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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 XXVI
22nd December, 1991
Hermione was proven right when Harry woke later that same day. He had been quite put out at missing the meeting. Amelia had at that point introduced them to the idea of a pensive, promising to show Harry a memory of the event during the holidays. It would prove to be an amusing event which Harry quite enjoyed.
The rest of the term passed without incident and soon Christmas break was upon them. Only a few children had opted to remain in the castle over the holiday, Harry and Hermione were not among them.
“You will be coming to our New Year’s celebration won’t you?” Neville asked Harry and Hermione as they settled into a compartment on the Hogwarts Express.
“Grandfather sent his permission yesterday,” Harry confirmed.
With a smile Hermione confirmed her attendance. “We both sent an RSVP to your grandmother this morning.”
“Hedwig can deliver them and meet us in London,” Harry said. “It will save her making the trip in her cage.” He turned to Draco. “Will you be attending?”
“I doubt it. Mother usually hosts a celebration at the manor.”
“We’ll miss having you Draco,” Neville said. He had come a long way since the beginning of the year. Though still quiet he was less fearful and shy than he had been. Perhaps this was down to being sorted into a house filled with loyal friends, perhaps it was due to his friendship with Harry Potter. Neville himself couldn’t say. Though he had been surprised to be included in Harry’s circle what had truly shocked him was his developing friendship with Draco Malfoy. Who would have ever believed a Longbottom and a Malfoy could be friends?
“And I shall regret not welcoming the new year with my friends,” Draco sincerely returned.
The rest of the trip was spent playing games and discussing holiday plans. All too soon for the group of friends the train was pulling into the station. Saying their good-byes the children separated with Harry and Hermione making their way towards the barrier leading to the muggle world.
“Do you see them Harry?” Hermione asked.
Harry scanned the crowd searching for their families. “There they are,” he said as he spotted them standing in an out of the way spot. Taking Hermione’s hand in his he led the way towards the adults. Happily the adults exchanged hugs with the children.
“I missed you Grandfather, all of you,” Harry quickly added. He didn’t want the others to feel as if they mattered any less. In Harry’s eyes there was more to a family than blood relation and the other men were as much his family as his grandfather.
Ginger hugged him tightly. “We missed you too lad. The flat has been too quiet these past months.”
“Does that mean I can run wild through the flat?” Harry mischievously asked.
Ginger chuckled. “I think you’d best save running wild for the park.”
“Have you got all your things?” Biggles asked.
“Yes sir,” Harry replied.
“Let’s get home then.”
“Dinner will be at one o’clock,” Emma reminded them. As they had for the past several years the occupants of Mount Street would take their Christmas dinner with the Grangers. This allowed them to enjoy a proper Christmas feast while still giving Mrs. Tolliver the day off.
“We shall be there dear lady, no fear,” Bertie replied for them all.
Christmas Day, 1991

Mount Street Flat
Though he had woke quite early Harry wasn’t the first into the parlour. He wondered sometimes if the men slept here on Christmas Eve, they always made it to the room before him.
“Happy Christmas Harry,” the men spoke almost as one.
“Happy Christmas,” Harry replied with a wide grin.
“Ready to see what Father Christmas brought laddie?” Biggles asked.
That was all the invitation needed for Harry to fall to his knees next to the tree. Presents were soon distributed until each member of the family possessed a respectable pile. Moving around the circle they took it in turns opening presents. There were many exclamations of pleasure as the gifts were revealed. Harry, as was proper, received the lions share.
“I wonder who this is from,” Harry murmured as he reached for the final present. He held it up for the men to inspect but none recognized the wrapping. “Do you think I should open it?” Harry asked his grandfather.
“It should be safe. The wards wouldn’t allow anything harmful to enter the flat,” Ginger reminded the boy.
With a nod Harry removed the card and read: Harry, your father left this with me. I believe it is time it was returned, use it well. That was all.
“That’s strange.” Carefully removing the paper he found a silvery material that glided through his fingers like water. “I wonder what it is?” he asked as he stood up. A shawl perhaps he thought. Wrapping it around himself he jumped when his grandfather yelled his name, causing him to drop the material to the floor.
“What is it Grandfather?” Harry asked in a frightened voice.
“Harry come here lad,” Ginger motioned the boy to his side. “Bertie would you floo Amelia?”
“What’s wrong?” Harry asked. He was becoming more worried by the second. Whatever was wrong was connected to the silvery material, of that he was certain.
“When you wrapped that material around you we could no longer see you,” Ginger explained, holding the boy close. It had nearly frightened the life out of him when his grandson had disappeared from sight. He had thought for a moment that the gift had been a means of kidnapping the child.
Amelia stepped from the flames, a concerned look on her face. She had been surprised when Bertie asked her to step through. The fact that the men had never bothered her during a holiday before was enough to tell Amelia that whatever the problem it must be important. “What’s happened?” she asked the moment she entered the room.
“Harry received an anonymous gift,” Ginger replied. He went on to explain everything that had occurred finally pointing her to the material next to which lay the gift card.
Amelia kneeled next to the material. Scanning it for any spells she found nothing. Satisfied it was safe she lifted the material, examining it closely. She couldn’t contain her gasp of surprise.
“What?” Algy asked.
“This, gentlemen, is an invisibility cloak,” she replied. “It’s quite rare and I’ve never heard of one being passed from father to son. They don’t usually last long enough,” she explained. “This is the card that came with it?” she asked as she retrieved the card.
“Yes,” Harry confirmed.
Amelia read it over with a frown. “I recognize this handwriting, it’s Dumbledore’s.”
“Dumbledore? But why would he have my father’s invisibility cloak?”
“I don’t know Harry. You might want to ask the goblins to audit your accounts. If he had this he might have other things that rightfully belong to you,” Amelia advised as she laid the cloak in the boy’s arms.
“We’ll see to it tomorrow Amelia,” Ginger said.
“I can keep the cloak then?” Harry asked as he reverently examined the cloth.
“Of course Harry, lad,” Ginger answered. “But no using it to get into mischief,” he warned. Remembering himself at the same age he could imagine the sort of things he might have done with an invisibility cloak to hand.
Stating she needed to return to her niece, Amelia said her goodbyes leaving the family alone once more. Later Harry would tell Hermione about the cloak. She was nearly as excited as he had been upon learning of it.
The remainder of the holiday passed without incident. Ginger and Harry visited Gringotts of course, with the result that the goblins began an intense audit of the Potter accounts. The day before they were to return to Hogwarts Harry received a letter from Gringotts with the result; the audit had found nothing amiss with the Potter accounts. How Dumbledore had come to possess the Potter family invisibility cloak was a mystery. Perhaps it was as the old man said and Harry’s father had given it to him, though none of them could imagine why.
“You two be careful around Dumbledore,” Biggles cautioned as they returned to Kings Cross.
“We will Biggles,” both children promised.
Heartfelt goodbyes were exchanged accompanied by many hugs from the men and kisses from Emma. The whistle blew signalling the imminent departure. Calling final goodbyes, the children hurried onto the train.
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