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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 III

15 July 1987

It had taken a fortnight to track down Lily’s father. The matter had been complicated by the lack of a first name, Ginger being only a nickname. Luckily over the course of that long ago afternoon, Lily had told her all she knew of the man who had fathered her. It had been that information, combined with the unusual surname that had allowed her to finally locate the man. Stepping up to the door, she rang the bell and waited.

“Good afternoon, how may I be of service madam?” Bertie asked, as he took in the sight of a grey haired woman, wearing a monocle, similar to his own.

“Good afternoon,” Amelia said. “I’m attempting to find a man by the name of Ginger Hebblethwaite, is he in?”

“Ginger?” Bertie was surprised; most unknown callers came seeking an audience with Biggles. “Yes, absolutely dear lady. Won’t you come in?” standing aside, he sketched a please enter gesture as he stepped aside.

“You have a visitor Ginger,” he announced as he led her into the lounge. “I’m sorry madam,” he said, turning to her, “I didn’t catch your name.”

“Amelia Bones,” she calmly supplied.

Ginger stood. “What can I do for you Ms. Bones?”

“Perhaps we could speak privately,” she suggested. “What I need to discuss with you is somewhat delicate.”

“If this has to do with the secrecy of the Wizarding world we are all aware of its existence,” he informed her.

It was clear he had surprised her.

“You know of the Wizarding world? All of you? But how?” Amelia felt off-balance; it was a feeling she didn’t care for.

“Yes ma’am, we know of it,” Algy confirmed.

“It was several years after the second World War that the subject came up, quite by accident,” Biggles interjected. “An event occurred, it isn’t important now, but through this event we discovered that we all came from squib lines.”

“Extraordinary, really,” Bertie said. “That we four, all descended from a different squib line, should become comrades, yes, quite extraordinary.”

“Yes,” Amelia agreed, “it certainly is.” It did explain, she thought, why all four men appeared younger than their years. Reaching out with her magic, she quickly confirmed their claim, simultaneously explaining how they knew she was a witch. Like many from squib lines, none of the men had enough magic to cast even a weak spell. However, they each had a small amount of magic, enough to allow them to sense magic, live longer than the average muggle, heal a bit faster and perhaps have a bit more than the normal amount of luck.

“Don’t tell me I’m the last of some old pureblood line, standing to inherit millions,” Ginger joked.

Amelia smiled tightly, “No, nothing like that Mr. Hebblethwaite.”

Ginger was puzzled. He had, of course, been joking but he could think of no other reason for someone from the Wizarding world contacting him. “Not to seem rude, but what could the Wizarding world want with me then?”

“We really should speak in private, Mr. Hebblethwaite,” Amelia asserted.

“Nonsense, I have no secrets from my friends. You can speak freely,” Ginger assured her.

“Very well,” Amelia reluctantly agreed. “Thank you,” she said as she took the seat Bertie offered her.

“Allow me to make introductions,” Ginger said. “This is Lord Bertie Lissie,” Bertie bowed his head. “The Honourable Algernon Lacey and Detective Air Inspector James Bigglesworth retired, otherwise known as Biggles,” the two offered small smiles. The men retook their own seats.

“Hello gentlemen, pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Amelia said, returning the smiles.

“Would you like some tea?” Algy asked.

“No thank you Mr. Lacey.” Taking a moment to gather her thoughts, she considered how best to start. “Mr. Hebblethwaite, do you remember a woman by the name of Rose Evans?” She immediately wished she hadn’t asked so baldly. It was clear by the look in his eyes that the man remembered her, and the memories weren’t exactly pleasant.

He gave a short nod, his voice having deserted him.

“This will be a difficult story for you to hear Mr. Hebblethwaite. I only ask that you hear me out.” After another nod, she continued. “What you didn’t know is that Rose meeting you was no accident.”

“What?” Ginger croaked.

“She picked you Mr. Hebblethwaite, out of how many candidates I don’t know.”

“Picked him for what?” Biggles demanded. He was becoming angry as this woman dredged up a memory that still had the power to hurt the man he thought of as a son.

“That will take a bit of explaining,” Amelia demurred.

“I suggest you get to explaining,” Biggles ordered.

Amelia nearly flinched from the tone alone, only her training and experience saved her from the embarrassment. “Yes, of course. You see, Mr. Hebblethwaite,” she began, turning once more to Ginger, “Rose’s husband had become ill when she was pregnant with her first child. The result of this illness was an inability to father more children.”

Biggles frown grew, he didn’t like where this conversation was heading. From the look on his face, Ginger too had realised the implications.

“She used me,” he nearly whispered. “That’s what you meant when you said our meeting wasn’t an accident, isn’t it? She chose me to give her another child?” Ginger asked, incredulously.

Amelia could do nothing but admit he was right; it was the truth after all.

The colour drained from Ginger’s face. He had loved Rose, had thought, after the initial hurt passed that had she loved him as well. But it had been a lie after all! She had only been using him all along, using him to gain what she wanted. He must have said something of this aloud, for his visitor was quick to assure him that Rose had loved him, that hadn’t been a lie. Ginger appreciated the effort, but he couldn’t believe it of course.

“You can’t be the child,” Algy said, misjudging her age. “Are you here on behalf of Ginger’s child?”

“In a manner of speaking Mr. Lacey,” Amelia replied.

“What do you mean?” Ginger asked, pushing his shock to the back of his mind. He needed to know what this was about.

“Rose gave birth to a second daughter, Lily,” Amelia told him.

“Does she want to meet me? Is that why you’re here?”

Amelia shook her head. “I’m afraid that won’t be possible Mr. Hebblethwaite. As it happens, your daughter was a witch, the brightest of her age. Unfortunately a war was taking place in the Wizarding world, led by a wizard who had gone as bad as one could. The muggle equivalent would be the German, Hitler.”

All four men shuddered. The thought of another Hitler, but with magic was too horrible to contemplate.

“Lily, being a muggleborn opposed this wizard, as did the man she eventually married. James Potter was from an old pureblood family, one of the oldest in fact, but he never believed in the idea of blood supremacy. James and Lily were very happy together.”

“You keep using the past tense,” Ginger interrupted. “Are you here only to tell me that my daughter is dead?”

“Not quite,” Amelia replied. “Lily and James had a son, Harry. They were forced to take Harry and go into hiding when a prophecy was made. I don’t know the contents of the prophecy, Lily never told me, but I do know that it painted a target on the entire family. On the night of Halloween, 1981, the Potters were betrayed. The dark wizard arrived at their home, James was killed first. Lily was cornered in the nursery, she too was killed. It was the killing curse, Avada Kedavra. However, when the same wand was turned on little Harry, something went wrong. The curse rebounded, destroying the dark wizard and leaving the baby alive. He has become known in the Wizarding world as The-Boy-Who-Lived; the only known survivor of the killing curse.”

“Why am I just now being told about this?” Ginger asked, his voice filled with anger.

“Because I foolishly trusted the wrong man and asked the wrong question,” Amelia shamefully admitted. “Lily had told me, before they went into hiding, about you. Yes, she knew. She hadn’t known long and there hadn’t been time to contact you before it became necessary for them to go into hiding,” she quickly explained. “As I said, Lily told me the whole story. She then told me that she didn’t trust Dumbledore to carry out her wishes. Her husband, however, did trust him and as she only had a feeling she went along with the naming of Dumbledore as Executor of their will. She asked that I ensure Harry was brought to you if he was unable to be raised in the Wizarding world, for any reason. She didn’t want him being raised by her sister, as the woman hates magic and anything to do with it. Lily feared what she would do to Harry if he were in her control.”

“I assume the boy was taken to this sister?” Biggles asked. He chose to focus on the child, Ginger’s grandchild, rather than any improprieties the younger man had allowed to take place so long ago. He had been, quite skilfully, manipulated, after all and at this late date the time for recriminations was long past.

“Yes sir, he was. Things were very confused in the days after that Halloween and as an Auror, that’s a sort of police officer in our world, anyway, I was quite busy in rounding up Death Eaters. That was the name of the dark wizard’s followers. I’m not trying to make excuses, just giving you the circumstances. I went to Dumbledore and asked him if he had placed Harry with Lily’s muggle family. I didn’t realize that Lily had not included your name in the will, only stating Harry was to go to her father. This might have been due to her distrust of Dumbledore, whatever the reason, because of these things I had thought that Harry was with you all this time. It was only thanks to an overheard conversation that I discovered the truth. As soon as I realised that Harry was with Petunia, rather than you I began searching for you. You were a bit difficult to find, Lily hadn’t realised Ginger was a nickname. Luckily your surname is unusual enough that combined with your former occupation I was able to find you.”

“I see,” Ginger said. He didn’t quite know what else to say. It was a lot to take in. “I’m going to make some tea. Would anybody else like some?” He didn’t wait for an answer, quickly leaving the room he headed to the kitchen. He was vaguely aware of Biggles advising the Bones woman to give him a few minutes.

With hands that shook he set about putting together a tea tray, the routine movements serving to calm him. By the time the tea was ready he had made a decision, one he was sure his friends would support. Lifting the tray, he turned towards the door.

“Alright laddie?” Biggles asked as Ginger turned around.

Ginger smiled softly; he didn’t think Biggles would ever stop referring to him as laddie, no matter his age. He nodded, “I’ve come to a decision. Tell you about it with the others?”

“Of course,” Biggles agreed. Stepping backwards, he held the door open for Ginger before following him to the front parlour.

In only a few moments tea had been served and all members of the party had resumed their seats. “Have you considered the possibility that Harry is happy with his aunt?” Ginger asked after taking a sip of tea.

“No I hadn’t, Lily seemed quite certain that her sister would mistreat the boy,” Amelia replied.

“What of this Dumbledore fellow?” Biggles put in. “If he disregarded the will do you expect him to allow the boy to be given into Ginger’s care?”

“A valid question Mr. Bigglesworth,” Amelia admitted. “I don’t imagine Dumbledore will be pleased. However, as the will specifically states Harry is to live with his grandfather there is nothing he can do, legally speaking that is.”

The men shared a look, each realizing what she was implying. It was Ginger who put the question to her. “You think he might attempt to prevent it through less than legal means?”

“It is a possibility.”

“Do you have any suggestions for protecting both Ginger and his grandson?” Algy asked.

“As I said before, Mr. Hebblethwaite’s name didn’t appear in the will and that will offer a measure of protection. Without a name, Dumbledore will have a difficult time locating the boy. Furthermore, if you were to enrol the boy in school under you surname rather than his own it would serve as further protection.”

“That wouldn’t be quite legal,” Biggles pointed out. He had never liked lying and avoided it whenever possible. He did understand, however, that there were times it was necessary.

“Actually it would be,” Amelia asserted.

“How so?” Ginger asked.

“If you were to adopt the boy he would have the right to use your name in the muggle world, while still using Potter in the magical world.”

“Wouldn’t there be a danger of such news reaching Dumbledore?” Algy asked.

“Not if the adoption were handled through Gringots, the Wizarding bank. The necessary papers could be filed through them in both the magical and muggle worlds with a spell attached to them.”

“A spell?” Ginger asked. “What sort of spell?” Though aware of the Wizarding world he wasn’t familiar with the way spells of any sort worked. He wouldn’t, he vowed, allow anything malicious to be done as an innocent person might come into contact with the papers.

“It would be a simple confidentiality spell Mr. Hebblethwaite. It would prevent any who saw the papers from revealing the details to another, while preventing any person without a legal right seeing them.”

“But as Executor of the will wouldn’t Dumbledore have a legal right?” Ginger asked.

“By failing to carry out the wishes of the deceased I would imagine the man lost his status as Executor old boy,” Bertie interjected.

“Absolutely correct Lord Lissie,” Amelia agreed. “The spell can be specifically keyed to Dumbledore as well, ensuring he will be unable to read the adoption papers. As the will specifies Harry’s custody is to be with his grandfather no hearing will be necessary. Does this sound reasonable to you Mr. Hebblethwaite?”

Ginger took a moment to think it over before agreeing. “However, if Harry is happy and treated properly in his aunt’s home I will not disrupt his life,” he felt compelled to warn the witch.

“That is acceptable,” Amelia agreed. She doubted they would find a happy child, not if Lily was to be believed and there was no reason to suppose she had lied.

Ginger turned to Biggles. “Is it alright with you if the boy comes here to live?”

Biggles smiled. “This is your home too laddie, of course it’s alright. We can easily turn the small parlour into a bedroom for the lad.”

“When shall we pay the aunt a visit?” Ginger asked, turning back to Ms. Bones.

“We can leave immediately if that’s acceptable,” Amelia replied.

“May I borrow the Bentley,” Ginger asked Biggles who quickly agreed.

“I could simply apparate us,” Amelia offered. “It’s much quicker,” she added.

“Do you wish your involvement to become known?” Biggles asked.

Amelia blushed, she hadn’t thought of that. “It would perhaps be better if it didn’t. Muggle transport it is, however if it becomes necessary I will apparate us away from the Dursley home.”

“Agreed.”

TBC...

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