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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 V
After relaying directions to the Leaky Cauldron, Amelia turned to the young boy seated between them. “Hello Harry, my name is Amelia Bones. I was a friend of your mother’s.”
Harry looked up at her with wide eyes. “Really? Please ma’am, what did she look like? Did you know my father too?”
Ginger gripped the wheel tightly. He just barely resisted the urge to turn the car around. He had just thought of a few things he’d like to say to Mrs. Dursley.
Amelia smiled tightly. Glancing at Ginger, she could see that he was as angry as she was. “Harry, did your aunt and uncle tell you anything about your parents?” She needed to know what he had been told if she was to fill in the blanks properly.
A look of shame passed over Harry’s face as he glanced down at his lap.
She knew Harry had said something, but it was said so quietly that she couldn’t make out the actual words. Gently tilting his head so that she could look him in the eye, she kindly asked him to repeat himself.
Harry didn’t want to, it had hurt to repeat the words he’d heard so often in his short life. Yet, he knew better than to disobey an adult. “Aunt Petunia said they were shiftless drunks who got themselves killed and left me to be a burden on decent people.”
He said this in an apologetic tone, as if he were sorry for his own existence. It broke Amelia and Ginger’s hearts. “That isn’t true Harry. I promise you it isn’t.”
“It isn’t?” He wanted to believe her, really he did, but what if she were wrong?
“No Harry it isn’t,” Amelia confirmed. “I suppose this means your aunt never mentioned the Wizarding world either?”
“Wizards?” Harry’s eyes were as round as saucers. “You mean like,” leaning close, he whispered as if afraid of being overheard, “magic?”
Amelia smiled softly. “Yes Harry, that’s exactly what I mean.”
“It isn’t real,” Harry firmly stated.
“It is real and you have magic, just like your parents did,” Amelia told him.
Harry wasn’t sure what to think of this. His entire life he had been told that things such as magic didn’t exist. Now he was being told that not only was it real but he had magic inside him. “Do you have magic?”
“Yes Harry I do. I’m a witch, just as your mother was and you Harry are a wizard, as was your father.”
Harry looked between Amelia and his grandfather, his quick mind rapidly taking in what he was being told and putting it together with the odd things that had happened at the Dursley’s. “Is Grandfather a wizard too?”
“No dear, but he is a very good man.”
Harry grinned and nodded. “He’s a hero.”
Ginger felt a swell of pride at the boy’s words.
“Cause he rescued me.”
“I only wish it had been sooner laddie,” Ginger told him, pushing the words past the sudden lump in his throat while giving the small shoulder a gentle squeeze.
Harry smiled up at the man, his eyes shining with adoration. “Did my parents really die in a car wreck?” he asked, turning back to Amelia. He didn't want to bother his grandfather too much while he was driving.
Amelia closed her eyes, hiding the anger she knew would be seen there if Harry looked. After a short pause she opened her eyes and looked down at the young boy. “No Harry they didn’t. They were killed by a very bad wizard. He wanted to rule over everybody and he killed any who tried to stop him.”
“Like my parents?” It made him sad, but he was proud too. His parents were heroes too, just like his grandfather. He wondered if that meant he would be a hero. He vowed, in that moment, to do his best to live up to the example his parents and grandfather had set for him.
“That’s right, like your parents. The bad wizard scared most people so much that they wouldn’t even say his name. They called him You-Know-Who or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.”
Harry giggled. “That’s silly, somebody’s name can’t hurt you.”
Amelia flushed, embarrassed. “You’re right Harry, it can’t.”
“What was his real name?”
Amelia drew herself up, determined to prove herself to be a person Harry could respect. “His name was...Voldemort,” she forced herself to say.
“What happened to him?”
“Nobody quite knows. You see after he had killed your parents he turned his wand on you. We know he cast the killing curse towards you but somehow it went wrong. You survived with only the scar on your forehead to show where the curse struck, the only person known to do so, and Voldemort disappeared. Most think he is dead but he was never found so we don’t know for certain.” She found it easier to say his name the second time. “You’re very famous in our world Harry. They call you The-Boy-Who-Lived.”
“Do you think it’s a good idea to take him into the Wizarding bank? Won’t he be recognized?” Ginger asked. He hadn’t realized the boy was famous, though of course he should have thought of the possibility, given what he’d been told earlier.
“I’ll cast a glamour charm before we enter Diagon Alley. The Goblins will see through it, but they know how to be discreet.”
“Goblins?” Harry squeaked. “Like in the fairy tales that teacher tells?”
Amelia smiled again. “I doubt they’re quite like the Goblins in your teacher’s stories dear. They are quite fearsome, but if you treat them with respect they will respond in kind. Most wizards and witches have forgotten this, or simply don’t care and so are treated quite rudely. A few of us, your parents included, understand that all magical beings are deserving of respect.” She patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry Harry, your parents were friendly with the Goblins, they won’t forget that.”
“Yes ma’am,” Harry nodded. “Goblins run the bank then?”
“They do,” Amelia confirmed. “And here we are?”
“That little run-down pub?” Ginger asked, in a sceptical tone.
“Yes, it hides the entrance to the Alley. Muggles can’t see it, only magicals and squibs are able to see it.”
“Muggles? Squibs?” Harry asked.
“Muggle is what we call non-magicals and squibs are those who were born to a magical family but don’t have enough magic to cast even a very weak spell. Your grandfather and his friends are from squib lines.”
“Okay.”
“I’m going to cast a charm on you now Harry. It won’t hurt, it will just make it so that when others look at you they see somebody who looks a bit different. It’s so they won’t recognize you and make a fuss,” Amelia explained.
Harry nodded and squeezed his eyes shut. A moment later he felt a small tickle, he supposed that was magic, but that was all. Surprised, he opened his eyes. “Is that all?”
Amelia smiled, mildly amused at the boy’s reaction. She would never tell him that, of course. “Yes dear, that’s all.” Stepping from the car, she took his hand and helped him from the vehicle. Joining Ginger on the pavement, she gave a short nod. “Right, ready?” An enthusiastic yes from Harry and a nod from Ginger saw them entering the Cauldron. Amelia wasted no time. With an economy of movement she led the way through the bar and out the back door into a small alley, a brick wall on the opposite side.
Harry tugged on Ginger’s coat, getting his attention. “It doesn’t seem very magical,” he whispered to his grandfather.
Amelia chuckled. “This is only the doorstep to the Alley,” she explained. Taking out her wand, she tapped out the required pattern on the bricks. The wall parted, granting them entrance. “Welcome gentlemen to Diagon Alley,” she said with a small flourish. She gave them a moment to take in the sights, enjoying their reactions. “Come along then,” she finally said, leading the way to the bank.
Harry thought he could stay here forever, just taking in the wondrous sights and sounds of Diagon Alley. He was a wizard too, he thought, suddenly realizing that he would be able to do the things he saw others doing. He wondered how he would learn? Maybe Miss Amelia would teach him? If he were very good?
Enthralled by the sights himself, Ginger nonetheless realized Harry was having trouble focusing on his forward path. In the interest of saving time, he picked the boy up, carrying him to the bank. The fact that this would allow the child to focus on the sights of the magical world was simply a bonus.
Inside the bank, after a thankfully short wait in line, they approached a teller. Though he had been told the bank was ran by goblins, Harry couldn't help staring at the beings the like of which he had never imagined. Even Ginger, who had many years experience in hiding his reactions, was having a hard time refraining from staring. The creatures were quite simply fantastic to any meeting them for the first time.
“Good afternoon Master Goblin,” Amelia greeted the teller.
“Madam Bones,” the goblin returned. “How may Gringots be of service to you?”
“I should like to speak to somebody in the inheritance department, concerning the Potter wills, if I could.”
If the goblin was surprised, he hid it well. “Of course Madam Bones. Is there anything else?”
“No thank you.” She knew whoever she spoke to about the Potter wills would be able to handle the adoption papers. She would handle the necessary spells. No blame would be laid at the feet of the Goblin Nation over this, should Dumbledore try to make trouble.
The goblin waved a guard over. “Sharpaxe will show you the way.” Turning to the guard and speaking in gobbledygook, he gave him his instructions.
Following the guard, the three humans soon arrived at a simple door. The guard knocked before opening the door, allowing them entrance.
“Madam Bones,” the goblin behind the somewhat large desk greeted. “and young Mr. Potter, this is a surprise.” Like the other goblins who had seen Harry, he barely managed to conceal his rage at the bruises he could see on the young boy.
“I imagine it is,” Amelia agreed.
“I am Clawtooth, what can Gringots help you with today?”
“Greetings Clawtooth, may your gold forever increase and your enemies forever decrease,” Amelia replied.
“Well met Madam Bones,” Clawtooth responded.
“Have you read the Potter wills?” Amelia asked.
“I have.”
“Then you will not be pleased by what I have to tell you,” she warned him. “Dumbledore ignored the instructions of Lady Potter.”
“In what way?” Clawtooth demanded. He was clearly angry.
“It is my understanding that Lady Potter stated her son was to be placed with his grandfather.”
“She did,” the goblin confirmed.
“Furthermore, I understand that Lady Potter left clear instructions that her son was never to be placed with her sister Petunia Dursley.”
Clawtooth snarled. “Are you telling me, Madam Bones, that young Mr. Potter was placed with Lady Potter’s sister?”
“I’m afraid so Clawtooth,” Amelia reluctantly admitted. “I recently discovered this and took immediate steps to rectify the situation.” Turning to Ginger, she motioned him forward. “This is Mr. Hebblethwaite, Harry’s grandfather.”
“Mr. Hebblethwaite,” the goblin greeted. “Are you willing to take custody of your grandson today?”
“I am,” Ginger quickly replied.
The goblin turned to Harry. “And you, young Mr. Potter, do you wish to live with your grandfather?”
“Yes please,” Harry eagerly responded. His happiness at being rescued from the Dursley’s easily over-riding any fear the strange creature had caused in him.
“Do you have the proper paperwork?” Clawtooth asked Amelia.
“I do.”
“I assume you’ll be attaching confidentiality spells to the documents?”
“Of course. As you know, when Dumbledore ignored the instructions in the will he lost his legal rights as executor of the will. Do you know who had been assigned as Harry’s magical guardian?” Sirius would have been, according to Lily, but he would have lost that right when sent to Azkaban prison.
Clawtooth gave her an odd look. “I think you can guess that Madam.”
“Dumbledore?”
The goblin nodded. “Another guardian will, of course, need to be appointed, unless...yes, that could work,” Clawtooth mumbled as he rifled through the papers on his desk.
“Excuse me, sir, but what could work?” Ginger asked. He had never been good with legal issues, add in the Wizarding world and he was completely at sea.
“As the last of the Potter line,” Clawtooth replied, looking up, “the young man can be provisionally emancipated.”
“Provisionally?” Ginger asked.
“He would be emancipated in the Wizarding world, on the condition that he receives instruction in proper Wizarding etiquette, as well as politics and his duties as Lord of an Ancient and Noble House. Upon his eleventh birthday he would be fully emancipated in the Wizarding world, receiving his head of house ring and taking up the mantle of Lord Potter.”
Ginger turned to Amelia. “Do you think this is a good idea?”
Amelia mulled it over, quickly seeing the advantages of such a move. “Yes Mr. Hebblethwaite, I do. If you’re willing, I would happily instruct Harry in those things he needs to know, or arrange for tutors in any areas where I am lacking.”
“I would prefer it was you tutoring the lad. I wouldn’t know who else could be trusted.” Turning to the goblin, he gave his permission for the emancipation.
Clawtooth grinned. It was an awe inspiring sight. “Do you understand what this means Mr. Potter?” he asked the young boy.
“No sir,” Harry quietly replied. He hoped his grandfather and Miss Amelia weren’t disappointed.
“I’m not surprised. It means that in the magical world you would be your own guardian and when you turn eleven you would be considered an adult, in the magical world.”
“I could still live with Grandfather, couldn’t I?” Harry fearfully asked. He didn’t want to lose his hero.
“Oh yes, he would still be your guardian in the muggle world.”
“Then I guess that would be okay.”
“All I need from you, then is a very small drop of blood on this parchment,” Clawtooth told him, moving the paper towards him.
Seeing the boy pale, Amelia was quick to explain that it wouldn’t hurt. Casting a numbing spell, she pricked his finger, healing the small cut as soon as the required amount of blood fell to the parchment. “There, that wasn’t very terrible, was it?”
“No ma’am,” Harry smiled. He was surprised that it hadn’t hurt. The nurse had said that too, before she gave him his shots, but it had been a lie.
A few signatures later, a couple of confidentiality spells, one keyed to Dumbledore specifically, and the paperwork disappeared, filing itself in both the Ministry of Magic and the muggle government.
“Now,” Clawtooth said, “shall we do something about the dark magic lingering in Mr. Potter’s scar?”
“What?” Amelia snapped. “Are you telling me that Harry’s scar wasn’t treated before he was taken to his aunt’s home?”
“Apparently not Madam Bones,” Clawtooth confirmed.
“Could it have harmed Harry?”
“Eventually it would have, but fortunately as he has not reached his majority it has not. We can, with the use of a ritual, easily remove the dark magic. This will insure that Mr. Potter comes to no harm from the dark magic.”
“Do it,” Amelia ordered. She was confident that Ginger would agree with her. A thought occurred to her. “I think perhaps it would be wise to check him for any blocks or spells that have been placed upon him, as well.”
Clawtooth nodded. He had always liked Amelia Bones. Unlike most witches and wizards she used the brain she had been given. A short time later, the three humans left the bank. The adoption was complete, his injuries being healed first. Following that, the dark magic had been removed, as had a tracking charm, a block on his magic that would have, if not removed beforehand, weakened him greatly when he began to actively learn magic, and a loyalty charm, keyed to Dumbledore.
“Well laddie, ready to go home?” Ginger asked Harry as they settled back into the car. A large grin was all the answer needed.

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