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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 XXXVII

5th March, 1993

Mount Street Flat

“Are you quite certain you wish to return today laddie?” Ginger asked. If he were truthful he would prefer to keep his grandson at home permanently.

“No, but it won’t get any easier,” Harry quietly replied. He knew his grandfather and the others would happily let him stay home. He could even be schooled at home but if he did that it would make their long-term plans more difficult. He had never asked for the fame and given a choice would have preferred living parents but this was the life he had. The unwanted fame should at least be useful for something.

“Harry makes a good point,” Algy put in.

“Absolutely,” Bertie agreed.

Ginger looked to Biggles but all he received was a raised eyebrow. “If you have any trouble...”

“I’ll inform a teacher or the headmaster,” Harry dutifully completed the sentence.

“And if it is serious?”

“I’ll use my emergency portkey or the nearest floo,” Harry promised. He had been embarrassed when he had realized, upon calming down, that he had completely forgotten about the portkey when trying to escape Lockhart’s office.

“Good lad,” Ginger ruffled the boy’s hair.

“Grandfather,” Harry scowled as he tried to straighten his hair as much as was possible. At the sound of his grandfather’s chuckle the boy’s scowl grew. “I should go I guess.” Harry’s eyes travelled from the fireplace and around the parlour. He wanted to return to his friends but he wanted to stay here as well.

“It isn’t too late to change your mind laddie,” Biggles said, noting the child’s reluctance.

Harry grinned, “But Hermione knows I’m coming she’ll be quite put out if I don’t go now.”

“Too right old boy mustn’t upset the ladies,” Bertie advised while polishing his monocle.

“Right,” Harry blushed, and on that note he tossed the floo powder into the fire.

Biggles laid a hand on Ginger’s shoulder as the flames returned to normal. “He’ll be alright laddie,” he assured the younger man.

“Of course he will,” Ginger agreed his voice suspiciously thick.

Hogwarts

Professor Flitwick’s office

“Welcome back Mr. Potter,” the small professor greeted.

Harry startled, surprised, though he shouldn’t have been, by the professor’s voice. “Thank you sir,” he mumbled. He took a sudden step back as his head of house’s wand appeared in his hand.

Chagrined, Flitwick lowered the wand to his side. “I apologize Mr. Potter; I didn’t intend to frighten you.”

“You didn’t...”

“Of course I did and understandably so. It was only my intent to clean the soot from your clothes,” Filius added in explanation.

Harry blushed giving a nod of permission. “Thank you sir.”

“You’re welcome Mr. Potter,” Filius smiled. Turning serious he put his wand away. “I am sorry for what you were forced to experience Harry.”

“It wasn’t your fault sir.”

“Still as an educator I am mortified by a so-called colleague’s behaviour, as a man I am appalled at the depravity visited upon any child.”

Harry shifted uncomfortably his eyes focused on the floor.

Seeing the child’s discomfort Filius chose to drop the subject. “I suppose you are anxious to see your friends, hmm?” he smiled.

“Yes sir,” Harry smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He was anxious to see Draco and Hermione, the other students he was less certain of.

“Well then let us return you to your common room.” Opening the door Flitwick led the way towards the Ravenclaw tower. They walked in silence, neither quite knowing what to say to the other.

Harry had thought he would be glad when they reached the common room door. Now they were here he found the opposite to be true. What sort of reception would he find beyond the door? Would his fellow Ravenclaws think badly of him? Would they think he was a freak? He took a step back, thinking this had been a mistake. It was at this moment the door opened.

Harry saw Professor Flitwick eyeing him in concern as he stood silhouetted in the open doorway. Squaring his shoulders Harry took a step forward and another until he was stepping through the opening and into the common room.

“Harry!” the excited shriek his only warning before a bushy haired missile slammed into him, arms wrapping tightly around him.

“Mione,” his voice smothered by the girl’s voluminous hair. Unconsciously he gripped her tightly, drinking in the strength she freely offered. A hand on his shoulder drew his attention; reluctantly he stepped away from Hermione, turning his head to the side. “Draco,” he smiled.

“Alright Harry?” Draco shifted uncomfortably. What did one say in such a moment?

Harry nodded. “Your father came to see me.”

“Did he?” Draco raised one eyebrow.

“I think he wanted to be sure I would return to Hogwarts. He told me some of his plans to ensure there are no further problems with the staff,” Harry explained. Leaning closer he whispered to the other boy. “Is he any good at defence?”

Draco laughed, “He could have got a mastery.”

Harry grinned.

“Mr. Potter, um Harry, could I speak to you?”

Harry turned to see a third year boy standing before him, nervously wringing his hands. It took several seconds to recall the boy’s name. “Yes Mr. Carmichael?”

“Eddie please.”

“Eddie then,” Harry acceded to the boy’s wishes. He was peripherally aware of most of Ravenclaw house arranged throughout the room. Some watched them openly, others pretended to study or play games but it was obvious that the whole of Ravenclaw was interested in the scene taking place near the door.

“I,” Eddie licked his lips. “I just wanted to thank you.”

Harry was taken aback, a fact clearly seen on his face. “Thank me?”

“Yes,” Eddie confirmed. “You see I was supposed to have detention with him tonight,” he uncomfortably explained. “If you hadn’t gone to Madame Bones I might have been next.” He took Harry’s hand in his own, shaking it warmly. “I, no we all, owe you a debt of gratitude Harry. If you ever need anything you just let me know.”

“Um, okay,” Harry stuttered, his face rapidly turning red. Nothing in his upbringing had prepared him for a situation like this.

Eddie’s move acted as a signal and soon more and more children were approaching Harry, thanking him for his part in stopping Lockhart. As he stood there, the centre of attention, the young boy, hero of the Wizarding world, began to understand why his grandfather and the others became uncomfortable whenever some magazine or newspaper wanted to interview them.

“Alright everybody that’s enough,” Hermione called some time later. She could see Harry was becoming overwhelmed with the attention. “Harry does have class tomorrow and needs to be caught up.” With this explanation Hermione grabbed Harry’s hand, who flashed a grateful smile her way, and with Draco on his other side they led him to one of the small study rooms off the common room.

TBC...
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