in a tone that was just shy of condescending. “Frankly I am surprised to find you here. Mr. Hebblethwaite of course has every right to be here but as you have no relative within these hallowed halls I don’t believe your presence should be permitted.”

“Hermione,” Ginger said, “Harry is going to be fine. He is only magically exhausted and needs to sleep.”
“You mean like that other time?” Hermione asked.
“Yes child that is exactly what I mean.”
This gained Dumbledore’s attention. Forgetting about his conversation with Bigglesworth he turned his attention to Harry’s grandfather. “This has happened before?” Here could be the leverage he needed to remove Harry from the man’s care. If he could prove the grandfather wasn’t adequately protecting the child from injury CPS would surely place him elsewhere. He was sure the Weasley’s or another light family would be willing to care for the child.
“I don’t believe that is any of your concern Headmaster Dumbledore,” Biggles coldly stated.
Dumbledore frowned. “I must insist Mr. Bigglesworth that you refrain from interfering in matters which you do not understand nor do they concern you.”
“The headmaster is right,” Poppy interrupted. “If you continue to interfere in matters that don’t concern you I will bar you from the hospital wing.”

Ginger stood and transferred Hermione to the chair he had occupied. “Headmaster, Madame Pomfrey, I’m afraid I must insist on Biggles remaining. Furthermore as a close friend and a near uncle to my lad he has every right to interfere as you put it.”
“Nevertheless you are both here upon my forbearance.” Dumbledore pointed out. It was time these squibs were taught their proper place in the Wizarding world.
“Are you saying that Ginger shouldn’t be allowed to see his grandson, even when the child is injured, unless you allow it?” Biggles asked.
“That is precisely what I am saying Mr. Bigglesworth. The by-laws of Hogwarts are quite clear, only magicals may enter herein. None other may enter the grounds except the headmaster grant his permission.”
“And squibs don’t count as magicals of course,” Biggles stated.
“Ah, you understand your position then,” Dumbledore smiled.
“Madame Bones could you arrange for Harry and Hermione’s things to be returned home?” Ginger asked.
“Hermione too?”
“Dan and Emma told us this past summer that if Harry ever changed schools they would want Hermione to accompany him.”
“You can’t do this,” Dumbledore interjected.
“I am Harry’s grandfather and in this instance stand as proxy for Hermione’s parents,” Ginger firmly stated, “you will find Headmaster that I can certainly remove both children from the dubious care you provide.”
“I’m afraid I can’t allow that,” Dumbledore sadly said. Raising his wand he prepared to cast a wide-spread obliviate. Before a single sound escaped his lips the elderly headmaster found his wand snatched from his hand.
Biggles handed the wand to Amelia and turned cold eyes upon the aging headmaster. “I’ve seen your type before Dumbledore and you all, magical or not, have one thing in common.”
“How dare you?”
“Your problem Dumbledore is you’ve had your own way too long. You’ve forgotten what it is to face opposition from any but so-called dark wizards. What spell were you about to cast?” Biggles demanded.
“I would like to hear that answer myself,” Amelia put in.
Dumbledore sighed, he knew when he should retreat. “I was simply going to seal the room.”
“To what end?” Biggles asked.
“Only so that I might have a chance to speak further with Mr. Hebblethwaite. Hogwarts is the premier school in Europe, I should hate for the children’s education to suffer simply because we got off on the wrong foot,” Dumbledore explained in his best grandfatherly tones.
Ginger shook his head. “You believe keeping us captive would be the way to change my mind?”
Hermione leaned over towards Draco. “You see, most wizards have no logic,” she whispered knowingly.
Draco nodded. He had noticed it himself. There were a few wizards who were quite good at wielding logic but most seemed to be lacking in that department.
“I would have released you once you had heard me out,” Dumbledore insisted.
“Amelia,” Ginger turned to the head of the DMLE, “I wish to file a formal complaint.”
“Mr. Hebblethwaite I assure you that is unnecessary,” Dumbledore tried to placate the man. He couldn’t afford another complaint coming so soon on the heels of the last.
“I’m sorry Headmaster but your assurances aren’t worth much with me.”
Dumbledore swallowed. “Are you familiar with magical oaths Mr. Hebblethwaite?”
“I am.”
“If I swore a magically binding oath would you consent to allowing the children to continue at Hogwarts?” He hated to offer an oath but he couldn’t allow Harry Potter to attend any other school. What if they sent him to Durmstrang? It would be a disaster.
“What would this oath entail?” Biggles asked. He hid his amusement as the elderly wizard visibly bristled at his interference.
“I would swear upon my magic that I would not interfere with either of you visiting Hogwarts when necessary.” He would of course be the one to determine what qualified as necessary.
“Include my other friends and Hermione’s parents in that and you have...” Ginger was about to agree when Biggles interrupted.
“One thing laddie.”
“Yes?”
“Part of the oath should state that you decide when a visit is necessary.”
“An excellent idea, thank you,” Ginger smiled. “Well Headmaster?”
Dumbledore sighed. He would have to swear the oath or risk them removing the children. He couldn’t care less about the Granger girl but Harry had to remain at Hogwarts. With that in mind he reluctantly swore the magically binding oath, after Amelia returned his wand. “If you’ll excuse me,” he said. Moving quickly he made his retreat complete, leaving laughter in his wake.
“Harry will be quite put out,” Hermione said as the laughter died down.
“Why is that?” Draco asked.
“He missed the meeting between the headmaster and Biggles,” Hermione grinned.
TBC...
Please feed the muse with reviews. Thanks for the reviews. In answer to a couple of remarks/questions: I always thought Snape was a petty, vindictive man who had no right to call Lily his friend, given the way he treated her only child. It's nearly finished so the update speed should continue.
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