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Family Means More Than Blood	By : WingsofaDream Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 59825 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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1st September 1993: Midday

"Fifth year." George announced to his brother and Harry as they emerged onto Platform Nine and 3/4.

Fred and the dark haired boy both looked at him in confusion. "Yeah?" The second of the Weasley pair prompted, unsure of what his brother's point was.

""Well, it's a big step." George explained as they started to wheel their trolleys of luggage towards the train. On top of Harry's pile of luggage, next to Hedwig in her cage, sat a very cranky Elincia in her travelling cage as the Gryffindor was taking her to school for Draco as he had remained with another set of his Slytherin friends until the end of the summer and was travelling to the train station with them. "We have to start taking lessons seriously, we have to actually bother to revise for end of year exams, oooo! We might even be made prefects!"

"Us? Prefects? Harry might stand a chance but not us two, too many hours of detention served."

"Dumbledore actually wanted to make me a prefect." Harry told them quietly, his tone implying that it wasn't that simple.

"Oh yes!" George cried happily, completely missing the tone. "Friends of a prefect; spill over privileges where we come."

"But?" Fred asked gently, sensing the tone meant there was more to come.

"Father didn't think it was the best of ideas and, upon speaking to him, Dumbledore agrees." Harry explained, clearly struggling to keep his voice light. "Too much stress, what with everything else that's going on at the moment."

Both of the twins glanced at each other for a second before turning back to Harry. "No offence, mate, but don't you think that..."

"...That's a tad extreme? It is only Peter Pettigrew after all."

"I don't think it's just that. I have my unexpected visions to deal with as well and then there are my extra lessons with High Priest Sephiran. Plus the work load is going to increase ten-fold this year..." Harry trailed off, fully aware that he was merely making excuses on behalf of the actions of his father. If he was completely honest, he was unsure why he could not be a prefect either and the explanation he got from Severus, the exact same one he had just spoken, seemed poor and created a very thin argument.

"Oh well, parents; what can you do?"

"Can't live with 'em yet you know you'd miss 'em more than anything if you gave into temptation and killed them." Fred agreed with his brother with a wise nod.

Harry gave a small hum of agreement which was more than a little distracted due to what, or who, he had seen up ahead.

There, several feet away from them, was a very familiar family or, more importantly, a very familiar girl. Violet Potter. She had, quite rightly, grown a lot since he had last seen her several years ago, and she now wore glasses like her father and her two older brothers. Yes, because now Harry knew; he had a little sister and he had a chance to make friends with her before her other brother or her family poisoned her against him and his father. Was making friends with her a good idea though? It hardly mattered as he was going to do it anyway.

He and the twins passed the family as they headed towards the train in order to have their luggage put aboard and Harry strained his ears to try and catch what the family was talking about. Unfortunately, he failed miserably, but by the way that Lily Potter was fawning over her daughter and the flush on the woman's face, it was nothing more than a tearful goodbye. Harry kept his eyes on the family as his bags were taken from him, watching as the mother finally let Violet go and the girl and her older brother headed towards the entrance into the train. He wondered idly if Johnathan Potter would do the nice thing of sitting with his younger sister on her first train ride to Hogwarts.

As Harry, Fred, and George passed Mr and Mrs Potter, the teenager shot his birth parents a cold glare for no other reason then he could and they deserved a nasty look every day for the rest of their lives. Despite the fact that Harry was actually quite thankful he had been left behind (who would want to be a Potter after all?) he could not help but wonder why it had been him they chose to leave. It was not as though they did not want children as they had two now. So why had they not wanted him? As much as he hated himself for thinking it, he could not help but think that just maybe it was because he was not good enough for them. He really did not want to think that because it in turn implied that he was offended by the fact he was not good enough for them. He did not care whether he was good enough for them or not, the only thing he was concerned with was whether he was good enough for Severus, Lucius, and Draco or not. Still, the thought stayed with him and he found himself saddened by it.

After having their luggage loaded, Harry climbed on board of the Hogwarts Express after the two Weasleys, casting one last glance at the Potters, before turning to face the inside of the carriage. And as he did so, the train started to move and to his left he saw Violet standing outside of a compartment, glaring up at her older brother who was obviously barring her way. "Hey guys, find us a compartment yeah?" He asked the twins gently as he moved his gaze onto them.

"Why, where are you going?" Fred enquired curiously.

"There's just something I want to check on." Harry assured them with a smile.

The two ginger haired boys glanced around themselves in an attempt to see what it was which had intrigued their friends. Upon not seeing it though, the two boys nodded anyway and headed off in the opposite direction to where the two Potter children to do as asked.

Harry watched them go for a moment before he stepped closer to where his secret brother and sister were still glaring at each other by the entrance to the compartment they were in front of. As he drew closer, he was able to pick up on their argument.

"...Sit with you!" Potter said in a nasty voice.

"Where else am I supposed to sit? Who am I supposed to sit with?" Violet asked angrily and Harry was proud of the fact she obviously was not backing down.

"Why don't you go and find Remus and sit with him?"

"Uncle Remus won't want to sit with me; he's probably tired all things considered."

"You're still not coming in here."

"Why not?!"

"Because I don't want to be stuck with you for the entire journey to Hogwarts. I want to sit with my friends and spend some time with them, not you who I've had to put up with all bloody summer."

"Don't swear, I'll tell Mum."

"You see? That is why I don't want you sitting with us; you're such a little pest! Just go away, Vi." Potter ordered and that was obviously the end of the discussion as he took a step backwards and slammed the compartment door shut right in front of the girl.

Violet stood there for several moment, spluttering angrily. She appeared to be thinking about reaching for the door but then seemingly changed her mind. A huffy sigh blew past her lips and she turned towards Harry, her eyes instantly meeting with the older boy's. A blush covered her cheeks and, although she appeared to be embarrassed, she did not let her gaze fall.

"I'm guessing you remember me then?" Harry asked gently with a smile.

"You're mentioned in Teen Witch at least once every month, I'd be a bit brain dead if I didn't." Violet answered with a small laugh. "You've grown your hair." She noted shyly, her gaze finally dropping to her feet.

"Yeah, it's a religious thing." Harry replied with a smile of his own. His eyes flickered to the closed compartment door. "Trouble with the family?"

"Oh, erm, nah, not really. John was just being a prat, nothing new there."

"Well, if you're looking for a place to sit, you're more than welcome to join me and my friends. They've gone off to find somewhere to sit."

"Oh, no, I couldn't impose on you like that..."

"You wouldn't be." Harry assured her in a friendly tone but making sure there was no doubt in his voice.

That seemed to get the girl to seriously think about it and her gaze flicked up to Harry before they returned to her feet.

"Please Violet? I'd really like it if you came and sat with us."

His little sister looked up at him properly at that. "Why?"

"Because I'd like to get to know you." Harry answered her truthfully. He held his hand out to her in invitation. "So? Will you join us?"

Violet hardly appeared to think about it before she was walking forward, towards him. She paused when she reached him and hesitated a moment before accepting his hand. Harry curled his long fingers around her smaller hand and gave her a dazzling smile which seemed to practically make her melt. She beamed up at him enthusiastically, obviously reassured by his friendly nature and together they headed off down the slim corridor, on the way to find where Fred and George had secured their compartment.

After peering into several compartments through the windows in the doors with no luck, they finally found who they were looking for. Fred and George were sitting side by side on one side of the compartment while there was a man almost completely covered by his coat slouched against the corner on the other side. Harry opened the door quietly so that it was the movement which alerted the twins to his entrance.

"Do what needed to be done then?" Fred asked at their entrance.

"Yep. Guys, this is Violet Potter. Violet, this is Fred and George Weasley." He introduced them all as he moved further into the compartment, making sure that his sister followed in behind him.

"Hi." She greeted the two ginger haired boys slightly shyly.

"Another Potter." George said with slightly raised eyebrows.

"Nothing like her brother from what I've seen." Harry assured them as he seated himself next to where Violet had sat down next to the apparently sleeping man. He turned to look at her after that comment. "We're hardly fans of him."

"He can be horrible can't he?" Violet agreed, turning to look at Fred and George halfway through her sentence. "I'm glad you invited me to sit with you all, I didn't really want to sit with him anyway."

"Ah well, anyone who dislikes Potter is a friend of ours." Fred told her playfully, effectively ending all fears of rejection in both Violet and Harry.

"Hey, who's that?" Harry queried quietly, inclining his head to the still man in the corner.

"We dunno." Fred shrugged.

"He was already in here and everywhere else was full."

"Professor R. J. Lupin, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Violet told them earning her three looks of surprise. "He's my godfather." She added hastily, understanding the reason for their odd looks.

"So he'll be the new DADA professor." George mused, trying to angle himself in a position to see the man's face or something.

"Well, I doubt he'll be any worse than the previous two." Fred told them all. "Doubtful that he'll try and kill or Obliviate you Harry."

"Oh, I read about that in the paper!" Violet gushed excitedly. "Weren't you completely terrified, Harry?"

A light blush covered Harry's cheeks and he looked away. "Oh, well, in that kind of situation you, er, you really don't have enough time to be afraid or anything. You just do what you have to do and, uh, try not to get distracted by fear or anything."

"Wow..." The girl breathed, sounding completely impressed, which only made Harry blush more and the twins to grin at each other knowingly. Before anything more embarrassing could happen, the train jolted to a sudden stop and all the lights went out abruptly, plunging them all into a semi-darkness.

"What's happened?" Fred wondered, glancing around himself.

"We can't be there yet." George added as he leaned into the window beside him, trying to peer outside into the darkness. He watched as a thin layer of frost spread across the glass eerily before slowly pulling back and giving the other three occupants of the compartment a questioning look. "Is it me, or is it definitely getting colder in here?"

"No, you're right, it is." Harry agreed.

"I can see my breath." Violet noted before giving a puff in demonstration.

With a light frown, Harry stood and opened the compartment door before he poked his head out to see if there was any sign of what was going on. First, he looked to the left and saw nothing. Then, he looked to his right just in time to see the beginnings of a wispy black cloak to float down the slim corridor. Harry's eyes widened in horror and he backed away quickly, slamming the door shut.

"Harry?" Fred asked carefully, watching his friend with a worried gaze.

"It was one of those things! One of those black things!" Harry gasped, jabbing his index finger at the door accusingly. "From the time I saw Pettigrew in Azkaban!"

"Are you sure?"

"Why would one be here?" George wondered, sounding a little frantic.

"Oh my..." Violet gasped, scooting back on the seat she was on. "Harry..." She said quietly, staring behind him with wide eyes, one hand covering her gaping mouth.

Harry turned around to see a very close up view of one of the creatures outside, only the glass panel in the compartment's door separating them. His hand was grabbed by George and he was yanked back, away from the door despite the fact that put very little space between the dark haired boy and the door still. All four students watched with no small amount of terror as a bony hand reached out to the door and as the fingers curled, the door slid open, much like as Harry had seen earlier that year in his dream of Azkaban. They all tried to back away from it, pressing themselves against the walls around them.

The heart-aching sadness affected them all immediately but for Harry it went a step further. It felt as though something was actually being sucked out of him. Everything was so horribly cold and it was as if he was suddenly alone. He forgot the fact that he was actually in a compartment with four other people, two of whom were close friends and another who was his little sister. Desperate loneliness gripped him as the loud crying of a woman filled his ears. Then, luckily or unluckily, everything, even the loneliness, began to fade away into dark dizziness. His eyes drooped and his legs buckled beneath him, sending him crashing down to the compartment floor. He did not feel the arms which came around him to steady him, he did not hear the fearful calls of his name, he did not hear the rapid shifting of material as someone stood and he did not see the bright silver light which chased the creature away. All of it was lost on him as he seemed to float in a sea of painful solidarity.

But then there was a sweet scent, a familiar scent which never failed to catch his attention, and reality started to seep back to him. Light appeared again, he felt the pressure of the arms which held him securely and he saw the small piece of what smelt like chocolate just in front of him. Slowly, carefully, Harry lifted his head and looked around himself in confusion. He could not remember falling to his knees and so was rather surprised to find that he was kneeling. It was George who was supporting him, Fred looking ready to join him if he was needed. Both of them plus Violet were looking at him anxiously. And then there was another person, someone Harry failed to recognise. A man. And it was the man who was offering the chocolate.

"Here, eat it, it will make you feel better." The man told him kindly.

Harry raised his hand to accept the sweet and was surprised to find that his hand was shaking. He took the chocolate carefully and brought it to his mouth to take a tiny bite. Once that had been done, he looked towards the still open compartment door tentatively as though the monster would still be there waiting for him. "What was that thing?" He asked nervously.

"It was a Dementor, one of the guardians of Azkaban; it was on the train searching for Peter Pettigrew. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to have a little word with the driver." He told them all as he got up and stepped through the door before turning and looking to the only female occupant of the compartment. "Will you be all right here, Violet?"

"I'll be fine, Uncle Remus."

The man, Remus apparently, gave them all one last smile before closing the door and walking off, quickly leaving their sight. Harry kept his eyes on the door as he took another tiny bite of chocolate. Then, he pulled himself up onto the seat the new professor had just vacated and turned to look at Fred and George. "What, exactly, happened?"

"Well, you sort of went really limp..." Fred answered.

"...We thought for a second you were having one of your visions..." George added.

"...But then we noticed that your eyes were shut rather than open and empty as they usually are..."

"...So that threw that idea out of the window."

"Uncle Remus woke up when I called your name." Violet jumped in then. "He cast a spell to chase the Dementor away."

"I see...And, did any of you...?" Harry left the question hanging.

Fred shook his head as George answered verbally. "No, but I felt terrible, like I'd never be cheerful again." Fred nodded his head to that.

"And..." Harry hesitated, already suspecting the answer to the question he was about to ask. "And did any of you hear a woman crying?"

The other three occupants of the compartment shook their heads, Violet looking a little more bewildered than either Fred or George. Harry released a long sigh and slumped back tiredly against his seat. The twins gazed at him with sad sympathy and Violet seemed torn on what to do before she obviously gathered enough courage to reach over and rest her right hand on Harry's upper arm. That gave Harry enough strength to give them all a weak smile as some form of reassurance.

The rest of the journey was spent in silence.

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1st September 1993: Evening

It was a conscious effort for Harry that he did not shout and jump and cheer when Violet got into Gryffindor. He now knew how it felt to be a proud, older brother and it made him feel warm and happy. Much to his delight, the youngest Potter gave him a shy smile and a slight wave when she sat down with the other new First Years, much to the distaste of her other older brother apparently. His mood had only continued to cheer as Professor Lupin had been introduced and then Hagrid had been introduced as the new Care of Magical Creatures professor. That alone made Harry glad that he had chosen to continue with the subject.

Then, that happiness had faded upon hearing that the Dementors were going to be hanging around all year, continuing their search for Peter Pettigrew. They had all been assured that they would be fine as long as they kept out of the creatures' way but Harry was not so confident. After all, one had already attacked him without reason, who was to say that it could not happen again?

Now, the Sorting Feast was over and everyone was slowly leaving the Great Hall. Harry, Fred, and George were still seated, doing the usual thing of waiting until the initial rush had passed before they even attempted to leave. They sat in a comfortable silence, none feeling the need to say anything, so when they were approached by Hermione, she was not interrupting anything.

"Harry!"

"Hey Hermione." Harry returned the greeting, accepting the hug she leaned down to give him as he was still sitting.

"Fred, George." She greeted the twins as she pulled away from the dark haired boys arms.

"Granger." They answered together, giving her identical polite nods.

"Did you have a good summer, Hermione?"

"It wasn't bad. Yours?"

"Pretty dull right up until the end."

"Oh yes, that." Hermione agreed easily but with a small frown. "How do you feel about it? Are you all right?"

"I've dealt with worse than a wandless Peter Pettigrew, you know that."

"Yes, I suppose you have." She mused and Harry got the distinct feeling that there was something else she wanted to say but was intentionally holding it back, no doubt because Fred and George were sitting right there. Even though they were talking to each other, there was still a chance that they would over hear.

"Harry?" A small voice came from behind him then. The dark haired boy turned around to see Violet was standing just behind and to the side of him, looking a little shy. "Aren't you supposed to be coming to the Gryffindor Tower now too?"

"We're just waiting for the rush to pass." Harry reassured her before remembering Hermione who was looking at the girl akin to something like horror. "Erm, Violet, this is Hermione Granger. Hermione, this is Violet Potter." He introduced them with forced ease.

"Nice to meet you." Violet smiled up at the older girl.

"Erm, yes, yes it's nice to meet you too."

"You better hurry up Violet or else you'll be left behind." Harry warned. "Just go over there," he pointed to where the new First Years were gathering around one of the new prefects. "You'll be taken to your dorm room and given time to settle in."

"All right." Violet said with a nod as she allowed herself to be ushered forward by Harry. "I'll see you later yeah?" She checked, sounding somewhat anxious.

"Of course."

She smiled back to him before dashing off after the First Years.

"Add another name to the list of Harry-admirers, George." Fred teased then as he and George stood up.

"She'll keep Ginny company; she was the only Gryffindor before."

Harry gave them both a small frown which only made them laugh.

"We'll see you in the dorm, mate." Fred told him with a playful nudge.

"What?"

"Both your dad and Malfoy haven't left and are looking over here rather intently." George pointed out and Harry looked around the Great Hall to see it was true.

"See ya, Harry." Fred said once more as he and George headed out of the hall.

A small sigh escaped Harry as he looked at his father and then at Draco. After a few seconds, he realised Hermione was still standing there. He gave her a questioning look but said nothing.

"Are you sure making friends with John's sister, your sister, is really the best of ideas?"

"Whether it's a good idea or not, it's happened and I can hardly go back on it now, can I?" Harry replied before giving her a weak smile after glancing over her shoulder. "Ron and Potter and waiting for you."

She glanced over her shoulder to see that it was true before looking back to the older boy in front of her. "Are you going to be all right?"

It occurred to Harry that asking if he was all right seemed to be a force of habit for the girl. "I'll be fine, Hermione, I always am. I'll talk to you later."

Hermione nodded wordlessly before turning and heading off over to her two friends by the entrance.

Harry watched her go for a second before his attention was grabbed by Draco as he rushed over to him. "Hey," he greeted the blond, aware of Severus approaching from the side.

"Merlin, I've missed you." Was Draco's greeting and the he practically threw himself into Harry's arms. Harry wrapped his arms around him and gave him a squeeze before settling them around him loosely. "Two months is too long. Never again." He murmured against Harry's neck.

"We did write to each other." Harry pointed out though in his mind he was beginning to add this strange greeting to the list of evidence. He had not had the opportunity to find out anything about Draco's odd behaviour over the summer, mostly due to lack of suitable books. Now he was back at school, he was going to get down to it and find out what was going on with the blonde.

"Not enough." Draco mumbled, sounding like half drunk. "Have to be near you, have to be able to touch you."

Harry patted his shoulder comfortingly, ideas and theories swirling around his head all the while. Then, the dark form or Severus in his dramatic teaching robes stepped up to their side. The teenager glanced up at his father and noticed that, for some reason, he did not look happy. It would probably be wise to give him his full attention sooner rather than later then.

"Draco?" He said quietly. "Draco, you've got prefect duty don't you? You have to let go and help the others."

Draco made no move to let go.

"You'll see me again in the morning."

Still Draco did not move.

"For goodness sake, Draco, let him go." Severus ordered in a sharp tone which caused Harry to wince despite the fact the angry voice was not even directed at him.

It was more of the wince rather than what Severus said that had Draco looking up sharply, glaring daggers at his godfather. "I'm sorry, Severus, but I do believe I missed the part that made this any your business." He practically growled to the Potions Master.

Harry's jaw literally dropped upon hearing that and he gaped openly at the blond who still had his arms around him. Severus's eyes narrowed dangerously and it was obvious the on-coming explosion was not going to pretty nor could it be stopped. It could, however, be delayed and that was what Harry was going to do. The two Slytherins could rip out each others throats later on, when he was not around preferably.

"Draco." Harry said firmly, moving out of the blond's arms and stepping in between him and his father. Luckily, or predictably, Draco instantly turned his full attention onto the other boy, his glare softening but not disappearing completely. "I have to talk to Father and you have to go and do your prefect duties. I'll see you tomorrow, okay? We'll see each other first thing, at breakfast."

The Slytherin said nothing and for a brief second, his hard silver eyes flickered over Harry's shoulder to look at Severus who looked positively poisonous. He gave a small sneer at the older man before turning and stalking away without further incident. Harry breathed a heavy sigh of relief, content with the fact he had diverted the yelling match for at least a while. He turned to his father then and gave him a weak smile only to have the man's glare not ease in the least. That made Harry nervous.

"Have I done something?"

Severus seemed to make an effort to soften his expression at that timid question and although he looked in no way friendly, he did not look as though he was about to start yelling at the drop of the hat. "Not exactly. Lupin just told me what happened on the train coming."

"Ah."

"Indeed."

"You want to have a long talk about this, don't you?"

Severus inclined his head. "Which is why you'll be coming down to the dungeons with me now. I have to greet the new First Years but after that we will discuss what happened fully."

Harry sighed and nodded his head but said nothing. He linked his arm with his father, mostly out of force of habit, and together they headed towards the open doors of the Great Hall and the dungeons.

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4th September 1993: Night

It was one of those rare occasions that the Gryffindor common room was calm and sedate. Very few people occupied it at that moment, only four to be precise, and they were all silent, each doing their own thing. One of the people present was Harry, sitting in one of the comfy armchairs by the fire with his first essay of the new school year resting on his knees. He had been ejected from his dorm room on demand of Fred and George who were, once again, doing something in there that he was not allowed to know about. He would have been offended if it was not for the fact that he had so many of his own secrets which he hid from his two friends. By his side, another of the four people in the room, who was sitting on the floor beside his chair, was Violet who was simply reading one of her text books rather than doing an assignment.

The new school year had started out well in all aspects, but especially in the area of Harry's friendship with his secret younger sister. Violet seemed to have taken to him instantly and, with her wonderfully trusting nature, had not stopped to wonder why a Fifth Year boy was so eager to befriend a First Year girl. Harry had been a little concerned during the first few days that Violet was not making any other friends her own age in sacrifice for spending time with him but that had been put the rest the day before when his sister had introduced him to a couple of First Year girls she had made friends with. Over-all, things with Violet were going splendidly and on several occasions, such as that very moment, he was her unofficial tutor in all subjects.

"Harry?" Violet spoke sudden in a hushed tone, obviously aware of the intense quiet around them.

"Mmhmm?" He hummed as he scrawled down the last few words of his sentence.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Depends on what subject it's on. Despite what you and most other people think, I'm not an expert in everything."

"Uh, well, it's not actually about school this time."

That made Harry pay a little more attention to her. "Oh? Then what is it about?"

"I was just...Well...I was just wondering...If you had any idea about... Why doesn't my dad or Sirius like you and your family?" She asked in a rush, having finally sorted her thoughts out.

Harry placed his quill down, sensing that this was not going to be settled with a quick explanation. "Well, none of them liked each other when they were in school together and your family didn't agree with some of the opinions my family used to believe in."

"But that's all in the past. Why do they still hate each other?"

The older boy remained quiet has he considered his answer carefully. After a short period of time, he answered: "Because, in some ways, letting go of hate and rivalry is the hardest thing anyone can ever do." And the fact that all of them refused to grow up and get over it, but Harry kept that bit to himself.

"What about John then? He doesn't have reason to hate you but he still talks about you like you're, well, his worst enemy."

"I think your brother dislikes me because he feels it's what his father and the rest of your family wants or at least expects." He paused and looked to the younger girl. "I wouldn't be wrong in assuming that his behaviour towards me is encouraged and praised by your dad and Black, would I?"

"No, I suppose you wouldn't."

"Violet, we can't change the way our families act or think. However, we can choose whether we agree with them or not. I dislike your brother because he's an arrogant twit, not because of who his father is. I don't doubt that my father would agree with me, but it's more than a little likely that his original dislike of him would have been largely because of his dislike for James Potter. I chose not to dislike your brother because of what I had experienced with him, not because of ideas based on a history which isn't his. I only wish I could say the same for my father."

"Do you think your dad will be as harsh on me as he is John?"

"It's a definite possibility unfortunately. Don't worry though, if he says anything unjustified to you, I'll have a word with him." Harry reassured her with his usual kind smile.

Violet blushed at the smile and looked away shyly. "Thanks Harry, not just for that but for being my friend too."

Harry could not stop the huge smile which lit his face then and he quickly bowed his head to try and hide it, just in case the girl beside him decided to look back up at him. "You're very welcome, Violet." He told her, trying to keep his tone as natural as possible. "Very welcome indeed."
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