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Chapter XXXIX

30th July, 1993

Mount Street Flat

Ginger paced in front of the fireplace, considering and discarding various speeches as he contemplated how to tell his grandson this latest news. That the news came on the eve of Harry’s birthday only made it more difficult.

“You’ll wear a hole in the carpet soon laddie,” Biggles chided.

“Hmmm?” Ginger looked up.

“Pacing won’t rid us of the trouble.”

“No, I suppose it won’t,” Ginger admitted. “I just don’t know how to tell him,” he admitted as he sank into his seat.

“Tell me what Grandfather?” Harry asked, having come just in time to hear the last of the conversation. He supposed his grandfather could have been speaking of somebody else but that the him in question was Harry made the most sense.

Harry, lad,” Ginger looked up thoroughly surprised. “I thought you’d be at Hermione’s longer.”

“Um, well,” Harry looked down, scuffing his toes on the carpet.

men exchanged amused glances. “Get caught playing a prank?” Ginger asked.

Harry blushed. “It was only a little prank and the prat deserved it,” he defended.

“Language laddie,” Biggles chided.

“Sorry.”

“Would we be right in assuming your victim had somehow wronged our Hermione?” Bertie asked.

“He called her a bucktoothed bookworm,” Harry explained. “He said nobody really likes her, not even me. He made her cry, he had no right to do that,” he hotly declared.

“No laddie he shouldn’t have behaved in such a way,” Ginger couldn’t help agreeing.

"And what did you and Hermione do to teach him the error of his boorish ways?” Algy asked, with a grin. He doubted the Grangers were truly upset with either of the children but as adults they had to set a good example.

“Nothing much really.”

"I doubt you were sent home because of nothing much,” said Biggles.

“We didn’t know it was permanent dye.”

“Permanent dye?” Ginger was almost afraid to know.

“The prank was simple enough, a bucket positioned over a door we knew the pr...boor would be coming through.”

“An oldie but a goodie,” Bertie chortled. A glare from Biggles quickly silenced him.

“But we added a little something extra to the water,” Harry continued.

“The permanent dye,” Algy guessed.

Harry nodded. “It was meant to turn him green as it was obvious he was only making fun of Mione out of jealousy. We didn’t know it was a permanent dye, we thought it was like food dye and it would come out with a few washings.”

“Surely the boy won’t truly be green for the rest of his days?” Ginger asked.

“No Grandfather, but Mrs. Granger said it would take months to fade.” He tilted his head to one side, maybe his grandfather could explain it. Mrs. Granger hadn’t been very receptive when asked. “Grandfather why do they call it a permanent dye if it isn’t really?”

“I’m not sure Harry. I suppose it’s meant to signify that it is long lasting as opposed to something that fades quickly.”

“Anyway Mrs. Granger sent me home but she did promise that Mione will still be allowed to come to my birthday tomorrow, that is if I’m still having a party?” Harry hesitated in asking but thought he’d best make certain.

“It’s a bit late to cancel at this point but you will have to be punished laddie.” Ginger hated to do so, considering the news he was about to impart. “We’ll discuss that later, right now there is something of greater importance we need to talk over.” Holding out his arm, he motioned Harry to his side.

“What is it Grandfather?” Harry leaned against the older man’s side. “You’re not...you’re well aren’t you?” he fearfully asked.

Ginger startled. “Of course laddie, we’re all in fine health,” he quickly assured the boy.

“Then what is it?”

As gently as possible Ginger related the news Amelia had brought them. Keeping his arm tight around his grandson he waited for the boy to respond. For several minutes nothing was said as Harry absorbed the news.

“I don’t understand, how could he pretend to be my dad’s friend?”

“I don’t understand it either laddie,” Ginger admitted.

“But if they’d been friends since school he couldn’t have been pretending.”

“We don’t know how long Black had been working for Voldemort. He did come from a dark family that was loyal to Voldemort,” Biggles pointed out.

Harry gave him an incredulous look. He could hardly believe that none of the adults saw the issue. “Since he was eleven?”

The men exchanged sheepish looks. “Granted he didn’t likely begin that early but it still remains that he did eventually join Voldemort, according to Amelia, and betrayed your parents,” Biggles said.

“And now she thinks he’ll come after me? But why should he?”

“You’ve read of dementors Harry?” Ginger asked. The boy nodded and Ginger went on. “Being around such creatures would drive the strongest of men to insanity. Black has been in their company for more than a decade, remember, there would be no guessing as to his motives at this point.”

“Does this mean I won’t be attending Hogwarts this year?”

“I did consider keeping you home but the only way to keep you safe would also confine you to the flat. As Bertie rightfully pointed out, you shouldn’t be kept a prisoner when you’ve done nothing wrong. “

“So I can attend school with my friends?” Harry hopefully asked.

“Yes, but you will have to remain on Hogwarts grounds until Black is captured. It won’t be safe for you to visit Hogsmeade.”

Harry frowned, he didn’t care for the restriction but neither did he wish to be killed by a madman. “I suppose I’ll just have to hope they catch him quickly then.”

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