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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 IV
During the drive to Surrey Ginger became acquainted with his daughter through Amelia’s stories. He wished he had known the girl and woman being described to him. Rose’s actions hurt terribly, breaking his heart anew at the though of what she had cost him. Ginger shook away thoughts of what he had lost, forcing himself to focus on the present. As Biggles was fond of pointing out, one couldn’t live in the past and move forward at the same time.
Petunia Dursley smiled fondly at her young son as she put the finishing touches on his birthday cake. So like his father and as normal a little boy as a mother could hope for. Not like that abnormal freak her freak of a sister had borne, she thought as the smile slipped from her face. Shaking her head, she forced such thoughts away. This was her Dudley’s special day she refused to let that freak ruin it. As she had banished the freak to his cupboard for the day, she banished even the thought of him. The sound of the bell interrupted her thoughts. Glancing at the clock, she gave an irritated little sigh. The party wasn’t scheduled to begin for another hour surely this couldn’t be one of the guests.
“Duddikins darling would you see who is at the door for mummy?” she sweetly asked of her boy. She could have gone herself, of course, but Petunia knew better than to leave a young boy alone with a cake. Quickly finishing up, she put the cake away on a high shelf, safe from Dudley’s reach. Wiping her hands and removing her apron, she moved towards the front door where she could hear strange voices speaking to Dudley. Irritated by the intrusion, she vowed to give the trades people, for that is what they must be, a piece of her mind. Why what was the use of a no solicitation sign on one’s door if the tradesmen only ignored it?
Feeling very grown up, Dudley Dursley hurried to the front door. Pulling it open, he gazed up at the elderly couple standing on the step. “We don’t want any,” he told them, just as he’d often heard his mother and father do.
“We’re not here to sell you anything young man,” Amelia told Petunia’s son. He must be the Dursley’s boy, for this child looked nothing like Lily or James. “Is your mother at home?”
“What do you want with mum?” Dudley demanded.
Ginger, standing next to Amelia, was silently relieved. He had been afraid that this rude child was his grandson. “I’m afraid that is a private matter laddie,” he replied, stepping into the conversation for the first time. “If you would fetch your mother, it would be appreciated.”
“I’m Petunia Dursley,” a horse-faced, long-necked blonde stated as she came into view. “I’m sure my son has told you we aren’t interested in whatever you’re selling. Furthermore I don’t appreciate...”
“Mrs. Dursley,” Amelia interrupted the woman, “we aren’t selling anything. We are here on a private matter.”
“A private matter?” Petunia was confused.
“Yes,” Amelia replied. “I believe that introductions are in order. My name is Amy Benson, I was a friend of your sister Lily.” Amelia thought it best to use an alias, though if Dumbledore used leglimency he would undoubtedly recognize her.
“You’re a freak?” Petunia hissed the question. “We don’t want anything to do with you people. Isn’t it bad enough that you foist my sister’s freak child on normal people? If we’re going to have to tolerate freaks invading our home whenever they like then you can take the boy with you and good riddance.”
Ginger was shocked. He had been told, of course that the woman hated magic, but the simple words hadn’t prepared him for this level of hatred. “You would turn your own nephew over to strangers?”
“He’s no family of mine,” Petunia asserted. “I never asked to be saddled with him. Left him on our doorstep with nothing but a letter and orders to keep him here. Well we’ve kept him, though we didn’t want to, and here you stand criticising me. How dare you?”
“How dare I?” Ginger demanded.
“Mrs. Dursley, perhaps we could come inside,” Amelia suggested. “I’m afraid we should soon be drawing a crowd,” she added with a significant glance about the neighbourhood.
Petunia swallowed in a throat gone suddenly dry, her face paling. “Come inside then, but make it quick. I haven’t the time to listen to another of Lily’s fans extolling her virtues,” she said in a bitter voice.
Amelia shared a look with Ginger as they stepped inside. Obviously Lily had been right about her sister.
Carefully stepping around the magicals, Petunia closed the door. Rounding on them, she demanded to know what this was about.
“Mrs. Dursley what do you know of the circumstances of your sister’s birth?” Amelia asked.
Petunia frowned. Why would the woman ask about Lily’s birth? “I don’t understand what you mean.”
“So your mother never told you?”
“Told me what?” Petunia snapped. “If you mean how desperately she and daddy wanted another child? How very special Lily was and that we must never fail to show her our love? Then yes, she told me quite often.”
Ginger frowned, a glimmer of understanding towards the young woman before him growing quickly. “So Rose only told Lily and that when it was too late to matter?”
“Excuse me but who are you and how would you know my mother?”
“My name is Ginger...”
“Smith,” Amelia quickly interrupted. If Mrs. Dursley knew Ginger’s real name then Dumbledore, should he investigate, would learn it as well. “Ginger Smith, he’s the reason we’re here to see you today.”
Petunia looked between them. “I don’t understand.”
“Mrs. Dursley, there really isn’t any easy way to say this,” Ginger said. “I knew your mother for a short time but the results were long-reaching.” Ginger sighed he had a feeling this wasn’t going to be taken well. “As it happens I am, in fact, your sister’s father.”
“You lie!” Petunia snapped. “My mother would never have cheated on my father. She loved him more than life itself.”
“She didn’t, cheat that is, not precisely.” In a few short sentences, Ginger explained what had happened.
“And you’re a freak as well?” Petunia asked, in a voice filled with relief. “That explains where the bad blood came from. There is no chance, then, that my little Duddikins will become a freak?”
Choosing to ignore the derogatory words, Amelia responded, “If you mean a wizard, then no I shouldn’t think there was any chance of that.”
“Thank goodness,” Petunia said with feeling. “You’re taking the boy with you?” the words as much a statement as an enquiry.
“It’s what Lily wanted,” Amelia replied.
“I would like to meet the child first,” Ginger said. He didn’t doubt the boy, Harry, would choose to come with them but he thought the child should at least meet him before they took him from the Dursley’s.
“Oh,um, well you see that may not be possible today. Harry isn’t here, you see.” Petunia stammered, suddenly nervous.
Ginger narrowed his eyes, suspicious of the woman’s sudden attack of nerves.
“But mummy you told the freak to stay in his cupboard, don’t you remember?” Dudley asked, reminding them all of his presence. He didn’t quite understand everything the adults had said but he knew what his mother had said earlier and the freak wouldn’t dare disobey. Daddy would make sure he regretted it if he had left the cupboard without permission.
“Cupboard?” Amelia asked in a hard voice.
“Oh you know how children like to pretend things,” Petunia tried to explain.
“Dudley, what cupboard do you mean?” Ginger asked, bypassing the mother and her obvious lies.
“The one under the stairs, it’s where the freak lives,” Dudley innocently explained. He didn’t know why his mother hadn’t told them. She and daddy always said not to speak of it outside of the house and they were clearly inside the house.
Ginger glared at Petunia Dursley. Not for the first time, but certainly the most strongly, he wished he was a wizard if only so he could punish this woman in a way she would never forget. Without another word, he stood up and ignoring the protests coming from Mrs. Dursley he walked over to the stairs, quickly finding the cupboard door. Throwing the bolt back, he pulled the door open. Peeking inside the small space he was forced to slam a mental door shut on his anger as he took in the sight of a too small, battered child that could only be his grandchild. “Hello Harry, my name is Ginger.”
Harry nodded, he had heard them talking through the vent. “Are you really my grandfather?” he quietly asked. Gasping at his own nerve, he flinched backwards as the man reached towards him.
Ginger smiled sadly. No child should be afraid of a simple touch. “Yes Harry it’s true.” Gently taking the boy’s hand, he drew him from the cupboard. “Would you like to come and live with me?”
“Really?” Harry couldn’t believe this was happening to him. In a burst of inspiration he reached for his arm, giving it a vicious pinch.
“You’re not dreaming Harry,” Ginger assured him. “I should tell you that I share a flat with some friends of mine, I hope you won’t mind.”
Harry’s mind was whirling. Nobody had ever asked him what he wanted. Unless you counted when uncle asked him if he wanted the belt? But he didn’t think that counted. “Won’t they be mad if you bring a freak home?”
“First, you’re not a freak Harry,” Ginger firmly told the boy. “Second, they know I’m here to bring you home and they look forward to meeting you. What do you say laddie? Would you like to leave here and live with me?”
“Yes please,” Harry quickly answered. He was afraid if he was too slow the offer would be removed. He didn’t know if his grandfather was a nice man, but his eyes were kind and they were the same colour as his own. Besides, nobody could be worse than the Dursley’s, he innocently reasoned.
Ginger smiled, the tear Rose had placed in his heart so long ago finally beginning to mend a bit. “Why don’t you gather anything you’d like to take along while I let your aunt know what we’ve decided.”
“Yes sir,” Harry replied, smiling for the first time. As quickly as he could Harry ducked into the cupboard, emerging in seconds, a faded blue baby blanket clutched in his hand. “I’m sorry sir but my clothes are in the wash.”
Examining the clothes the boy wore, Ginger knew he would be buying new clothes for the child at any rate. He told Harry as much. He tried not to think of what the look of pleased disbelief on Harry’s face could mean.
Ginger rose to his feet but before he could lead Harry to the front hall, Amelia appeared. “Yes?” The woman couldn’t have changed her mind, could she?
“Mrs. Dursley has signed the custody papers,” Amelia responded. “We can leave whenever you’re ready.” Glancing at Harry she considered healing him but as she wasn’t a healer she decided to leave it to the healers at Gringots.
Without another word the three of them left the Dursley house. As they did the last vestiges of badly weakened wards collapsed. In a castle in Scotland a small silver device tinkled in warning, but it was summer and there was nobody to hear the alarm. In a few minutes the device went silent once more.
TBC...
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