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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 XXXVIII

19th June, 1993

Kings Cross Station

Harry made his way off the train, trunk in tow. He had sent Hedwig to the flat ahead of him. There really was no reason the owl should endure the discomfort of a long train ride confined in her cage.

“Do you see them?” Hermione asked from beside him.

“Not yet...oh wait, there they are,” he indicated the direction with his head. Leading the way he and Hermione made their way to where their guardians stood waiting. Along the way goodbyes were called to various friends in passing. The most important goodbye had been said at Hogwarts. With his father being the new Headmaster, Draco had opted to remain at the school rather than riding the train back to London. Neither of his friends blamed him, it was a long journey that most would skip if given the choice.

“Have everything laddie?” Biggles asked as the children joined the group.

Harry nodded. He turned to Hermione’s parents. “Will you be joining us for the feast Mrs. Tolliver has prepared?”

“What makes you so certain there’s a feast?” Algy teased.

Harry eyed the man as if to ask if he were seriously attempting to tease him. “When I returned for Christmas first year Mrs. Tolliver prepared a welcoming feast. Then again at the end of first year, Christmas hols this year past, not to mention every time one of you is gone for more than a day. The only way I see Mrs. Tolliver not preparing a feast is if you let her go or she’s in hospital.” Harry’s eyebrow went up. “You would have told me was she in hospital and I don’t suppose Biggles would allow you to send her away, therefore a feast shall occur.”

The men laughed heartily, Algy should have known better than to make the attempt. Harry had taken to the study of logic like a duck to water, he wouldn’t be easily fooled.

“How was the remainder of your year?” Ginger asked once the family were ensconced in the car. Harry hadn’t mentioned any problems in his letters home but it would be like the child to keep minor issues to himself rather than risk upsetting any of them.

Harry smiled, even after years with his new family he still felt a warm glow at every show of concern. “It was fine Grandfather.”

“No problems then?”

“Not to speak of,” Harry hedged.

“Speak of them anyway,” Ginger firmly suggested.

Harry sighed. “Headmaster Malfoy made it very clear that he would tolerate no bullying, but there are always those who must test the waters.”

“Too right,” Bertie agreed from Harry’s other side. In the front seat Algy and Biggles were nodding their agreement.

“There were two small incidents in which some students thought they’d make some unpleasant remarks towards me. The first time a prefect happened along and he took points as well as reporting the offending students to their head of house. I suppose that made them angry.”

“It was the same group each time?” Biggles asked.

“Yes sir,” Harry confirmed. “The youngest Weasley boy and a couple of his friends. The second time they thought to corner me in a restroom. I suppose they thought it less likely they would be caught that way.”

“Did they hurt you?” Ginger asked.

“No Grandfather, they only said things suggesting I had perhaps wanted attention from Lockhart,” Harry shuddered at the memory.

“And why are we only just now hearing of this?”

“Because I didn’t want to worry you, especially since nothing more happened. They may have thought themselves safe but they hadn’t reckoned on the school ghosts. It was their own house ghost in fact who reported the goings on to the headmaster. Their punishment for the second incident was severe enough that none bothered me after that. So you see Grandfather there really wasn’t anything to tell.”

Ginger harrumphed, clearly not convinced but as the children had been punished with no other incidents following he supposed he could let it go. Though a few words wouldn’t go amiss he decided. “Alright Harry, but from this point forward I expect to hear of any problems no matter how minor, understood?”

“Yes Grandfather,” Harry obediently replied.

15th July, 1993

Azkaban Prison

Cornelius Fudge made his way through the halls of Azkaban prison on his annual inspection. In his hand he carried a copy of that day’s Daily Prophet more for something to do with his hands than for any need of the paper.

“Sirius Black,” Cornelius sneered. Of all the death eaters imprisoned at Azkaban this was the one who most disgusted him. He had hidden his allegiances well, pretending friendship with one of the scions of the light only to later betray him to his death.

“Hello Minister,” Sirius rasped. “Is it time for our annual visit so soon?”

“It is an unpleasant duty I, as Minister, must perform. As is my duty I must ask if there is anything you require?”

“The paper.”

“The paper?” Cornelius repeated, clearly confused.

“I miss doing the crossword,” Sirius clarified.

Cornelius glanced down at the paper in his hand. He couldn’t see any harm in the request and as it would allow him to move on he was glad to fulfil said request. Tossing the paper through the bars he quickly moved on.

Laughing Sirius grabbed up the paper. Winding up the Minister was always entertaining and in the hell on earth that was Azkaban he would take any form of entertainment he could find. Opening the paper he sat back, intending to savour every word within the Prophet, lies though many of them might be. His plans stopped the moment he spotted the picture gracing the front page of the publication. “Peter,” he whispered.

As he read through the article Sirius could feel his rage building. Not only was the rat free while he rotted in hell for a crime he never committed but the traitorous Pettigrew was at Hogwarts. The Weasley boy on whose shoulder Peter sat, was said to be in Gryffindor, no real surprise there, but Sirius knew that meant Pettigrew was not only in Hogwarts with his godson but must be in the same dorm as well. This couldn’t be allowed to continue. He would have to find a way to escape Azkaban; Harry must be protected. He had failed twelve years earlier, he wouldn’t fail again.

30th July, 1993

Mount Street Flat

Amelia had cursed roundly when told the news. Her first order of business had of course been to begin the nationwide manhunt. A suitable story was fed to the muggle news people giving Black no place to hide. Now she stood outside the home of Harry Potter waiting for a response to her knock. She truly hated imparting this news but at the very least Harry’s guardians needed to be aware of the danger he was in. Amelia would leave it to them what, if anything, the child should be told.

“Hello Mrs. Tolliver, is Mr. Hebblethwaite in?” Amelia politely, if somewhat formally enquired.

Mrs. Tolliver confirmed Ginger was at home. Silently she led the way to the parlour where the four men could be found engaged in various activities.

“Amelia, what a pleasant surprise,” Ginger greeted the witch. “Mrs. Tolliver could you bring tea please?”

Yes sir,” Mrs. Tolliver nodded.

Amelia glanced towards the hall. “Is Harry at home?”

“As a matter of fact he’s visiting Hermione. Is there something you need to speak to him about?” Ginger asked with some concern. There hadn’t been any trouble that he was aware of. The trial for Lockhart had been a simple affair and the man had been quickly sentenced. “Lockhart hasn’t escaped has he?”

“No, Lockhart is still safely in his cell.” Amelia quickly assured the worried grandfather.

There was, however, tenseness in the woman’s posture that Biggles quickly picked up on. “There is a threat to Harry though,” he calmly stated.

“What is it?” Ginger anxiously asked. If Biggles had determined there was a threat then there was a threat.

“You remember that I told you Lily and James were betrayed to Voldemort?” Amelia asked.

Ginger nodded.

“The man who betrayed them had been thought to be a good friend of James, a man by the name of Sirius Black. I’m sorry to tell you that sometime during the night he escaped from Azkaban.”

Ginger paled. “You think he’ll come after Harry?” he asked in a voice that trembled.

“Easy laddie,” Biggles laid a hand on the younger man’s shoulder.

“During the past two weeks the guards have heard him muttering in his sleep the phrase he’s at Hogwarts. I can think of no other person at Hogwarts Black would have reason to seek out.”

“Harry will have to remain home this year,” Ginger quickly decided.

“Is there any chance this Black could discover where Harry lives?” Biggles asked.

“While the exact address isn’t known to the general public there are ways in which he could find Harry here,” Amelia admitted. “He wouldn’t be able to cross the wards without alerting me but that could well be enough time to do whatever it is he wishes.”

“What about a ward that would prevent him entering?” Algy asked.

The only ward I could place that would be certain to protect Harry would be the Fidelius but that would mean the child would need to remain within the wards at all times.”

“That doesn’t seem fair, no by Jove. Why should young Harry become the prisoner when he has done nothing wrong,” Bertie interjected.

“Bertie’s right laddie, you know he is.”

“But it isn’t Bertie’s grandson who might be killed if he’s permitted to attend Hogwarts,” Ginger snapped. Seeing the shocked and hurt look on his friend’s face Ginger was immediately contrite. “I’m sorry Bertie that was uncalled for. I know you care about Harry as much as I do.”

“Quite alright old boy,” Bertie waved off the apology. The words had hurt a bit but he could quite understand the fear which had influenced Ginger’s words.

“I can’t of course tell you what to do Ginger but Hogwarts might well be the safest place for Harry. The Ministry will of course do all we can to find Black before the beginning of the school year,” Amelia assured him.

“What does the Ministry intend doing should Black still be on the loose come September?” Biggles asked.

“That is still being debated,” Amelia scowled.

“There is something you don’t care for in the Ministry’s plans?” asked Algy.

Amelia sighed; sometimes these men were too sharp for comfort. “Our Minister wants to station dementors at the school, to protect the children, he claims.”

“Dementors? Aren’t those the creatures that guard your prison?” Ginger asked.

“They are.”

“If that occurs Harry will definitely not return to Hogwarts,” Ginger declared. He was reluctant to trust his grandson to the protections of Hogwarts with only Black to consider, add dementors to the mix and reluctance turned quickly to outright refusal.

Amelia smiled; she had told Fudge the decision would never be approved by worried parents. “Fortunately Lucius Malfoy agrees with you Ginger. I honestly had doubts about Malfoy’s appointment as Headmaster but he is proving to have been a good choice.”

So there will be no dementors?”

“Not at Hogwarts itself, no. If we are unable to dissuade Fudge I am afraid he will station them as near as he can to the school without placing them on the grounds.”

“What does Dumbledore say about this?” Biggles asked. In spite of the Lockhart scandal the old man had been able to retain his seat as head of the Wizengamot, though the ICW had voted him out as Supreme Mugwump.

“He claims there is nothing he can do, though he is of course against the idea,” Amelia sneered.

“I assume you don’t believe him.”

“Not on your life. As head of the Wizengamot he could easily demand a vote on the proposal yet for some reason he refuses to do so. I can only assume he hopes for an accident which would result in Lucius Malfoy being forced out as Headmaster.” Amelia was frankly disgusted with the so-called Leader of the Light. She couldn’t prove her suspicions of course but really no other reason made sense. Certainly he wouldn’t be so foolish as to think dementors in the vicinity of a school to be a good idea; at least she didn’t think he would.

“You still think I should send Harry to Hogwarts as usual?” Ginger glanced around the room.

“It seems as if it might be for the best, in spite of the dangers,” was Bertie’s opinion. He couldn’t imagine the child being happy confined to the flat.

“The Headmaster can erect wards that will repel the dementors. Harry should remain safe from them as long as he remains on Hogwarts grounds,” Amelia informed them.

“I suppose we should discuss it,” Ginger finally conceded. “Do you have any other information on Black? A picture perhaps?”

“Yes,” Amelia handed him an advanced copy of tomorrow’s Prophet. “This is why I came today. I didn’t want any of you to receive the news through the paper. The articles are surprisingly accurate, if a bit sensational. They will provide you with all of the background information you should need concerning Black. Will you tell Harry?”

“I think you should laddie,” was Biggles’ opinion. The others quickly agreed with the man who had always been their leader.

“I hate to frighten him but he needs to be aware of his danger,” Ginger reluctantly agreed.

Amelia stood, taking her leave of the men. Before leaving she promised to keep them up to date on the situation as it developed.

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